Chapter Six

Oh my God. This can't be happening." Anne muttered, trembling.

"Calm down, girl. It's not the end of the world." Lola said, holding her shoulders. "Although the rest of the article says you're either a crazy fan obsessed with him or just some prostitute he's paying. I didn't know they were allowed to use such words."

"Yeah." Jake said, finishing up the cake and giving Lola a look.

"Look at it this way. If this blows up and people recognize you, then it will be good for business."

"That's not the kind of reputation I want to have. Anyone who sees that would assume I'm one of those cheap girls who sleep with millionaires."

"Billionaire actually." Lola said and got a sour look from Gabby. "What? If you're going to say it then say it right. The man has a whole empire, several mansions, the most successful company in this state. I wouldn't mind if someone took a photo of me sneaking out. Like hell, I'd even do it myself. "

"Don't pay her much mind. We all know Lola's a whore." Gabby said, coming to the chair closer to them. Lola mouthed 'guilty'.

"Let's ask the important questions. Anne, what were you doing there?"

"I went there to make a delivery but he didn't have cash, so I had to wait and I was really tired and…"

"If he didn't have cash why didn't you just ask him to make a transfer?"

Anne's head came up slowly. "I swear, that never came to my mind."

"So he was the one who picked your grandma's call? The one she believes you're dating?" Lola said, piecing everything together. "Like you have a shot with him. Don't give your grandma so much hope."

Anne was tempted to scream, "I had a shot with him. I have two babies with him!" But she couldn't. None of her friends knew who the father of her kids was and they'd never kept asking.

"It's getting late. We have to deal with this some other way." Gabby said, checking the time. "Jake is done icing the cake. Let's go celebrate those Rugrats."

***

Anne looked in awe of her creation, her sons as they fought to blow off more candles than the other. They were five years old now but it seemed like they'd only been born yesterday.

She watched them tear their gifts apart, thankful she had warned everyone to give them separate but identical gifts.

Her phone beeped in her pocket.

It was an order for blueberry cupcakes to be delivered early the next morning. It was obviously Asher, although there was no name attached to the request. Anne felt herself getting hot. A smile crossed her lips and she admonished herself. She shouldn't be smiling, this man was the reason her face was on the internet for bad.

But she couldn't help it. Even as she bade her friends goodbye and tucked her children into bed, there was a blush on her face. As she slept that night, her dreams were filled with him.

First thing in the morning, she was at the bakery. She planned to tell him to order the article about her to be taken down. That had to be why she was excited, wasn't it?

She held the box in her hand as she came down from the cab and walked to the address, marveling at yet another mansion which looked even more spectacular than the last. She was led into the building by a man in uniform, and she wondered if Asher had workers even in houses he rarely visited.

Her reflection in the mirror on the side of the wall haunted her. The extra thing she'd done to her hair, the mini skirt she was wearing and the eye shadow she never wore. She shut her eyes and tried to focus on delivering the cake, then asking him to take down the article.

Her heart went to her stomach when she saw the 'master' of the house, a young but unfamiliar man. She felt stupid for thinking it had been Asher again. Surely, a man could only own so many mansions.

"Hello." The man said to her, pointing her to a seat. "I heard you only serve the best. Your reviews have to change."

Anne tried to hide her disappointment. However, she felt herself warming up to the young man. "Thanks." She said, dropping the box on the table.

"I'll be leaving now." The man said, getting up and Anne got up with him. "Where are you going?"

"Well you said you're leaving…"

"I didn't make the order." The man said laughing. "He'll be with you soon. I just had to wait long enough to see the baker who's getting my best friend crazy. Don't tell him I said that. Bye."

Anne watched him leave and began to wonder what was really going on. She sat still, not letting her skepticism get the better of her.

"You're here." She looked up to see Asher and her lips fell open.

He had just come out of the shower and had nothing else but a white towel around his waist. His hair and chest still had beads of water on them.

He looked like an absolute supermodel with his perfectly sculpted chest and defined abs which showed he spent some time at the gym, and not a CEO with so much responsibility.

"Um. Yeah. Your order is here." Anne said, coughing and looking everywhere but at him. Luckily, she didn't see him smirk.

He walked briskly to where she was sitting, opened the box and ate a cupcake while she watched him with her lips parted. The buttercream left a white patch on his upper lip. He moaned.

"It's like you get better and better everyday. " She blushed.

He took another cupcake and sat down to eat it. She was lost in him, watching him eat like it was art. She realized she could watch him eat all day.

"You're getting me addicted to this. I find it hard to give up addictions, you know." He said, watching her and she caught the innuendo in his words. "Come, join me."

He patted the chair beside him and she swallowed, the action warming up her insides. She got up against her better judgment to sit beside him, very aware of how close he was, how close his towel was to slipping off.

"You're awfully quiet today." He said, facing her. Even though she knew he was taunting her, she smiled.

"That's because I'm still trying to wrap my head around how petty you are to move to a new house, just to make the same order and have me think it wasn't you."

He chuckled lightly and she found herself laughing with him.

"What makes you think I did this all for you? Maybe I have a company meeting that's closer to this place."

"Really. I find that very hard to believe."

He brought out two cupcakes and fed her one of them. She ate it dutifully, almost moaning when the taste hit her. Damn, it was so good.

He smirked at her expression. "Told you you were good."

His hand reached out to wipe a smudge from her lip and she stayed put, gratefully welcoming the impact. When he wiped it off, he brought the same long finger to his mouth and licked it clean, making her eyes widen.

"Why do you look so surprised?" He asked. "What if I'd done this instead?"

He ran a hand through her thigh, his fingers warm as he rubbed. Her body reacted to his touch immediately, every inch of her begging him to go higher. He did.

His hand moved slowly, torturously and she widened her legs in response, waiting with excitement and nervousness. His breath fanned her neck and she felt hot all over, the feeling centering on her sex.

She let out a sound without knowing as his hand moved upward. One more movement and he would be touching her most intimate area and feel how wet they already were in her underwear.

The movement came and she moaned, making him smile against her neck. She grabbed his leg, hoping to find some release and the towel slipped slightly, exposing more of his leg, making her doubt he was wearing anything underneath. His palm lightly brushed her underwear before moving it expertly aside, sticking a finger within.

"You feel so good." He muttered breathlessly against her neck. "So wet for me."

She felt so proud at his compliment. He added a second finger,catching her by surprise and she let out a squeal, unable to hold it in. His fingers moved in circles inside her, making her squirm uncontrollably under his touch. She was getting there. She hadn't been this turned on in such a long time. Even with Trevor.

He sat her on his lap in one swift movement. She was sitting directly on his groin; his very big hard groin which she could feel rubbing against her butt.

His fingers were thrusting in faster now, the sound driving them both crazy. They moved together to the rhythm of his fingers, taking her over the edge. She felt it coming, that release she hadn't felt in years.

"Oh god, yes." She moaned almost inaudibly. If he stopped what he was doing with his fingers, she was going to kill him.

"Come for me." He muttered in her ear and her body obeyed him, her body quaking as each spasm overtook her, sending her over the edge, muttering unintelligible words.

When she was relaxed, he grinned.

"If that's how you are when you're fingered, I wonder how hot you'll be when I fuck you."

She froze. How had she ended up here.

She felt so stupid. How could have been so reckless. Taking his order and letting him finger fuck her. She'd been accused of being an escort sneaking out of his house and that was what she'd officially become. She couldn't make the same mistake again, she was older and wiser now, a mom. She hurriedly came down from his lap, smoothened her skirt and stood as upright as her shaking legs would let her.

"Give me my money." She spat.

He looked at her like she'd grown a horn.

"What's this about? I thought you liked it."

"Just give me my damn money. I'm not one of those whores you sleep with! Just pay what you owe and stop looking for a reason to keep me around. " She tried to avert her eyes from the still very obvious bulge under his towel which had almost slipped off, without success.

He looked pissed but he didn't say anything. He moved into the house and stayed for a long time, she wondered whether he would ever come out.

He came out with a few hundred dollar bills which he rough handedly gave to her.

"If you're not a whore, then don't act like one. Get the fuck out of my house."