Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Chuck nods like a dog ready to be fed a steak. “Oh, I know who you’re talking about.”
Christ, these boys are practically foaming at the mouth. “What’s all this?” I ask, stepping up beside them.
“Brad lucked out on his next delivery,” Chuck replies. “Tell him.”
Brad turns to me and takes a wide stance like some kind of WWE wrestler and begins rubbing his hands together. “Alice Dupont. Oh, yeah!”
Instantly, every muscle in my body goes tense.
“What?”
“You know who I’m talking about, Damien–”
“Yes, I know who you’re talking about,” I snap. My jealousy threatens to overwhelm me.
Just knowing these two have been sitting here talking about Alice, even if it’s just photos, has me absolutely livid. I want to break both of their faces and smash their jaws so they can never look at her or talk about her again.
But I can’t do that. I need to take a smarter approach. I take a deep breath and focus on calming myself down.
“I’ve delivered to her before.”
“You have?” Brad grins. “Lucky son of a bitch.”
“Nah, not really.” I shake my head. “The building’s a major pain in the ass, security is a hassle, she’s at the top floor where there’s more people who pester you before you reach her–”
“Sounds like a nightmare,” Brad sighs.
Good. It’s working. Out of all the guys on the team, Brad truly is the laziest of them all.
“Tell you what,” I say. “My next delivery is on Wall Street. The Dupont office knows me. It’ll be easier for me. Why don’t we swap?”
Brad glances down at his phone, where I see a photo of Alice on the cover of Forbes Magazine. I ball up my fist, restraining the urge to drive it into his stomach for setting his eyes on what is mine. Mine!
“I dunno, man,” Chuck chortles. “She is a piece of ass–”
It’s all I can do not to shoot a death-stare his way. I have to bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood to keep myself together.
Finally, Brad locks his phone and extends his hand to me. “But you’re right–sounds like too much of a pain in the ass. You got a deal.”
My heart is booming in my chest as I ride the elevator up to the 40th floor of Alice’s building. Security is used to me by now and let me through without a hassle. I wasn’t lying to Brad about that.
I’m doing my best to not think about the events of last night so I can keep my cock from swelling to a full erection beneath my compression briefs. But it’s nearly impossible to stop picturing Alice’s near-naked body laid out beneath me, her silky wet pussy peeking out from behind her g-string as she played with herself like the good girl I told her to be for me.
Goddamn, this isn’t working.
The elevator chimes, the doors open, and I find myself doing my best to walk with a raging hard-on, throbbing with lust for the woman whose office lies at the other end of the massive door I’m headed for.
“Hey, Joan,” I say, walking right past her, package in hand. She’s on the phone and just smiles and waves me by. Everything is going perfectly–that is, until I open the doors to Alice’s office.
It takes me a second to process what I’m seeing.
A disheveled man in a wrinkled maroon suit is leaning over Alice, pressing her back against her desk and with his hand over her mouth. For the briefest of moments, it almost looks like I’ve caught her mid-hookup.
But then I hear the vitriol spewing from his lips.
“Thought you could fire me, you little cunt?” He sounds drunk, and it’s not even noon. “You’re just a bitch, bitch! And it’s time for payback!”
Alice squeals as the man attempts to peel off her blazer. And it’s at that moment that every fiber of my being reacts.
Alice isn’t hooking up with this man. He’s attacking her.
“Get off her!” I shout, leaping into action. Alice’s eyes snap to mine and go wide in desperation as she sees me racing toward them.
The man whirls, but it’s too late.
I catch him in the chin with my fist, sending him sprawling to the floor. Then I’m on top of him, pummeling him with my fists wherever I can land a blow, overcome with rage and hatred for this son of a bitch who thought he could lay a hand on Alice, my precious princess.
“Security!” I hear Alice shout. Then I feel her hands on my shoulders as she pulls me off the man who now lies on the floor unmoving. She steps in front of me, her gorgeous, tearful eyes locked on to mine. “Are you okay?”
“Forget me, are you okay!?”
“Thanks to you!” Alice lets a mixture of a laugh and a sob before throwing her arms around me.