Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“God, I needed that laugh. I’m off to get our boy. Love you.” Tyra gets her laughter under control before I do.
“Love you, too. Give everyone my love. I’ll call you tonight.” I hang up the phone then stand up from my place on the bed, pocketing my phone while glancing down at my watch.
“Shit.” The time got away from me being on the phone. I walk down the hallway knowing I need to make my to-go cup of coffee, grab a protein bar, and head to the spa. If today is anything like last night, I’ll have to get an overnight order placed for the skincare line we carry. At least worrying about stock is better than worrying about wanting your boss to kiss you again. I mean, there is a silver lining of getting a moment of reprieve.
NINE
Wylde
“What the hell? Can’t I walk into my office once without someone making themselves at home?” Instead of it being Nico like last night, this time, it’s my sister, Journey. I rolled out of bed with a throbbing cock, knowing if I didn’t take care of it this morning, there would be no relief in sight. It didn’t take me but a few strokes before I was painting the tiled wall with my cum while bringing up the image of Celeste on her knees, hair slicked back from the water sluicing down her body, mouth open as I jacked my cock until I couldn’t stave off the hunger any longer. The way her mouth suckled at the head, suctioning the cum from my body… Fuck, that fantasy was hot. Afterwards, I had to take a seat in the shower just to regain my strength. It wasn’t long until I realized if I didn’t get moving, there was no way I would. I washed up, got out, wrapped the towel around my lower body, letting the rest of me air dry, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, picked out another fucking suit, complete with a tie, all on a damn Sunday. Before the hotel was open, I’d at least have those days to myself, where it didn’t consist of anything tailored, more of a jeans and vintage band tee of some sort.
“Well, it’s not my fault you haven’t given me the grand tour yet.” Journey is twelve years my junior, younger, more carefree, but still a go-getter when it comes to anything she’s involved in. Mom and Journey aren’t the ladies who lunch. Neither of them wants a dime of my money, nor the notoriety. Believe me, I tried to set my sister up with more, with no luck. The only reason Mom and Dad let me pay off their house was because I did it behind their backs. Words were said. Dad almost lost his shit on me. It took them time to calm down, days even. When I left and things were still rocky, a part of me was worried we wouldn’t go back to normal. Dad ended up being the one to reach out. It was hard for him to apologize and for me to understand it made him feel like less of a man, until I explained to him it was the least I could do after they put my ass through college.
“There’s a reason for that, too. You’ll book appointments at the salon, the spa, buy out the boutique, and I need some kind of stock for tomorrow when the doors officially open.” Journey has made a name for herself, a fashion influencer on social media with over two million followers, doing collaborations with some big brand names.
“You do realize I’ll be sharing about everything on Instalook, too, right? I mean, sure, I’m going to want to try new products, but it will help everyone involved, and did you say spa?” Fuck, now I’ve done it. Rookie move mentioning that. Journey, being an influencer, is always looking at something new that will help her audience in any way, shape, or form. That more than likely stemmed from teenage acne, not having the money or knowledge on how to deal with it until she was older.
“Come on. I’ll take you down there. As long as you promise not to do too much damage. I know the spa was being restocked late last night for today.” I walk towards her. She stands up from her seat, and I move closer to my sister to wrap my arms around her and kiss her cheek.
“Fine, but I’m coming back if I’m impressed. And how do you know the spa was being restocked last night? I assumed you’d be in your office watching everything through the cameras.” Journey’s head tilts to the side, pointing to the screens. Jesus, between her and Nico, I’m going to have to start shutting things down when I’m not in my office.