Her breathless pants went away to steady breathing as we all basked in the moment. The r
oom smelled of our sex and Henley looked like she did after that first night. When she shivered we both moved to help her get dressed as we found all our clothes. Once we were all decent again we ignored the tension in the room—of why our weekend plans went awry and everything else that had taken place.
I didn’t care though. I knew I wanted Henley again and so did Maverick. Our car escorted her home, and we both kissed her before departing.
“Sleep well, Henley.” I laughed. She smiled softly and disappeared inside her building.
Maverick and I shared a look as we settled into the car for the ride back home. That was unexpected.
17
Henley
I laid back on my bath towel and sunk further into the hot liquid, almost too hot. But I felt like I was burning away all the naughty things I had done. With Maverick and Jude, there was no one else to even talk about or compare it to. I was so angry, and I felt so… so—I couldn’t even find the right words.
They were supposed to make plans with me and didn’t, then they decided to show up at a night club with two hot women all over them? What the hell was I to them, a game? I was so annoyed, and on top of that they ruined my night with Denton. And now I had to find a way to explain to my best friend why I was towed away by two angry men. Maverick, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but Jude was all over the place and clearly pissed off. Taking it out on my body.
I never thought watching a guy jerk himself off to me would be so arousing. I never thought anything they did to me would be so damn hot, but it was. And even in the tub, miles away from them and hours later, my pussy was still throbbing for them. It wanted more—the traitor. Mentally, I was so tired of their games and their… whatever it was they were doing. Because after signing their stupid contract I still didn’t have a job, I was only more sexually satisfied for it.
I began to wonder if their company was even as reputable as it seemed. Maybe they were just good at pretending, at lying—it definitely worked on me.
Once I began to prune, I got out of the tab after an hour of being in it to clean up and got dressed in jeans and a sweater even though I knew I would be sitting around the apartment all day. Once I made an early lunch, trying to be healthy with a taco bowl, I just ended up making it with tortillas anyway and settled in for trash television.
I was trying to take my mind off everything with Maverick and Jude. At first glance, they were charming and sexy. Two men who run their own powerful business and have every important person in the investment market on their side and tucked into their finely tailored pockets… but there was something else about them most people don’t see and it’s what they’ve showed me. Their particular sexual tastes and prowess… I knew that was the private part of their lives, I just didn’t think I would get sucked into it. It didn’t matter how powerful or beautiful they were, they shouldn’t have told me they would make plans and then not speak to me for seven days. Only to show up when I was enjoying my own private life, and whisk me away.
Though it wasn’t like I protested, it wasn’t like I said no. And once I knew what they had in mind, there was definitely no way I was saying no. I was in a permanent weird horny limbo since the first night we were together, and I was still feeling it that night at the club. Not even dancing with my best friend helped—I wished he was here so I could tell him everything, or as much as I was allowed to. But that night at the club… God it was so intense. I had no idea two men could be so infuriating and addicting at the same time. The way they could so easily get my body thrumming, my body singing for more of their rough touches and sinful simulations.
Maverick just had a way of making me his prisoner—making me submit to anything he would want. The way he was so kind and relaxed as a person, and then kissed me like he owned every part of me and didn’t care was a mind trip. And Jude too, his crass behavior and short personality was nothing like the way he kissed me; all soft and sweet like he wanted to coax me into doing anything he wanted. Which I would.
But just as I expected, his sexual demands were just like him. The way he would throw me down, and did throw me down; then get me to say the naughty things I was thinking that I never thought I would ever say out loud. And his words too, so dirty and unbecoming but it suited him. I could still feel the way he would whisper in my arm, and bark his dirty commands to me and I would follow willingly. I was barely versed in having sex with one man, let alone two. But they didn’t care, they knew how to train me in the moment and get me where they needed me to be.
My body was still sore from it. That chair wasn’t the biggest thing in the world and I was on it for quite some time, hence the long soak I had to take. And after our little escapade was over, when I was just sitting between them I felt something. Jude was coming down from his alcohol and anger, while Maverick was just enjoying my presence. Why would they enjoy me when they ignored me for an entire week? Getting mad about me being out with a friend whilst they were entertaining two other women didn’t make any sense at all. Men didn’t make any sense at all to me and they weren’t normal men, so it was even worse.
It didn’t change the fact that at this point, I didn’t trust them. I didn’t trust their methods or their reasons for having me to agree to this weird relationship. Because even after another three days, they hadn’t spoken to me at all. I was nothing to them, and it sucked, but I expected it. Men like them don’t settle for women, don’t feel the need to keep women happy because they knew there was another at their disposal.
I didn’t realize I had navigated away from Facebook on my laptop to my google search, and was typing in the name of their company. Maybe I would see it in a different light then from when I was in law school and just admired the company so much and wanted to work for them so badly, that they could do nothing wrong. But I knew the people behind the company, and could see things differently. Maybe the two of them just weren’t as honest as they seemed. I didn’t want to believe it, but no one was perfect.
I read through so many articles about their early days and how they started and I had seen it before. They were roommates in college, how original. And had been in different majors at the time but once they had the idea for the company, they submitted it to numerous contests and grant submissions, when their university itself finally accepted their proposal. They took the money and started their first business model, a simple investment holding company that specialized in personal assets. Their first few clients lasted them up until graduation and they branched out to bigger accounts, something more serious. I was impressed with how ambitious they really were at the time, and now too. They got small office space to operate and this was only a few years ago, before they branched out into company holdings. These larger accounts netted them more capital and they used those few investments to grow. Then they started to tap into the bigger markets, and bigger companies. Everyone described them as cutthroat and ambitious, smart, and cunning. They weren’t lying.
For the past few years they had pretty much risen from the dust to become what they were today. They invested in nothing less than ten million dollars, with nothing less than that same amount and they always profited more than double, sometimes triple. Their own worth of the company was large on its own, they could invest it ten times over and still break even. I thought that was insane. And so when I looked at their stock, I was shocked to find it so low. The lowest it had been. There was a recent article on it even. So I wasn’t the only one noticing.
I was surprised to find it highlighting their only rival company of the same size, some Hatchett something. I personally had never even heard of them, but apparently they were important. They never invested together, but their stock went down as soon as they did a joint investment in some tech company. But I thought the problem wasn’t coming from Jude and Maverick at all, as much as I wanted to hate them.
I did more digging on this Hatchett company, run by an old man way over his time limit. I wondered what he was even doing still working, he was beyond retirement years. Once I checked his credentials in a different tab, I found out he didn’t have much experience either, the company seemed to come up out of nowhere. I realized this was all a little obsessive, but I had no job, and this was something to do.
So I found out this guy wasn’t on the up and up and another article, more speculation, led me to believe he was in fact, unqualified. Not only that, but a lying schemer. I couldn’t believe Maverick and Jude were in business with him. Did this firm up my belief they weren’t good guys? Or had they been duped? Is this why they hadn’t called?
So I called Maverick first, because Jude honestly wasn’t that approachable. I realized I could have called them before when they were ignoring me, but how would I ask when our next sexual appointment would be? Right, that sounded super low key and sexy.
He took three rings before he answered, “Hello Henley, I’m surprised to see you calling. How are you?”
God his voice was distracting. “Right, I’m fine. Look, I have a question for you.”
“Yes?” I could hear the smile in his voice and I ignored it as I went on.
“What do you know about Hatchett Enterprises? I know you’re in business with them on this latest investment.” I cut right to the chase.
“Um. Okay. I don’t know, we’ve had some smaller deals with the owner before. Why?” I could hear the question in his voice and I was sure he was wondering why the hell I knew about it, but I didn’t care. I was going to figure this shit out.