Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
I squeezed my thighs together, drunk with need. If he didn’t cash out his prize soon, we’d end up doing something drastic. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.
Hailey pouted at Oliver, now completely ignoring me. “What was that?”
I picked up my pace under the table, jerking him off, fueled by desire, and jealousy, and pent-up rage. It occurred to me that I wasn’t jealous of Hailey. I knew she did nothing for him. I just couldn’t – and wouldn’t – shake away the images I’d painted in my head of Ollie and that Instagram chick. Fifteen years was a long time to hold a grudge.
And still …
“I said,” Oliver choked out, “I’m not big on public transportation anyway, so the point is moot.”
“She doesn’t even seem to like you,” Hailey sneered, completely dismissing me. Her reputation truly preceded her.
I quickened the pace. Oliver’s precum slicked his skin, forcing my hand to move faster over his long shaft. Heat and wetness pooled between thighs. I could come, myself, I was so turned on. The adrenaline rushing through my body made me bold.
“I’d take her hatred before anyone else’s love any fucking day,” Oliver groaned.
Done pretending he was still in control, he tipped his head back. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he closed his eyes and enjoyed me masturbating him in full sight of at least a hundred people. No way did Hailey not figure it out.
Maybe she’s too enamored to even care.
“You know, Hailey,” I murmured in my sweetest, most innocent voice. “Maybe your issue isn’t that your movies aren’t brazen and cutting edge enough. Maybe you’re just not good enough for an Oscar.”
I was surprised her jaw didn’t hit the table. She certainly seemed to have the experience running her mouth and doing unholy things with it.
“What did you just say to me?”
I ran my tight fist up, thumbing a pearl of precum on Oliver’s crown and using it to moisten the rest of him. He quivered next to me, his shoulder vibrating against mine. I was drunk on the power of knowing I could do this to him. Render this man every man and woman clamored for speechless with just my hand.
“I said you simply might not be talented enough.”
“You’re a terrible intimacy coordinator.”
“Well, you seem to be a terrible human. So, I guess we’re kind of even.”
She shot up, yanked her pink Lady Dior bag off the back of her chair, and hiked it up her shoulder. “You’re not hired, in case you’re wondering.”
“That’s fine.” I smiled, milking Oliver’s cock with my fist, enjoying the way he shuddered, nearly reaching his peak right next to me, completely checked out of the conversation. “I only work with kind people, and you’re not it.”
She made a show of stomping her way out of the room in a blizzard of uncharitable curses. As soon as she left, I pulled my fist from Oliver’s cock. It swung toward his stomach, thumping it comically.
Ollie grunted. “Ow.”
“Tuck yourself back in,” I ordered, trying to appear unfazed as I rose, collecting my sunglasses and phone.
Oliver stared at me, first in a daze, then with unabashed frustration. “You’re not finishing what you started?”
“Please, Oliver.” I rolled my eyes, gathering my laptop into my bag. “You can’t even finish an email. I’m not going to be lectured about finishing anything from you.”
“Well, if I don’t finish, my bones will fall off.”
He shoved himself back in his pants, chasing after me as I strolled out of the Magnolia Room and toward the reception area. We’d drawn an audience. I wondered if people around us knew what we’d just done.
Somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d spent my entire life trying to be lovable to the people around me. I’d only begun to feel worthy in the last few weeks, when I showed Oliver, Sebastian, and his friends my true, imperfect self.
I poured myself out of the revolving doors. “Sounds like a you problem.”
The young valet returned my smile. A cab slid onto the curb in front of me, the driver signaling for me to get in. Obviously, I couldn’t afford a night at the Grand Regent, so I’d booked a nearby hotel.
Oliver slammed the backseat door before I could slide in. He bracketed me it, a hand on either side of my waist, breathing fire down my face and neck.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He looked feral, baring his teeth at me.
“To my hotel room, to rest. I’m tired after a long day of work. You’d know that if you held a jo—”
“I do hold a job, and we both know that. Now cut the bullshit. Why would my fiancée stay anywhere that’s not my hotel?”
I snorted out a laugh. “Please stop pretending this engagement is real.”
Turned out, I might be the first to blink.