Chapter 2

3 years later…

“It’s your last night here, Amanda! We have to go out to the night clubs on this island, and you really need to get laid girl.” Sharon slapped my ass as she walked behind me, and the other models laughed.

Jay chuckled as he touched my shoulder, and I adjusted the writing pad in my hand.

“Don’t mind Mandy, girls. I’ve been trying to get her into a club since she started working for me. It’s almost like she’s allergic to fun.” He ruffled my hair and I snorted.

“If I always went to clubs and got shit faced, who would drag your ass out of the gutter and beg the cops not to arrest you for being naked in public?” I retorted.

Jay smirked and laughed, showing his lipstick stained teeth. “There’s nothing wrong in giving the popo a show! Besides, you haven’t had fun since I’ve known you, and this is our last trip together. Can’t you just get shit faced tonight?”

I glared at Jay who gave me the puppy eyes, pretending he didn’t know what he just did. The models had no idea this was my last trip working for Jay, their manager and my boss and with them. I wanted to leave quietly, avoid the fuss but he just ruined it.

The models attacked me with hugs, sulking in my ear. “You were just going to leave, Amanda?” Sharon asked, and then sighed. “I can’t believe you planned to sneak out on us.”

Beatrice shook her head. “Now you can’t say no tonight. We have to make this night legendary for you, as a parting gift.”

I started to protest, wanting nothing than to lay down and watch a movie after surviving the whole trip waiting on these princesses but I sighed. I haven’t had fun after the incident those years ago.

And it was my last trip before I started with my plan. For once, it would be really nice to let go of the pain and hatred. Just one night.

So I managed a small smile on my normally stony face. “Okay then.”

“Yay!” The girls screamed and Jay nudged my shoulder.

“Go get laid.” He winked and I rolled my eyes. He was the only one who knew how much pain I had endured, my true identity.

So he knew how much I needed to let go for one night.

Jay saved me from the fire three years ago. At first, from the smell of my burning flesh, I thought he was the angel of death who had come to drag me to hell, but he carried me out of the house and took care of me.

Jay, although way older than me at the age of forty-five, was the only person who knew the real me, Emma. He caught a glimpse of her before she died. He molded me into this entirely different woman, Amanda. He helped me with my plastic surgery, transforming my entire face to a different but beautiful woman, and fueled my plan to destroy the man who stole everything for me.

I had no idea why he was there that night, but he has been with me every night, and after a week from now, I would start our plan to ruin Ryan.

For the last three years, I’ve been working closely with Jay, as his personal assistant. He was a CEO of a modeling company, and we flew to many countries for work. I was going to miss him after this.

His gay, alcohol-loving attitude was an icon, and I hated to admit, but I loved him.

Amanda Wyatt wouldn’t exist without him.

“Let’s go get shit-faced, my loves!” Jay hollered and the models pushed me into the dressing room, ignoring my protests as they peeled me out of my corporate clothes.

We stepped into Magic, the most exclusive and hidden club in the city, reserved for the men who pay not to be seen, and the eyes of many men, expensive, landed on us as we walked in. Sharon immediately led us to the bar, and I kept to her as I ignored Jay and some models leaving as they go look for ways to get laid. I wasn’t interested in that. Someone touching me got me on edge. No one had had sex with me since Ryan.

The club was dark, and I avoided making eye contact with anyone as almost naked women danced on powerful men, doing more things than should be done in public.

My eyes stopped on a woman who knelt down on the floor, giving a man a blowjob. Her movements were slow as she had all of his dick in her throat, and she gagged, making me wonder how big he was.

Then his eyes met mine, piercing into my soul.

I quickly looked away, hating how that made me feel as my face turned red.

What was that? I knew this sort of clubs, but I have never set foot in one. This was wrong. I stopped myself from turning as I felt the man’s gaze on me.

Sharon smirked at me, and handed me a shot. “I’m going to get you drunk.”

I sighed, looking at the shot glass. Alcohol was one of the things I hated, but tonight I said fuck it.

Praying I don’t end up in the gutter like Jay, I drowned the contents of the glass.

My eyes strayed back to the man and his eyes were still pinned on me, and I swallowed at the intensity I felt under his spell. He looked about the same age as Jay, old enough to be my father, but I couldn’t imagine him being that. Why the fuck was I even imagining him? I hated men. And one has not even made me consider touching them with a ten foot pole.

I peeled my eyes away from his grey ones again, and took more shots, ignoring his stare on my naked back, the design of my dress leaving a little to the imagination.

After the fourth shot, I was on my feet, dancing. I felt hot, and the musics moved my body as I let go of my inhibitions. Sharon just kept giving me shots, and now she was nowhere to be found.

But I felt good. Free. Tonight I wasn’t Amanda.

I just want to have fun. I have been too tired and sad for too long.

The music switched to one that was sensual, and I began dancing erotically as I could still feel his eyes on me as I twisted my hips. I trailed my hands sexily down my body, knowing he was watching dangerously, like a predator, watching my every move.

The girl was away from his lap now, he wasn’t watching her anyways. His dark eyes landed on my cleavage, then trailed down, igniting a fire that has died, making it come back bigger than ever. I wanted his hands on me. His eyes alone was torture. He was dangerous. I knew that, but I imagined how it would feel to let myself get burned. It’s been so long since I just let go and did something stupid.

I couldn’t control my legs as I strode towards him, and I blamed the alcohol for taking my senses away.

“Hey there.” I purred, standing in front of him. The men beside him looked away as he watched me, and I went on my knees in front of him, my hands on his pants.

“Did blonde not do a good enough job?” I whispered as my fingertips trailed up the massive boner straining against his pants. “ I can fix that, daddy.” I purred as my fingers lightly skimmed over his boner.

He gripped my hand, sending sparks through my body as he chuckled, and I moaned at how sexy the sound was to me.

His eyes were a stormy grey, and his lips the best shade of pink. His jaw was sharply cut, and he looked like the kind of man that had secrets that could make me cry.

The scar that tore through his brow, narrowly missing his eyelid was unforgiving, but it added more to the strikingly handsome face he had.

He was beautifully and dangerously sexy, and I wanted him.

“Are you sure you can handle it, baby girl? It’s not for good girls like you who need alcohol to be bad.” He husked and I bit my lip looking up at him.

“I can show you I’m not a good girl. I can do things to you to prove it.” My other hand trailed up and palmed his dick and I moaned at the feel of it.

It was big alright.

He smirked. “Are you going to prove that, baby girl?”

I nodded as my mouth watered. “Please daddy let me prove it to you that I’m a bad girl.”

He smirked then relaxed in the chair, giving me full access to his dick. “Show me.”

I greedily pulled down his zipper, and brought out his dick. I gasped at the massiveness and wondered how that could enter anyone. How can this get into me?

“Too much for you to handle?” He asked with a lazy smile and I shook my head.

It was, but fuck it.

I started with a little lick at the top, the saltiness exploding on my taste buds as I swirled my tongue on the cap of his dick.

He simply watched me as I took the tip in my mouth, slightly sucking. He was big, and I loved the feel of him on my tongue as I slid his length into my throat, fighting back my gag reflexes as I sucked, humming as I slid his length up and down my throat.

“Fuck.” He growled as his hand found my hair, and he mouth fucked me. “Your little mouth feels so fucking good, baby girl.”

His deep voice caused my pussy to throb and i squeled as I struggled to cause friction for myself by rubbing my legs together. It’s been so long.

He pulled my head away and my mouth sounded with a pop sound, and I stared into his eyes in confusion.

“Wasn’t I any good, Daddy?” I asked, pouting.

His eyes were dark with desire, and I stroked his dick in my palm, causing him to stiffen.

“Stand up.” He ordered, and I did as he told, Ignoring the men who were beside us. I didn’t care, I just wanted him.

He pulled me to straddle him, and my skirt rode up, revealing half of my ass to the world but I didn’t care. He was all I could see and smell, and his hands were all around me.

“Does this good girl want me to fuck her push here, not caring if anyone can see me thrusting into her little pink hole?”

I shivered as his lip teased my ear, and I all but screamed as I stroked his dick, my wetness seeping through my panties, making a mess on his expensive suit pants.

“Please fuck me daddy.” I pleaded, shifting my underwear aside, but a stinging slap landed on my ass and I moaned at the sensation it sent rushing through my pussy.

“You don’t use your hands unless I want you to, got it?” He commanded and I nodded fast wanting him to reward me.

Anyone could see us, but that didn’t bother me. I loved who I was right now and I wished it could last forever.

His hand found my clit and he stroked, causing me to whimper, rocking against his finger, hoping he could provide me with release, but he withdrew his hand.

Then he tucked a finger in my thong, and ripped it apart, leaving my pussy bare.