Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes, getting angry once more.
“No because the woman I want isn’t available,” I growl. “What a fucking travesty. This place sucks.”
Cade leans back in his chair, swirls his drink, and studies me, seemingly already back to normal. He cocks his head to one side. “You wanted the pregnant one, didn’t you?” he chuckles. “I get it. Did you know that a lot of the pregnant ones will let you come inside them without a condom? They’re already knocked up, so there’s no chance of getting pregnant a second time, and of course, we’ve all been tested up the wazoo,” he drawls, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
“Fuck you,” I grunt, looking away. “Shut the fuck up.”
But Cade just continues.
“Yeah, she is sexy as fuck,” Cade agrees, his blue gaze trailing over to the gorgeous brunette. She wipes a thin tissue delicately between her thighs at that moment, the intimate gesture making my heart race, and Cade grins again. “Yeah, she’s a winner, and that’s why I texted Maria about two minutes ago that I’m claiming her.”
Cade holds up his phone, showing me his bidding price and confirmation.
“You son of a bitch!” I spit out. “You? You just fucking came while watching another woman!” My eyes must be shooting flames, but the horny bastard doesn’t give a shit. He merely leans back, smirking.
“Poor Ricky,” he taunts. “You’re desperate, aren’t you? I didn’t know you had your eye on her.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl again. “You’re such a fucking loser.”
But Cade merely shrugs, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
“Listen, since you’re fairly new to this life, I’ll be a good sport,” he tells me easily. “Especially now that I know you have a thing for the moms, or moms to be I guess, I’ll let you indulge and have the pregnant one. I’ll renounce my claim,” he offers in a magnanimous tone, like a prince granting a boon.
I squint.
“Are you fucking serious?”
He nods.
“Yeah, I know you’ll get me back one day,” he says in an easy tone before winking. “I’ll collect when it comes time.”
Of course, that could mean anything, and when it comes to a bastard like Cade, it could mean handing over the equivalent of my first-born child or cutting off my pinky to suit him. But he’s right. I’m so desperate that I’m willing to take it.
“Fine,” I say in a short tone. “Do it. Tell Maria that you’re giving her to me.”
He nods.
“Will do.” Then, he grabs his phone and texts a couple things in before putting it down. While we wait, he nods towards the one-way mirror, where a few women are still going at it hard. “See that redhead over there with the big tits?”
I nod, barely able to tear my eyes away from the pregnant girl.
“Sure, what about her?” I ask in an absentminded voice.
“Look at what she’s doing,” he says in a devilish tone. “Where the fuck did she even get that vegetable?”
The wonder in his voice makes me turn to look, and sure enough there’s a gorgeous flame-haired minx with her legs parted, moaning as she sits down on a big green cucumber. Her head’s tipped back with wonder as her big breasts bounce, the huge vegetable slowly inching its way into her tiny hole.
“What is that?” Cade pants, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets. “A cucumber? A zucchini? Did she bring it in with her because their clothes are too tiny to hide something that bulky.”
But before I can answer, Cade’s phone buzzes again and he looks down. “Hannah’s all yours,” he smirks while shooting me a knowing smile. “The transfer’s done. Have fun, brother.”
I nod, curtly, my body already beginning to harden. It’s so sick and twisted, talking about these women as if they’re playing cards to be bartered and bought. But the fact is that I can’t focus on anything else right now. The beautiful brunette with the pregnant belly and sassy ways is exactly what I’m looking for, and I can’t wait to claim her asap.
5
Hannah
I fidget nervously with the strap on my purse as I walk from the subway to the wine bar where I’m supposed to meet my new client. My heels tap lightly against the sidewalk while my black cocktail dress flutters in the warm evening breeze. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as the city passes me by in a noisy rush. Do I look okay? Do I look respectable, and not like a girl who just sold herself two days ago?
I hope not because I’m about to meet the man who bid on me at the City Girls look-see. I’ve been told we’re not necessarily expected to be intimate with the men, but we are expected to go out with them and to make sure they enjoy themselves. Then, what happens is up to each individual service provider. I almost snorted when Maria voiced those words because it sounded like a very carefully worded statement carefully prepared by lawyers. Of course, I know what really happens because Christine’s given me the skinny, but my friend also said that most of the clients are handsome, well-built, and very, very generous. As a result, I have to keep my eyes on the prize. Even if my customer is a seventy year old gnome, my baby deserves to have a good life, and I need to provide in whatever way I can.