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Back in the private area, I'm led to one of the leather couches lining the wall blending in nicely with the low light in the room. I had no idea they were back here. "Wait here, Quinn will be back in a bit, need anything? More champagne? Something stronger?""Actually, I'd like some water" alcohol always made me thirsty.He nods before slipping out of the room. A moment later a waiter brings me a sealed bottle and a glass on a tray."Is it time for the live performance?" Rolling asked as he fell on the couch on the other side "Who's up tonight?""Don't know" a low voice replied, Saint, seriously how did I not see him? then it was Daimen, five tumblers clasped between his fingers, I had no idea how he held those without slipping, Saint, Rollings and Ronan take one each, he hands me one muttering something like Quinn under his breath before crossing to take a seat beside Ronan on the other side of Saint. I sniffed at the glass and wrinkled my nose at the smooth smell of hard liquor.A
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“Allen is bringing the car around, we’ll be on our way in a bit” Ian smooths a hand up my arm as we stepped out of the casino. I offered a nod and clasped his arm at the bicep.I hear a now familiar laughter and see Rollings punch Damien on the arm which makes him laugh harder. “Here” Ian directs and I see three oncoming headlights, the others fall in beside us, as we walk, a quick flash from the side draws my eyes. “Ignore it” “Hm?” I responded absentmindedly, my eyes trying to get a better look as the flash went off again. A hand moves to the base of my spine, I hadn't realized I'd stopped walking “Paparazzi, just keep walking”Oh right.I’d almost forgotten I was walking with actual celebrities like Rollings and then there’s Ian. The Cross family is also well know in the city, mainly infamous I think, I didn’t know what Ronan and Saint were into but there was a pattern here. Not to mention the scale of their attractiveness, decked out in stylish outfits perfect for men in their
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I couldn't stop laughing as I got in, Mr Allen closed the door and I buckled in, Outside, the others seemed to have gotten into their vehicles. Ian appeared beside me a moment later.“After a loss like this one would think he’d cool down on the betting” Eyes on his phone he replies “He enjoys the rush” “Still, I’d die if I lost an expensive car like this” I smooth up my hands on the cool leather of the interior. The last time we’d been out I sat at the front but tonight we were at the back and Mr. Allen drove tonight, affording me the opportunity to take it in.“He can afford it” he clicks something on his phone before putting it away. The vehicle starts and pulls out of the curb. I lean my head on the car seat. My scalp was beginning to feel tight from my high ponytail, I glanced at him from the side but I was glad I came out tonight.“You’re friends are something else”He made a disagreeable sound looking out the window “I wouldn’t go that far” I laughed. Men. “Sorry, I meant y
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I thought much about Ian’s strange departure for long before sleep claimed me. And I say strange because it just felt… wrong. He was with me, I know it. I felt it. The way he kissed me, was that of a man that wanted to see how far he could go, how far I would let him take me. And last night…I couldn’t help but feel like I’d missed something.Something…From when we left the casino and got to the house. Possibly before then?But what? I wasn’t very good at discerning the thoughts of others, I tended to mind my business growing up in a house that taking up any space made me a target for Monica wrath.The sight of me soured her mood. She was hardly ever in a good mood other then when her rich friends were around. I stayed out of her way as I became older. Most of all, I learned to not ask questions and allowed people what they wanted to share. Where are you going?Is it work? When will you be back?Questions.Oh, how I had them. It had been on the tip of my tongue last night. And
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***Hannah left some minutes ago to turn in an assignment and I return to my textbook. A pencil between my teeth as I thumb through my notes looking for a part of the lesson I could have sworn I wrote down somewhere except I couldn’t find it. Did I imagine that? There was no way I imagined it. Was I so out of it that I was not taking notes in class because that would be beyond stupid. Maybe I wrote it in the wrong book? That was also possible-I’m distracted by a ping. The screen of my phone lighting up instantly. I’m about to ignore it and continuing my search when I noticed it’s a notification from my bank. Those were important so I double tapped with one finger and dragged down the notification. I blinked in shock,snatched up my phone, then unlocked my phone immediately to get the full message. I’m tying to make sense of it when another notification comes in. A text from an unknown number this time. Unknown: Here’s what we owe you shortie. I went back to the previ
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**“How’d it go.?”“How’d what go?” I returned dropping down on the unoccupied seat beside her, placed my bag on the table and crossed my legs at the ankles. “Girl, don’t play dumb with me” “Nothing” “Nothing?” Hanna repeated“Yeah” I shrugged. She regards me a look of suspicion. “What did you do?”It was a bit late when I got home last night as it had rained most of the afternoon so Hannah and I stayed back in the library to study until the rain let up, I immediately jumped in my car and drove home before it started pouring again. Hannah impacting last minute fountain of knowledge saying, give him some ass babe, and before you know it he’s all yours. Determined to ignore her, I cleaned up, slipped into a warm sweater dress and came down for dinner. It was nice, we talked about school and how I was preparing for my upcoming exams, I asked about his day and work. Told him about my call with Damien. And he mentioned how those two tend to be attached at the hip. I tho
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**Hannah’s words won’t leave my mind a day later.If your dog isn’t eating that means someone else is feeding it.The statement rubbed me the wrong way, the comparison was so stupid. Ian wasn’t a dog, he was a man. A man who could never have a shortage of women lining up to be with him.Damn it.I tossed my pencil on my book.I should not be thinking about this right now. I still had a few more pages to go through so I should be studying or sleeping but I’ve found myself on the same page for the past thirty minutes.Dinner tonight was quiet, Ian didn’t speak much and seemed to have something on his mind. So after making small talk, I finished my meal and went to my room where I’d been held up for the past three hours. There was a strange naggingsensation at the back of my mind, a growing feeling of tightness in my chest since yesterday morning. Accompanied by an unfulfilledneed in the pit of my stomach.My brain pointed out that I hadn’t had a single orgasm in more than a week. I
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“You want my fingers or my tongue baby?” His tongue against my pussy was unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life but the ache was deep within me.Deep inside.I made a helpless sound and one hand dropped to my thigh the other remained on my boob, foundling. He pushed my dress to my hips and slipped between my thighs. What he found had him letting out a hiss.“No panties kitten? Naughty girl” he couldn’t have sounded more pleased with the development.He swiped his fingers back and forth over my clit repeatedly. “Ooh, oh!”I shook as he stroked me again, before retracting, when he brought away his fingers there were glistening with my cream. Ian held them up to me “Look how wet you are baby, taste yourself” his fingers slipped between my parted lips.I sucked as I moved on him, my tongue slithering between his index and middle finger to get every hint of my juice.His gaze glued to my lips as he pumped his fingers once twice, stroking my tongue. A dark look entered his eyes, his nost
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