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)
CHAPTER 39
Dawson
Igrin at the photo sent by Honey only an hour ago.
It’s of her squeezing honey over her tits. I shift my hard cock to a more comfortable position. Fuck, she has no idea how beautiful she is. And that temper I saw last night… my cock pulses. That perfectly polished mask of hers slipped, and I delighted in the underlying ferociousness.
I wanted to see what Honey thought of the event last night, but I received so much more than simply her approval or appraisal. It was hard to go our separate ways when I had work matters to attend to.
Lesley knocks and lets herself in. When she sees me, she stutters to a halt and glances around the room, then looks behind her.
“Were you just smiling at your phone?”
I set the phone on my desk, the screen down. “I received good news.”
“How nice,” she drawls. “How did the event go last night?”
“It went as well as expected. I’ve had service requests coming through all morning.”
She nods and tosses some photographs on my desk. “I heard Mrs. Laddle ended up with a broken nose and was blacklisted.”
I can’t help the smile. I can tell Lesley wants to be mad at me, but she also breaks out in a smile. “I have to give it to the little bumble bee… I didn’t think she had it in her. But at least we don’t have to deal with that old hag anymore.”
I pick up the pictures as Lesley sits across from me and flick through them. Various security footage images of those on the grounds last night. All were invited guests. Which means our mystery fucker was smart enough not to come on the premises.
“The street security?” I ask.
“Henry is working on it now. He says it shouldn’t be too long. Do you think the guy fell for it?”
“I do.”
CHAPTER 40
Honey
Dawson has invited me to his house. I was surprised when the text came through. I didn’t expect it nor reciprocate the picture of his cock. I’m staring at the screen, my head tilting as I gnaw on my bottom lip. I have girlfriends who have told me they hate receiving dick pics, but they’ve obviously never been sent the right one.
I’m leaving shortly, but I’m tempted to pull out my vibrator first. I look at my top drawer thoughtfully. I mean, I still have an hour until I need to leave, right? So why not?
But just as I’ve decided to go for it, my sister walks out of my wardrobe triumphantly. I quickly close my screen.
“Aha! I knew you stole it,” she says, holding up one of her shirts.
“You can’t just assume it’s yours because it’s black, Rya.” Black is basically the only color she wears.
She gives me a stern expression, and I look away with my tongue in my cheek. It actually is hers.
“Are you sure this is the right thing to do?” she asks as I apply my lipstick. She has the afternoon off from work and came down to speak to me and, of course, drill me about Dawson before she leaves for her belated honeymoon with Crue.
“What?” I reply, playing dumb.
“I know you’re going to see him.”
I smile in the mirror. “How do you know that?”
“Honey, you care what your parents think. It’s always been how you are. Our father arrives here tomorrow. How do you think you’ll explain to him that you’re seeing someone he dislikes?”
“I don’t. I won’t tell him,” I say, shrugging.
“If he sees you two together, he’ll work it out. He’s a smart man.”
“I know. He just needs to get to know Dawson better.”
“You are Daddy’s little princess, Honey, and you always have been. I rebelled, and you stayed glued to him. He won’t take this easily, and Crue and I will be away, so no backup from us.”
“I won’t need backup.”
She coughs “bullshit” under her breath.
I roll my eyes. “If you say so.”
She walks into the bathroom and hugs me from behind. It’s nice because she’s not one to often offer physical affection. “Just be safe, okay? I get it’s all exciting, and sex is fun, but just because you’re having great sex with him doesn’t mean you won’t with someone else.” I feel my cheeks redden at her words.
The only person I have really spoken with regarding sex is Dawson. I feel comfortable talking with him about all those things, and I know that’s probably a weird thing to do, but who better to discuss it with than someone who sells it for a living? And he listens to me without judgment despite the fact I’m sleeping with him.
“I’m going back upstairs. Call me if you need anything,” she says.
“Oooh, I’ll be up shortly to grab my baking tray before you go. I only have one.”
Rya rolls her eyes. “Shouldn’t you own like a million of those?”