Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“A house by the ocean, a car of your dreams, any job you want I can get for you, all you have to do is say the word, Aviana, and it’s yours.”
I squint. “What is it about me that would make you offer up so much?”
“You’re different than the rest. Fiery and strong. I like you; I always have liked you. I don’t like a girl that’s openly a pushover, or materialistic. The women I encounter, that’s all they are.”
I frown. “Well, how do you know I’m not like that?”
He grins. “By the way you’re dressed.”
I throw my hands up. “What’s wrong with my damned dress? I happen to like it very much!”
He chuckles. “I imagine you do, and that right there is exactly why I want you ...”
“I don’t wish to be controlled by you. I take all of those things, and I’m forever in your debt. I don’t want to live like that.”
“I wouldn’t control you, Aviana. I’d simply ... guide you.”
Pffft.
Yeah fucking right.
I take another drink, not answering him.
“Think about it, at the very least. I can give you a good, stable life. In return, I simply ask for your companionship.”
To fuck him.
That’s what he means.
“That’s all?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
He takes a drink. “That’s all.”
“Mmmm.”
“Will you consider my offer?”
“I’ll think about it, but right now, I really want to dance.”
I swallow the rest of my drink, and then take myself onto the dance floor and start swaying my hips. I don’t want him to see me as being overly keen, because that’ll give him suspicion and I don’t want him to be suspicious. I simply want him to think I’m here because I want to be. I dance until I’ve worked up a sweat, but not too much that I look even more “trashy” then I do already.
I go back to the bar, where Benedict is still sitting, watching me, his eyes never having moved.
I get another drink, and then sit back down.
“Would you like to see my office?”
Also code for, would you like to see my penis?
I shrug. “Sure, why not? You’re not going to kidnap me or something, are you?”
He chuckles and stands. “I don’t need to kidnap you, Aviana. You’re going to come to me willingly.”
Doubtful.
But I give a shy smile and follow him up the stairs and into his office. The office is covering half the entire top floor and my god it’s massive. A huge glass window looks out over the city, showcasing its utter beauty. The furniture in here is expensive and lush. This man sure knows how to set himself up.
I walk over to the large glass window and stare out. “Wow,” I say, with honesty.
It is breathtaking.
A moment later, I feel a hard form behind me. Benedict presses his body against my back, leaning in and sweeping my hair away from my neck as he brings his lips down to the skin there. I want to vomit, because ew, he’s like double my age, but I can’t do that. Not if I want to get him out of here with me tonight.
I grit my teeth instead.
“Where are you staying?” he asks me, dragging his lips down my neck.
I want to turn around and kick him in the balls. But I don’t.
“I’m not certain tonight, I only got in today. I’ll find a motel.”
“Stay with me, let me show you what I have to offer.”
Ugh, old penis.
No thanks.
I turn, needing to get his disgusting lips off my damned neck.
“With you?”
He nods.
“I don’t know ... I’m not sure I trust you.”
I make my voice sound incredibly hesitant, because it has to be. If he so much as even thinks I am up to something, he’ll probably kill me on the spot. The only way I can get away with this, is to genuinely sound like I’m not sure about what he’s offering.
“You’ll have to see that you can, but the only way to do that is with time ...”
“Why, considering I haven’t seen you for a few years, are you suddenly so interested in me?”
“I know a good thing when I see one. I don’t want to lose that again.”
I bite my lip.
“How about we have a drink so I can think about it?”
He grins. “Splendid.”
Ugh.
Splendid.
Can we get this over with already?
I SWALLOW THE VOMIT threatening to rise as Benedicts tongue tries to creep into my mouth as he kisses me. I can only be thankful I’m so incredibly drunk because otherwise, I’d probably let that vomit out. I remind myself of the bigger picture and let him kiss me. We’ve had more than a few drinks, and the night is winding down. It’s now or never.
I pull back and murmur, “Take me home.”
He grins and, without hesitation, calls his security guard in to instruct him to lock up on closing, and then he takes my hand and leads me toward the back exit. We pass the bathroom, and I hop around, saying, “Can I go first? I’m busting.”