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2022-02-23 00:44:39Diana took my feet, and after a cleanse, she begun the usual pedicure procedure but with more precision and care than I’ve ever experienced before. I felt relaxed and spoiled within an inch of my life, and when Diana applied the bright polish, I saw that the color matches my dress perfectly.
My cell vibrated in my pocket, interrupting our conversation about the differences in Australia and America, and I pulled it out to see George’s name on screen. Diana looked up.
“Please do answer.” She smiled.
I returned her gesture and held it to my ear. “Hi, baby!”
“He? What the fuck do you mean he?”
Oh, he was mad. Really mad.
“He, as in James. I thought you’d like to know he did an amazing job.”
“I requested you only had females tend to you.” His voice was strained and tig
George laughed. “Don’t play that card, woman. You know I was the one who tried it on.”I glanced at him and pretended to fake a sigh. “Fine.”Mrs. Modeling Director’s Wife’s eyes twinkled.“It was the summer before my senior year of high school and my parents had taken me to Paris for two months. My father had business to do with an old friend, so they decided to turn it into a vacation. The last time I was there, I was just a child, so it was if I were seeing the city through fresh eyes.“We’d been there for around ten days when I finally made it to the Eiffel Tower alone. I’d been there with my mom several times, but she was always in a rush to go somewhere else. It was my chance to really enjoy it.” My lips quirked, and George slid his hand into mine. “I was standing in front of th
Last Updated : 2022-02-26“Just one. Just me.”“Then why are we having this conversation?”“Because above anything, call girls are masters at the art of pretending. We pretend every day, to other people, and occasionally to ourselves. And you, my darling, are pretending so hard you almost believe yourself.”“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”Ella took my hand and led me to the door. “Just because you’re not falling doesn’t mean you’re not in love.”She pushed the glass door open and we sat back at the table without a word.Every time I was at an event like this, I looked around the room and wondered how many of the guests were call girls. How many of them have been hired for the same reason as me. How many are smiling and pretending to know everything about their handsome, rich date.Usually,
Last Updated : 2022-02-26“Want me or need me?” he breathed against my mouth.“Shut up and take it off before I rip it off.”“You forgot something.” He unzipped my dress.“What’s that?”“My name.”I pulled back slightly. “I’m about to rip your shirt off, Mr. Stone. Are you okay with that?”“Not really.”I tore it apart, buttons popping. “Tough shit.”He laughed, his bare hands spreading across my back, and plunged his tongue into my mouth. My back hit the wall with the force of him against mine, and I swore to god I’d climb on him if I could.His lips caressed mine and his tongue explored my mouth like I was an undiscovered cave ready to be exposed of my secrets. My dress slipped over my shoulders and he helped it along the way, kissing my neck and easing the
Last Updated : 2022-02-26Like he knew, he kissed me and pulled me from the wall. I hugged him to me as he walked, each step another jolting thrust inside me. He laid me back on the bed.I refused to let go. He didn’t say a word.He lowered himself on top of me and spinned us to the side. His arms went around me and he pulled me into his body.I snuggled in, still riding a high from the intense orgasm that just racked my body, and fell asleep with him still inside me.***A murmur of “Good morning” and a thumb brushing across my cheek stirred me. I stretched out and let my eyes flutter open. George stared back at me with curved lips.“Good morning,” he repeated.“Mmm.” I rolled onto my side. “No it isn’t.”“Any morning after a night like last night can’t be bad.” He ra
Last Updated : 2022-02-26“I’ve never been reasonable where you’re concerned, Gina, and I’m not about to start now. Understand that. And the next time you say ‘fuck you’ to me, that’s exactly what you’ll be doing.”He stepped into the elevator and the doors closed with a swish. I grabbed a clean mug from the side and threw it across the room. It collided with the door and smashed, white china falling over the carpet."Fucking self-entitled, controlling, demanding fucking bastard."****** ************I think I might move.My love of water had always kept me in Seattle. The Bay has kept me grounded close to a place full of happy memories from years gone by, but I had never really loved the weather.I was thinking Sydney had everything. It had water, a harbor, hot weather, and beaches. It was like California and Seattle all ro
Last Updated : 2022-02-26I laughed as he patted his thin arm. “Then I’ll have the mussels.”“Yes!” He fist pumped the air and turned, pointing a finger at the other staff. “I told you!”I raised my eyebrows, his infectious happiness making me smile.“I’m sorry. We had a bet over who could sell the mussels first.”“You set me up!” I gasped.“I’m sorry!” He took my hand. “Gosh. Have whatever you want. Here. You can even have me. My bum is peachy.” He wiggled his hips.I think I found my new favorite place.“I want the mussels,” I replied, patting his arm. “Really.”“Done. Nancy, tell Barry we need a mussel dish. And not his muscles—he can keep those.” He slid in opposite me and leaned in. “Believe me, there’s nothing nice abo
Last Updated : 2022-02-26And not in a good way.Tension bounced between us on the drive back to the hotel, and when we arrived, he all but carried me into the elevator that would take us up to our suite. Still, he didn’t say a word, but the ticking in his jaw told me just how pissed off he was.I kicked off my shoes inside the suite and chucked my purse onto one of the sofas. No words left him as I walked into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes.Who the fuck does he think he is? Coming in there and dragging me away like that? What gives him the right to do that?Oh, that’s right. He owns me because he spends his endless amounts of cash on my time. I forgot about the part where I’m supposed to appreciate that gesture.I scrubbed my hair and body under the hot spray of the shower, and once I was clean, I got out, still angry. I was so angry I could barely f
Last Updated : 2022-02-27“Why not? Do my feelings mean that little that it doesn’t matter to you?”“Don’t you ever fucking say that!” He stormed to me and cupped my face. “Don’t ever say that.”“Then listen to me when I say I can’t!” I pushed his hands from my cheeks. “I can’t. Okay? Do you hear that? It’s not that I won’t. I can’t. Physically, mentally, emotionally, I can’t do that.”“Why?”His blue eyes were full of anger and pain and heat and what once was.“I can’t fall in love with you,” I whispered. “Not again. If I have to pretend all the time, I might just do that.”“Is that such a bad thing?”“Yes!” I found his eyes and hugged myself. My voice increased in volume until I was shouting so hard my thr
Last Updated : 2022-02-28EpilogueFour Months Later“No, no, no!” I dropped my forehead to the table. “Why is this so hard for them to get right? Champagne and ivory are not the same color. The seat sashes are supposed to be champagne, not fucking ivory!”Brenda patted my shoulder. “There, there, Bridezilla. You have three months still to chew their asses out until they get it right.”“Brenda, with the amount George is paying them to get it right, I shouldn’t have to be chewing asses.” I sighed and straightened again. “This is crazy. Why can’t we just elope in some tropical country and get married without all this fancy crap?”My best friend laughed and shut the laptop down. “Okay, babe. Let’s get you a drink. You and I both know you wouldn’t want to have this any other way.”“I know. I just… I
I was not getting it out of him no matter how hard I tried. I knew he wouldn’t give anything away until he was good and ready, so I was stuck sitting here in my awkward limbo until he did. Stuck here, wondering, waiting, what-iffing.Our plates were cleared away and replaced with our main course. Again, it was eaten in silence, our eyes flitting from our plates to each other’s. The only difference was that there was a zinging of tension, one tight enough to cut, and I swallowed hard. My fork clattered as I placed it against my plate and looked at him firmly.“Do you want dessert?” he asked innocently, his steady voice betraying the tightness between us.“No. I want to know what this is.”“This? It’s dinner in the Eiffel Tower, sweetheart.”“No. What is it? Why are you doing it?”Geo
He prodded me in the side. “I think I found desires you weren’t aware of over the last few days.”Ah, this much wass true. Who knew having sex in front of a large bay window in the middle of the day was so fun?“I was very much aware of them. They’d just never been satisfied before now.”“They’ll continue to be satisfied, too.”“I should hope so.”He laughed quietly, burying his face into my neck. “Sit up. Let me wash your hair.”I did as he said, and he grabbed the showerhead from the little holder I placed it in for easy reach. When the water was the right temperature, I leaned my head back and let him wet my hair.“Ivan’s coming back to Seattle in a few weeks.”“He is?”“Hmm. He said he’ll call you to arra
“Again?”“Mhmm.”“Oh no.” I wrestled myself from him. “No, no, no!”I laughed, running through the apartment. And as I slammed the office door shut behind me, I realized my mistake.You never run from someone willing to stalk you until he can catch you.“Gina.” He hummed my name through the door. “Do I need to break the door down?”“That’s a habit for you.”“Open the fucking door. The longer you keep me waiting out here, the harder I’ll have to fuck you.”Oh, silly, silly man. When will he realized that, that was not a bad thing at all?I giggled and tapped out a random beat on the door. Truth was, I had no intention of letting George Stone fuck me right now.I planned to sit him on that fancy-ass leather chair an
“We are?” “Yes. You’re wearing my shirt again, and I believe it was some six hours ago I was promising to fuck you on my desk, so I suggest you get your ass into my office and hop up onto that desk pronto.” “You’re getting more demanding by the day, Mr. Stone.” I added some extra wiggle to my hips as I walked, and I was rewarded by a low growl of pleasure behind me. And punished with a sharp smack on my ass. “I never said anything about a demand. I’m requiring you get on my damn desk. Now move.” *** “Thank you.” George took a large envelope from someone and closed the door behind him. I watched from my slouched position on the sofa as he pulled a letter opener from the kitchen drawer and sliced the letter open. Because who doesn’t keep one of those in their kitchen?
It was ten in the morning and George still wasn’t up.That alone told me how much yesterday tired him. He was incapable of sleeping past six. Crazy man.I rocked my head from side to side. If I had any idea exactly what he was doing last night, I’d go into his office and finish it. As it was, I had no idea, so all I can was sit there like a freaking orange waiting to be juiced.I couldn’t read because my concentration wouldn’t last beyond a page. I had done my Candy Crush and Coin Dozer thing, and if I saw one more whining status post on Facebook, I’ll do one of my own.The sound of a phone ringing in his office cut through the silence, and I paused. Oh hell.I jumped down and ran into the room, barely blinking at the name on screen before answering. “Hello?”“Hello? Gi
I sat up, brushing hair from my face, and listened for any indication of him being around. There wasn’t any, so I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and made my way out of the room. The city lights flooded the front room, and I glanced at the clock. Three a.m. Where could he possibly be at this time? Something creaked in the direction of his office, and I walked down the hall to it. His door was cracked open slightly, and a gentle light from the television was flickering through the tiny gap. I wrapped my fingers around the edge of the door and eased it open, my eyes landing on his exhausted, shirtless figure. He was slumping over his desk, his fingers buried in his hair. His laptop was open in front of him, papers were scattered everywhere, some lying idly on the floor, and a desk light was illuminating the mess. “You should be in bed, asleep,” he mutte
“George!”“What does it say?” I looked at her. She bit her lip. “Rachel. Tell me now!”“She said that if you don’t pay within the hour, she’ll have it distributed to a large number of websites and presses ready to run a breaking news story first thing tomorrow. They’re waiting for her story.”“Will she fuck.” There was no wavering in his voice. Despite his lack of jacket and tie, George looked as serious as ever. “Rachel, get me her on the phone ten minutes ago.” He turned. “Alexander, get something drawn up that prevents her from contacting either Gina or me for the next fucking lifetime. This ends right now.”“George, you can’t pay her!” I wrenched myself from his mom’s grip. “Don’t be so fucking stupid!”He br
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking at my feet. Guilt and remorse—they flooded me. Consumed me.George pulled me into him and tilted my face back. “Look at me, Gina.”I shook my head. I couldn’t. Not this time. I couldn’t look in his eyes and know that everything we have was on the line. Everything he and his father have worked for was now hanging in limbo because of me.How many reporters have picked that up? How many stories will I see tomorrow? How many news alerts will pop up on my cell?“Gina.” His voice was hard. No-nonsense. “Look at me. Now.”My eyes disobeyed me. They raked up his body until they found a sea of bright blue.“We will figure this out. Do you understand me? It’s unexpected and sudden, but we will fix this.”Tears born of a real fea
