Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“It’s your tip,” I tell her.
At first, she says nothing, looking at the card and then back to me.
“It’s a black card. Unlimited,” she states. “You don’t tip with cards.”
“I do. Take it. Spend it on whatever you want. It’s your tip.”
“Zuko,” Kyson whisper-shouts next to me.
She smirks and slides the card into her bra, and I watch the sexy as fucking sin movement.
“If you say so.” She turns and sashays off without another word.
“You didn’t just give her your card as a tip, did you?” Kyson asks.
“I can cut it off once I deem she’s spent enough,” I tell him.
“And what if she buys a house?” he questions.
“Please. She wouldn’t,” I reply, shaking my head.
The little one approaches again and smiles at us all.
“Where is she?” Kyson asks.
“Oh, she left for the night. You really cheered her up.” She grabs the empty glasses and takes them back to the bar.
Kyson starts laughing next to me and Kenzo joins in as well. Grayson just stares at me over the rim of his glass with a closed lip smile lifting his brows.
“You got it bad.”
“No such thing,” I say, standing. “Now, leave a tip. And be fucking generous.”
“Fuck, no. I’m keeping my black card, thank you very much,” Kyson snaps as Grayson pulls out a few hundred dollar bills and leaves them on the table.
I watch that handsy slob grab his cock as he stumbles to the bathroom.
“Don’t do it,” Kyson warns from next to me.
“I’ll be quick,” I reply as I follow grabby hands, and they move toward the exit. I walk straight into the bathroom and lock the door once I’m inside. Thankfully no one else is in here.
He goes to the stall instead of the urinal, and I walk up behind him and pull out my pencil knife and stab him in his carotid artery. Just as fast as I push it in, I pull it out, and he slumps forward, his head hitting the toilet. I step out of the stall, shut the door, and wash my hands before I leave.
He cries like a baby, and it’s like music to my ears.
Slimy fucking bastard.
Now, I wonder how much that little ball of trouble will be spending on my card.
SIX
Alaska
“You’ve reached Sage from You Beat It, We Spit It. First, let’s start with your name,” I sing the words as I sit down on my new couch.
Gosh, luxury really does cost money.
I’m lucky enough to do this job from the pleasure and safety of my own home.
“Sage.”
Damn him and that voice.
“Zuko.” I know who it is straight away. And I wonder again why someone like him would be calling a sex line. I mean, I’ve seen the way he looks, and he is easy on the eyes. I wonder if he has some fucked-up fetishes. Yeah, that has to be it. “I want to ask you something.”
“Go on,” he rumbles.
I lift my glass of champagne—expensive as all hell—and put it to my lips, taking a sip before I ask, “Why do you call me? Is it because you can’t fuck a woman? Or do you have some fucked-up way that you like to fuck women?”
“I can fuck, if that’s what you’re asking, Sage.”
Oh, I love the way he says my name.
Like honey melting over warm toast, so smooth and slick.
Even if it’s not my real first name.
“Okay, tell me, then… When did you fuck the last woman? How was it? What did you do?”
“Aren’t I paying you to fuck me over the phone?” he replies.
“Let’s be real, Zuko. You call to listen to me speak. Do you even touch your cock while I’m talking?”
“Always,” he whispers. “But to answer your question, I start by letting my hand roll over the curve of their neck, causing their pulse to become stronger beneath my fingertips. Did you know by putting a knife straight into that same spot, it can kill you in approximately five to fifteen seconds?”
“I did.” I smile.
“Good girl. Now, after that, I would lean in real close…” His breathing picks up through the phone, or was that mine? I’m not sure. I take another sip from my glass as I listen to him. “I would ask her if she wants it fast…or slow.” He draws out the last word. “And I would give her the exact opposite of what she wants because why not play some fucked-up games.”
I go to drink more of my champagne and realize it’s gone.
“Are you still there, Sage?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply, standing and walking to my counter to pour myself another glass. I’m going to need it…and a vibrator. I go to my room and pull out my vibrator and smile as I lie on my bed with my glass next to me.
“Carry on,” I tell him. Turning on the toy, I put it to my clit first because that’s the area that makes me come, hard, and I let it do its job.