Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
I slowly walk around, kneel in front of him, and our eyes lock. His jaw clenches in anger, yet his dark eyes blaze with arousal. He licks his bottom lip and I feel my insides clench.
For five minutes, he’s mine and he’s going pay for the week he’s put me through. I climb up onto is lap and spread my legs over his body, then I lean in and take his ear between my teeth and I bite down hard. He inhales sharply.
His cock hardens instantly underneath me. I reach down and grab it through his suit pants.
Rock hard and ready to fuck.
His jaw clenches again and I bend down to rub my breasts all over his face as I grab his hands and place them on my ass. He grabs me hard as I move my hips to the sexy beat.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers.
I circle my hips and he grabs me, slamming me down onto his cock. I moan and arch my back, and his mouth drops open as he watches me lean back as though I’m coming. His two hands slide underneath my top and he cups my breasts in his hand, lifting my top to take my nipple in his mouth.
I watch him as my sex begins to throb. I need him. I need to fuck him.
I begin to writhe uncontrollably, and he begins to lift his hips to grind me harder.
“Kiss me.” He growls.
I bend down, and as my hair tickles our faces, my tongue slides up against his.
He moans into my mouth and our kiss turns frantic, his hands grabbing my behind with bruising force.
He’s going to come.
No.
I break the kiss and stand immediately, smiling sarcastically as I wipe the hair back from my perspiring face.
“Blow your load on someone else, asshole.” I sneer.
He snaps suddenly and stands to grab me by the arm. He drags me outside, and next thing I know, he is pulling me across the road to his car.
“Get in the car,” he yells. “I told you to leave this fucking place!”
“And you told me you were cancelling your membership.”
“Ashley, get in the fucking car.”
“No! You don’t get to tell me what to do!”
“The hell I don’t,” he yells. “You are the mother of my child. You will do what I fucking say.”
The bouncers come out and run across the road to help me. “Vivienne, come back inside,” one of them calls.
“Get in the fucking car, Ashley, or I swear to God.”
My eyes flicker between the bouncers and Cameron, and I know that if I do what he says now, I will always end up doing what he tells me….and he will treat me like dirt forever.
This is a power play… and Cameron Stanton just lost.
I turn and walk back in the direction of the club.
“Ashley,” he yells.
I turn and give him the bird, and he turns and punches the windshield of his Aston Martin. It crackles as it smashes into a spider web of broken glass art.
I walk through the doors of the club with my adrenaline at an all time high.
Holy fuck.
What just happened?
20
I stand in the hall of the hospital and close my eyes in horror as I get an image of myself writhing on Cameron’s lap last night.
Blow your load on someone else, I said. What kind of gutter trash woman says that? Oh God, I’ve hit an all time low.
Those drinks were just strong enough to take away my brain-to-mouth filter.
I shouldn’t have given him the lap dance. I should never have said that to him.
I’ve stooped to his level and I acted just like a dirty stripper last night.
Regret hangs heavily on my shoulders as I wait for him to arrive.
Would he have slept with someone in the Escape Lounge if I wasn’t there?
Nausea rolls my stomach as my mind races a million miles a minute. I don’t even know what to think of myself anymore.
The elevator opens and he appears and my eyes slowly rise to meet his.
He looks like shit. Has he even slept?
His hair is unruly, he has bags under his eyes, and his skin is pale. He approaches the group. “Good morning, everyone.”
“Good morning,” everyone calls back.
I watch him as he takes out the first folder for the morning rounds and he winces. I frown and glance down at his hand. It’s the size of a baseball mitt and a nice shade of purple.
Shit, he broke his hand last night when he punched the windshield.
Oh God, I need to do something. “Dr. Stanton, can I see you in the office for a moment, please?” I ask.
His eyes rise to meet mine and after a pause, he answers, “Yes.” He looks around at the other interns. “We’ll start the rounds in ten minutes, guys. If you want to grab a coffee, go ahead.”