Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I was hoping Lord Sterling would turn me down and tell me to keep my cash, but unfortunately he muttered in a small voice, “How much can you spare?”
And I took a deep breath, “Maybe five, ten thousand?” I had a little socked away from various Christmas presents, my Sweet Sixteen. So when my dad immediately accepted, my heart dropped.
“Can you wire it to us baby?” he rushed. “With Western Union I don’t even think you need formal ID, you could just use a piece of mail as identification. How soon can you get it to us?”
I shook my head. Things must have been really, really bad if my small savings was needed this urgently.
“Listen Dad,” I said slowly, “I can’t get you the money tonight because it’s already almost five, money transfer places will be closing in a few minutes. But what about my tuition from Miss Carroll’s? Have you asked about a refund on that? Pro-rated maybe?”
And this is where my mom butted in, grabbing the receiver from Lord Sterling.
“We’ve already tried,” she said frigidly. “Dropping out isn’t grounds for a refund, not even partial ones. It was in the contract.”
And a hole opened up in my stomach because tuition had been thirty thousand for a year, and I’d been there maybe two months max. So I mentally decided I’d make it up to them as best I could, in whatever small way I could.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said quietly. “I’ll get to the check cashing place first thing tomorrow morning okay? They do same-day transfers, so the money will be in your account by afternoon.”
“Make sure you do, Christina,” Mary snapped before hanging up on me.
And the pit in my stomach opened up into a cavern, a mass of worry. Sure, Mary and Robert weren’t the best parents out there with all the financial tomfoolery, but I couldn’t totally blame them. After all, they’d been raised in worlds of wealth and privilege and times had changed without them, leaving them stranded on the sand, exposed to the harsh glare of day. What had worked before, no longer did and they just didn’t get it. People worked for a living now, depending on salaries to stay afloat and my parents were shocked at the thought of holding down a job. Both of them had always relied on various trust funds and now that the money had dried up? They were adrift, grasping at whatever they could even if it was something as ridiculous as marrying off their daughter to the highest bidder.
All the same, I loved them and wanted to help in whatever small way I could. I didn’t know where things with Prince Kristian were, but marriage seemed pretty far-fetched given that there were four of us in this relationship. So with my mind twisting and turning, not sure which direction to go, I got up and started dinner. Maybe putting together a feast, something really lavish and complicated, would distract me from my troubles if only for a short while. I’d already put in a full day at Roma Outreach, working with a few new clients, and the twins were due back soon. More likely than not, Kristian would be with them and we could enjoy a nice meal together before moving onto our nightly escapades.
Because we go at it every chance we can, our dirty quartet, and it’s amazing, more than I ever dreamed it could be. There’s something special about these men, they make me feel so alive, so wanted, and it’s not just the physical. It’s the way they treat me as a valued companion, helpmate, lover and friend, the jewel of our foursome.
“Baby, did you have a good day?” Karl nuzzled against my throat the other night. I gasped because his hand was trailing down my thigh, or maybe it was Kato’s hand, and I shivered as it neared my puss, exploring that soft crevice between my cunt and leg.
“I did,” I said, taking a deep breath and raising one knee high for better access, “but I’m worried about one of my clients. He’s just not getting it,” I said slowly, sighing a bit as mysterious fingers stroked my labia, pulling and pinching on that sensitive flesh. Needless to say, my panties were long gone, that damp, wet little ball of cloth discarded on the floor somewhere.
Karl grunted in reply, sitting up slightly before turning me so that he could stroke my back, massage those tense muscles, and Kristian swooped in to kiss me then, taking my mouth deeply, muttering against my lips.
“What’s wrong with the client?” he asked. “Is someone defaulting on their loan?”
I laughed. If only it was that easy.
“It’s not that,” I said slowly, as Kristian stroked my arms, the golden curves of my shoulders before tweaking a nipple, making me gasp with surprise and arousal. “It’s that the client’s not doing what’s best for his business. I told him that with restaurants, you’ve got to comply with all of the City’s codes, but he won’t install a new vent, he keeps saying that the old one is enough. I’m worried because the city inspector is going to come by soon and shut him down. And then what? Then he’ll have no income, no way to support his family, much less pay back our loan.”