Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Our private server brought out our drinks, appetizers, salads, and then our meal.
“Watch this,” I directed, taking my butter knife and cutting it along the steak. “Have you ever seen that before?”
He shook his head no with his eyebrows raised.
“That’s how tender it is,” I added.
We finished eating and Devon leaned back in his chair, polishing off his drink. “Damn,” he said, grabbing his stomach. “That must of have been the best meal I have ever eaten.”
“Only the things money can buy.”
“Yeah, this meal must have cost a fortune.”
“I wouldn’t know.” I shrugged.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t ever pay for anything.”
“You’re lying.”
I leaned in and put my elbows on the table. “See Devon, here’s the fucked up part about life. When you have enough money in the world to do whatever you please… whatever you want… whatever you desire or need… you don’t have to worry about it.” I beamed. “Because people will give it to you for free. From restaurants, to designer clothing, to cars, to yachts, and trips around the world,” I paused, allowing him to process everything I was saying.
“Why?” I asked what he was already thinking. “Just so you’ll make an appearance, and tell your other ridiculously wealthy friends about it. It’s sad, isn’t it? You can finally afford everything you ever wanted, you ever dreamed of, and it doesn’t fucking matter. You will literally have people kissing your ass, just so they can say you were there.”
He didn’t say anything for several minutes. I knew he had hundreds of questions, but knew he couldn’t ask them… not because I told him I wanted a night of letting go.
No.
He was worried about the response he would get.
About my answers.
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I wasn’t prepared for everything that was being thrown at me. I knew VIP was a lucrative and moneymaking establishment, I just never thought that pussy could bring in that much money.
I guess at the end of the day…
Sex sells.
Always has and always will.
We sat there for the next few hours drinking, laughing, and flirting. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever had the pleasure of being around. Seeing her; and knowing her. There was this special, different magnetic pull to her that night. I didn’t know if it was the clothes or the make up, but she was distinctive and diverse, in every sense of the word.
I felt like I was learning a new side to her that I had never seen before, with fresh eyes and a new exterior. I loved it as much as I hated it, not for the reasons that one may think. I prided myself on being able to read her like a book. We had this special and unique connection that we shared alone. It was something that attracted us to one another, and not being able to figure out or understand the reason why. However, that night it was as if I was with a new woman. Someone I hadn’t ever met before.
But it didn’t matter.
I still loved her.
I loved her as Brooke.
I loved her as Bambi.
I loved her as a VIP.
It was her… the different shades of her.
I realized that as I looked into her wicked and sinful allure, that she had about herself sitting before me. Touching me in all the right places under the table, enough to have my heart thump and my breath elevate. Saying all the right things at the right moment, with a tone that could have any man falling to their knees for her.
Falling at her altar.
I wanted to own this woman, as much as I already knew I owned the other. This woman knew no bounds, no ties, or restrictions; there were no causes for complaints. She was confident and poised, as much as she was slutty and sultry.
A minx.
A vixen.
A mixture of innocent and malicious.
Heaven and hell.
Angel or devil.
In that moment, I knew why she was a VIP.
Why she is a VIP.
It’s in her blood. It’s who she is. She was born one.
Knowing all of her… is loving all of her.
There was no going back for me.
There was only going forward.
With her by my side, and with me by hers.
Together.
<>B<>
The more I let myself go, the further, clearer, and more distinctive his eyes became.
At first they relayed nothing, but caution, chaos, and concern. Now he’s as intrigued and pulled in, as he was the first night he met me. I loved being able to share a whole new world with him; a whole new me. He had yet to see what else was in store… I wasn’t holding back.
Tonight he would see it.
He would experience it.
I hoped and prayed that he would be along for the ride. Take each and every turn with me.
I was ready to push the boundaries.
And by that…
I mean him.
We got to the club around eleven, and walked right up to the front of the line; they lifted the red rope and let us in. The line was long and crazy; it went around the corner. The private hostess greeted us immediately, and we were seated at our private table near the D.J.