Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
I frown at her and look around, wondering if anyone overheard. I guess I don’t have to pretend in this instance.
“I think you’re mistaken,” I say in a clipped tone.
“Please, nobody is listening, Leon,” Cerise presses. “Why pretend? Why keep secrets?”
I lean closer to her. “This isn’t appropriate.”
“No, no, but keeping your secret lover here, pretending she is but an assistant? Is that appropriate?”
I glare at her and for a second, I think she might be drunk.
But no, her eyes are clear and she’s smiling slightly.
She’s fucking with me.
“Please, Cerise,” I say, “you must have had too much to drink.”
“Ah, maybe,” she says. “Maybe. But you are still a, ah, hypocrite.”
“We can discuss this another time.”
For her part, Paige looks shocked and pale, which again, probably isn’t an act.
I turn to her and gesture for her to follow. Cerise grins wickedly as we hurry away. My car is waiting for us a block away, and as soon as we get inside, Paige lets out a huge breath.
“Holy shit,” she says.
I laugh softly. “Yeah.”
“Cerise was going to blow it all up.”
“She was testing us. I bet this whole thing was her idea.”
Paige bites her lip. “I thought… this was supposed to be simple. Why do they care?”
“They probably wouldn’t have at first. But if I’m lying to them…” I shake my head. “Fucking hell.”
Paige shifts closer to me and puts her hand on my knee. The sudden shift in the way she’s acting surprises me. I look down at her, feeling my heart beat.
“I won’t let you down,” she says softly, and in this moment I don’t think she’s ever been more fucking beautiful to me. She blinks up at me with those big doe eyes of hers and I can’t help myself.
I tilt her chin closer. “No, you won’t,” I whisper, and kiss her gently, so fucking gently.
I don’t let it linger too long. I don’t let it turn into passion, as much as I want it to.
She blinks rapidly as I pull away. She wants to say something but decides against it.
Instead, she shifts away and leans against the window, looking out into the night.
I leave her alone with her thoughts. I have my own and I can’t shake them.
It’s all about her. For as fake as we’re pretending this is, I’m starting to want her for real. I’m starting to want to turn this into something much, much more.
At first it was a game. A fun game, a sexy game, but just a game. Then I kissed her and everything changed.
Now I can’t stop seeing her. I can’t stop tasting her.
Fuck. It’s complicated enough. And now Cerise is onto us.
Maybe it would be better if we made it real. Maybe having an actual relationship will put Cerise off the scent…
Layers on layers.
It’s too confusing.
I just want something simple. A simple taste of Paige and nothing else.
When the driver drops her off, I walk her to her door. She looks up into my eyes. “Good night,” she says.
I want to follow her into that apartment and fuck her until she can’t walk.
“Good night.”
Instead, I turn and leave.
She’s not ready.
Or so I keep saying.
But maybe the truth is, I’m not ready.
7
Paige
Reality and fantasy are so mixed up that I don’t know what’s real anymore.
I keep thinking that whole night when he spanked me, made me call him Daddy, and got me off was just a dream. He acted like nothing happened the next day, and the day after, and the day after, and I started to just think…
I made it all up. Just a fantasy.
At least until he kissed me in the car again and I knew it was real. Even if that kiss was brief, it told me everything.
It’s happening. Fantasy, reality… the lie that’s tying it all together. It’s getting blurry and confusing.
I don’t know what I really want.
Maybe I’m just getting seduced by his power.
He has this way about him, this presence. I can’t help myself when he’s around. All I want to do is touch him, feel his hands on my body, give myself over to him. I’ve never experienced that desire before.
I think I’m a strong woman. But maybe I can be both strong and submissive. Maybe I can do it all…
And call him Daddy.
That’s what he is, right? My Sugar Daddy? He’s a rich older man paying me to be with him. That’s it, right?
Except it’s so much more. It’s about more than just money now, it’s about power and pleasure. It’s about taking what he wants… and giving him everything.
God, it’s all a mess.
After the movie premiere, I dream about him. I dream about his hands on my body, his lips against my ear. I keep panting, over and over: Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.
I wake up sweating, a pool of excitement between my legs.
“We’re taking a little field trip.”