Damien is balls deep into Elizabeth when the phone rings.He's been expecting this phone call all day. He feels it in his gut that it's Oliveira confirming the meeting. He grabs her by the hips and thrusts harder and faster, just the way she likes it. Her moans are saturated with the kind of pleasure only he can give her, and he knows it.She wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer. Her long nails dig into the soft flesh of his tattooed back. She throws her head back in pure ecstasy, and all the while the phone keeps ringing. And ringing.He fists her soft, velvety hair. He buries his face in her fragrant neck. She groans, but doesn't complain. Her walls clench around his hard cock and she shudders. He spills inside of her with a guttural sound. She sucks his bottom lip and he shoves his tongue in her warm mouth. His grip on her thighs will definitely leave a bruise. The phone never stops fucking ringing."I've got to take this," he says to her. He picks up the phone just as she
I scrutinize my reflection in the mirror. I no longer recognize the person staring back at me. This can't be Amelia George. Amelia's wandering around somewhere, she left a while ago. Or rather, she stayed in that room with Mr. Pascual's hands on her tits. This is Yara Huxley, the girl that would do anything to please. The girl that doesn't exist.I've never felt this unclean before. I could roll around in mud and eat dog shit and I still wouldn't feel this way. It's the kind of dirt that soaks into the skin and embeds itself right beneath the surface. No amount of scrubbing will get it out. It's there for life, as a reminder of what I've done. What I let that man do to me.I'm in the lounge's bathroom. The job is done, the deal sealed. Or maybe it isn't, I wasn't paying enough attention. All I could do was stare as his hands rubbed circles on my skin. Every time he'd move his hand closer to my breasts or under my dress, I'd hold my breath. He went as far as touching my clit. And all
"Devon!" I say breathlessly with my hand over my erratic heart. "You scared the shit out of me!""Close the door," he commands.I do as he says. "What are you doing here in the dark? You're trying to give me a heart attack, aren't you?" I set my bag down on the couch. "How'd you even get in here?" I glance back at the door. "Did you pick the lock?"He gives me a once-over. I can guess how I must look in this satin red gown. "Where were you tonight?"My face grows bright red. I don't know if I'm embarrassed, ashamed or angry. A bit of all three, I think. "With Ethan Keller at a strip club. And before you ask, yes, this old man groped my breasts and caressed my thighs. And put his hand over my crotch. I did everything I had to do. I followed your orders."This appears to make him mad. "My orders? I never told you to do anything like that.""No, you just told me to do everything they wanted me to do and that's what I did, Devon." My voice cracks towards the end. I want to cry, but I hold
"Amelia," Devon says when he answers the phone. "You know you're not supposed to call unless there's an emergency. Someone could be listening.""This is an emergency," I stop in front of a boutique. "Damien Keller invited me to his party. Personally."Devon's quiet for a good long while. "Fucking hell. I knew I could count on you. Where are you now?""At the mall. He gave me the day off so I could get ready." He also told me to ask Nora for the details. She hands me an invitation and the theme is gold. That's all it says. I guess that gives me an indication of what I'm supposed to wear. This is a formal event, and I need to dress accordingly."What do you need from me?""A dress. Accessories. I need to look presentable," I sigh. Then, I add, "He might not let me go if I'm dressed in rags."He lets out a frustrated sigh. "Fine. I'll organize some things and I'll call you back in exactly twenty minutes."I'm halfway done with my hot dog when he calls. It's been twenty-five minutes, actu
I incline my head in greeting.I can't imagine what the fuck it is this man wants from me. He's smiling at me like a fox and I can feel every hair on my body stand on end. Elizabeth has turned away from me and is now deep in conversation with the woman sitting beside her. I don't know why she detests me so; I'm just an employee. I'm sent on errands and I serve only as entertainment to their clients. I'm not a threat to anyone in this room.Or depending on how you look at it, I'm a threat to everyone."Huxley, sit with us." The only empty seat is beside Mr. Pascual. I should've recognized the dark, bushy hair. I would never have tried to get a better look at the man. I sit stiffly in the chair. He glances at me as I sit, but I don't meet his eyes.Damien says to Mr. Pascual, "How long will you be staying?""Oh," I feel him look at me. "With good company, I could stay much longer. Is that not so?"Damien raises his glass in acknowledgement.Meanwhile, I'm practically trembling. Having t
When the Huxley girl leaves with Eduardo, Damien feels something deep inside him that he hasn't felt it a long time.Remorse.He invited her for a purpose, and that was to entertain Eduardo. He was well aware that she was not fond of the job, Ethan told him, but he couldn't afford to relieve her of these duties. Now with Theo determined to never entertain again, he has to find a permanent replacement. And Huxley is a perfect candidate. Well, not perfect, but suitable. So, he invited her to his party so she could keep Eduardo happy and out of his hair.But after seeing the pleading look in her eyes when he said Eduardo could accompany her to the bathroom, which was just an excuse to get away, he knew, something inside of him twisted around uncomfortably. She was both pleading and accusing him simultaneously, all with her eyes.Elizabeth touches his shoulder. "What's the matter with you? It's like you're not even enjoying yourself." He wasn't. He only threw these parties because Elizabe
I'm packing my bags.Well, I'm stuck between packing them, then unpacking everything I've folded neatly inside my duffel bag. I haven't informed Devon of my decision yet, mostly because I haven't quite decided what to do yet, but if I do decide to quit, he'll understand. He'll have to. This task is impossible, or maybe I'm just not qualified for the job. I'm no spy. I'm just an idiot who thought she'd be a hero, but I was wrong. I'm no match for the underworld.But then, everything switches and I'm unpacking again. Aaron. He can't rot in that cell. I know he isn't innocent, I know he's confessed to killing that man, but it was self-defense, even though no jury believed him. I did, though, I believe he's innocent. Everyone deserves a second chance and my brother is no exception.It's twenty-three minutes past twelve. I should've been at the lounge four hours ago. I'm not sure if that means I've lost my job, but there's a pretty good chance that I have. The Kellers hate tardiness. Also,
Devon slams his phone on the coffee table. He hears a crack, but it's satisfying. It's five in the morning and Amelia hasn't given him any news. It's either she hasn't found anything and is determined to leave the city, or she's dead.She can't be fucking dead.He starts pacing around his living room, staring at the cracked screen and hoping it will light up with a notification. A text, a missed call, anything. His glass is empty, and he moves to the cabinet in the corner of his living room to refill it with whiskey. He then decides to ditch the glass. He'll drink straight from the bottle instead.He was counting on her to get the job done, he still is. She's his best chance at getting the information he needs. The employer's paying a lot of money for that name. They'll get even more money once they do get the name, and Devon will get the promotion he's had his eye on for three years. There's a lot at stake and she can't fuck it up.It's not just the name, though. He is worried about