Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
I nod.
He leans against the table. “Where did you do it?”
“She caught me jerking off in my bathroom the other night.” “What?”
I close my eyes, the memories of it washing over me.
“What did you do when you saw her?” Seb gasps.
“I kept going, finished off, and then I rubbed my jizz onto my stomach for added effect.” I put a fork full of food into my mouth and shrug.
Their mouths fall open right before they both begin to laugh.
“What the fuck?” Seb whispers. “Then what?”
“Then I asked her to meet me at a hotel.” They exchange looks.
“The hot one…?” Spencer repeats again. “With the long, dark hair? The bad driver?”
“Yes!” Seb snaps, annoyed. “How many fucking nannies do you think he has?”
I continue eating my breakfast as they both wait for me to speak.
“And?” Spencer frowns. “What happened then?”
I shake my head and wipe my mouth with my napkin. “We screwed, and it was the hottest fucking sex of my life.”
Their eyes widen even further, if that was at all possible.
“We met again yesterday, and she fried my brain with dirty talk, and then fucked me stupid. Afterwards, she left, and I’ve been hard ever since.”
“That’s insanely hot,” Spencer whispers. “What are you going to do?” I sip my orange juice. “Meet her again at the hotel tonight.”
“That good?” Spencer whispers. “Two nights in a row?”
I nod and exhale heavily. “I have to get a handle on it, though. My kids love her. I’m not going to fuck it up for them.
Brielle
Julian Masters
Requests the company of
Bree Johnston
Occasion: Situation inspection.
Date: 31st May
Time: 7PM
Place: Room 612, Rosewood London
Dress code: Formal
I read the information again on my phone. Formal? What the hell constitutes as formal?
Damn him and his confusing sexy invitations. I flip through the rack in the department store, annoyed.
That’s too short, that’s too tight, that’s too daggy.
It’s not like I’m going to be wearing these clothes for long, anyway, is it? He’s going to rip them off my body the moment he sees me.
I smile to myself. What a problem to have. A bottomless credit card to buy something pretty to wear for a date with a big dicked sexy god.
What is my life? I’ve turned into Pretty Woman.
Julian has meetings on and off all day today, but something has changed between us since our meeting yesterday. He’s openly watching me now. He didn’t do that last week. In fact, he avoided eye contact at all costs.
My phone rings and an unknown number pops up.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Hello, Brell, this is Frances.”
Julian’s mother. “Oh, hello.” I smile nervously. Shit, what does she want? Oh my God, does she know?
“I wanted to take you out for lunch today, darling.”
I inflate my cheeks, knowing that I don’t really have time for that today. I want to prepare for my formal porno meeting.
“You don’t need to do that,” I tell her kindly.
“I want to. I’ll pick you up at 12:30 p.m.”
Damn, she’s pushy. “Umm, I’m already in town, can I meet you somewhere?”
“Okay dear. Let’s go to Polpetto. It’s on Berwick Street.”
“Yes, okay, I’ll see you then.”
“Great. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.” She hangs up.
Fuck. She knows.
Does she know? I bite my thumbnail, knowing she could only really know if he’s told her, but there’s no way he would have told her… would he?
I dial his number. It rings and my stomach flips. I’ve never called him before.
“Hello, my beautiful Bree,” he purrs.
“Hi.” I smile goofily. He makes me giddy.
“How can I help you?”
I get tingles from the sound of his voice.
“Bree? Hello?”
I frown. “Oh, sorry. Did you tell your mother?”
“Tell her what?”
“About us.”
“No. Of course not. Why?”
“She just called me saying she wants to take me out to lunch.”
“What?”
“I know, but she was being pushy and I couldn’t say no.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll call her.”
“N-no,” I stammer. “If you call her now and cancel for me, she’s going to know something is going on between us for sure.”
“Hmm.”
“You’re absolutely positive she knows nothing?” I frown.
“No, and don’t you tell her anything, either.” I scowl to myself. “I can’t lie, Julian. If she asks me if we’re sleeping together then I have to tell her the truth.”
“Don’t you dare. Don’t go if you can’t keep your mouth shut.”
I bite my lip. This is a disaster because I really can’t lie for shit. “You’re certain she doesn’t know?” I ask one final time.
“Bree, my mother is taking you to lunch to milk you for information. She’s as sharp as a whip. Don’t be fooled by her friendly demeanor.”
My eyes widen. “What information?”
“Information on us.”
“Right. So I can’t tell her that we meet in hotels and fuck each other stupid then?”
He chuckles, and the sound permeates through my bones. “Why don’t you tell her that you are pussy whipping her son, and he’s on the verge of needing sectioning because of his sexual addiction to you?”