Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Oh God, that sounds awful.”
She holds up her hand. “Then he proceeded to stand up, go to the bathroom to relieve himself, then came back, completely naked, hands on his hips, and asked me if I had somewhere else to be.” Daphne shakes her head in disgust. “That man gave me the shittiest lay of my life and then basically told me to leave.” Her face is red with anger. “You know what, fuck this. I’m going to tell him how much his cock sucks.” She pulls out her phone and starts typing.
“What are you saying?” I ask, leaning over to see what she is writing.
I want you to know that the sixty seconds you spent in my vagina was the worst of my life. Please take lessons before you inflict that on another woman.
She hits send, turns to me, and smiles. “Done.”
“I can’t believe you just did that.” I laugh, half shocked but more so impressed.
“Believe it,” she says.
CHAPTER 33
Honey
Over the next week, I don’t hear from Dawson. My sister asks me why I’m not working, and I simply tell her I found an online job. Because I’m rolling in money now, and she’s going to see me spending it and asking me how I’m getting it. As thoughtful as my father’s allowance is, it’s limited compared to my lifestyle before moving here. Most likely intentionally to ensure I eventually go back.
“Are you ready?” Rya asks. It’s Crue’s birthday, and, as expected, a party is being thrown. Although I suspect Crue will only make an appearance at his own party before he whisks away his wife for a private celebration.
I slide on my light-pink dress and matching heels, then grab my black bag.
“Ready.”
“Dawson will be there,” she tells me as we walk out. I feel her gaze and unasked questions.
“Figured as much.”
I haven’t told her about what happened between us because I have a feeling if she knew, she’d find him and rip his balls off. And I’m not really sure I want that to happen, considering he needs them, especially when he knows how to use the part attached to them so well.
I’ve been using my vibrator every single night, getting off to the memories of Dawson. I try to think of someone else—anyone else—but it’s always him that pops into the back of my head.
And his words echo in my ears as I come. “Cry for me.”
It’s become like a mantra I love to hate.
I can’t help it that my eyes water every time I come.
“How is it going with him?” Rya questions.
“It’s not going anywhere if that’s what you mean,” I tell her, smiling as we get in the car where Crue is already waiting. He nods to me and pulls my sister closer to him. I sit across from them, trying to look anywhere other than his wandering hands.
“Good, I hope it stays that way,” she says. For someone who gets along with him great, she certainly has an issue with me becoming too friendly, which I can understand.
Bad guy and everything.
Rya makes small talk with me for the rest of the car ride until we arrive at one of the restaurants Crue owns. I’m starting to think he owns half of New York. There’s already a room full of people—a handful I recognize from their wedding and others I don’t know. They’re the same sort of company my father keeps. Powerful men and women who border on the line of mistrust but have to be nice enough to keep their alliances tight. I now realize how tiring it all is. It’s all for show and power plays.
The one person I knew would be here is leaning against the bar, holding a glass in his hand as he stares at me. Dawson’s gaze eats me up while he takes a mouthful of his drink. Beside him is the woman who auctioned me off, Lesley.
Is he fucking her too? Gah. I hate myself for even having the thought.
A few people greet us as we enter, and I feel his stare burning into the back of me. I slowly make my way to the bar on the other side of the room. And as I place my order, I know without looking that he’s standing next to me. He smells of spice and vanilla.
“Are you avoiding me?” Dawson asks. My drink gets placed in front of me, and I try not to look his way. “Oh, so you are.” I go to walk away, but he steps in front of me. “We don’t have to talk when I take you home and fuck you into oblivion.” My harsh gaze cuts to him. “Aww, there she is,” he purrs.
“Cut the bullshit,” I say, and he actually smiles. “You left me high and dry at my apartment. I won’t play this game with you. It’s giving me whiplash.”