Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I hold up one hand.
“Fine. I apologize for being rude. But why are you here?”
Jamie stares at me.
“Because this is my home.”
I shrug.
“Yeah, but you’ve been staying with me at the hotel. We’ve been joined at the hip for a couple weeks now, sweetheart. My bed’s cold without you. So are you avoiding me? What gives?”
I can tell Jamie’s about to lie. She opens her mouth and shuts it while plastering a fake smile on her face. But then something happens. Her features seem to collapse in on themselves as her shoulders slump, and suddenly, tears appear in her eyes.
“What is it?” I ask roughly, going over to her bed. “Tell me, baby. I’ll fix whatever’s wrong.”
She closes her eyes for a moment and breathes in deep through her nose. There’s a hitch to her breath, and my heart contracts upon hearing it. My girl is hurting, and I’ll throttle whoever did this to her. As soon as I get out of here I’m going to inflict some serious bodily damage on the asshole responsible for her pain.
But then Jamie’s eyes look at me, and they’re sparkling with accusatory tears.
“I saw you last night, Dane,” she says in a wooden voice. “Don’t pretend it wasn’t you. You were breeding that girl at Club Z.”
My heart begins thundering in my ears.
“You were there,” I state.
“Yes,” she nods, looking off at nothing. “Kimber set it up. She knows some people who know some people, and so the NYC branch of Club Z allowed me to observe a breeding party. Imagine how I felt when I saw you enter the room. You were breeding that woman.”
“You were there, looking through a two-way mirror.”
“Yes,” Jamie says in a faint voice, still avoiding my eyes. “Don’t try to deny it, Dane, because she was wearing a mask, but you weren’t. I saw you clearly. I saw you touch her.”
I hold up a hand.
“This isn’t what you think,” I say in an urgent voice. “I can explain.”
The curvy girl turns swiftly to look at me, and I’m taken aback by the disdain in her eyes.
“Oh really? How do you explain being naked at a breeding party? How do you explain your erection when faced with that girl? How do you explain touching her pussy to make her feel good?”
“Yes, but did you see me actually penetrate her?” I ask in a rush. “Because I didn’t. You must have left before the breeding party got underway.”
“Who cares if you penetrated her?” Jamie screeches, her cheeks bright red now. “You were fucking that girl! Fucking is fucking!”
“No, I didn’t claim her,” I say quickly. “I was there as a fluffer only. You know, someone who preps the girl so that she’s aroused and ready to be bred. I didn’t do more than that. In fact, I didn’t do much of anything because as soon as I touched her, I knew it was wrong. I wanted that woman to be you, Jamie. I wanted to breed you.”
Jamie stares at me, venom in her eyes.
“Do you expect me to believe that crock of bullshit?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true,” I say in a desperate tone. “My friend Brad was supposed to be the fluffer. Hell, he was probably supposed to be one of the breeders, but that dude’s gotten way into sex dolls recently, so he pulled out at the last minute. He begged me to take his place, and yes, I exercised bad judgment. I should have said no, but I said yes. I regret every moment of it.”
Jamie’s turned her chin away again, her face set.
“Yeah, right,” she says in a voice dripping with disdain. “You just happen to have a friend who dropped out at the last minute. So you went to the breeding party in his place.”
“I know it sounds unbelievable, but it’s true. You can call Brad if you want,” I say in a rushed voice. “I swear, he’s become obsessed with sex dolls and no longer wants to touch living, breathing women.”
With a trembling hand, I hold out my phone so that she can dial. But Jamie merely turns her head away again.
“What a crock of shit,” she mutters. Then, she spins around once more, her face a mask of rage. “Even if your friend Brad is now off the reservation, it still doesn’t provide you with an excuse! You never should have been there! You never should have laid a finger on that young woman sexually! What the hell?”
I hang my head with shame.
“I know,” I say in a low voice. “That’s on me.”
“Then get out!” Jamie screams. “I hate you, Dane Kenneally! You’re just a sick fuck who likes to toy with girls. I never want to see you again! Oh, and by the way – I QUIT!”
Then, the curvy girl literally shoves me hard. Of course, I’ve got about seventy pounds on her, but I let her push me towards the door, and before I realize it, I’m back on the shabby fifth floor landing as Jamie slams the door in my face.