Bending toward Jory’s ear, I whisper that I get turned on by moans and when he starts moaning like he’s slowly having his organs removed, I grin inwardly. Soon my parents are going to walk right through that door and then all hell will break loose.
When he moves down to kiss my neck, I push my hands against his shoulders. “Do you have your camera ready? Aren’t you going to document this event?”
“You bet, I’ll document,” he says, lifting his phone and I pout with my mouth, trying to look sultry and like I want this. “But your boobs looked bigger on social media. Can I put my hand on your titty, real quick, just to check the size?”
“How about youdon’tdo that?” I suggest. “And won’t you snap the damn photo?”
He laughs, “Shit, you’re bossy lil momma.”
I wish he’d stop calling me that, but at least he grabs his phone putting his face closer to mine. He does the peace sign and sticks his tongue out while I try to smile sultrily like a strumpet. When he snaps the pic, I burst out into a delightful laughter because soon that photo will be all over the internet.
Everyone, even my sponsors will see it and it wouldn’t surprise me if I get offered new deals that have something to do with lingerie or maybe even birth control and my body fills with mirth. I can only imagine what my father will do, when he finds out about his daughter being associated with something that doesn’t suit his conservatism.
Stabbing my fingers in my hair to ruffle it up some more, I encourage Jory to moan even louder as I do the same. He looks confused but he plays along and excitement drums in me when the door finally flares open...
My head turns, my eyes shiny with glee since I’m expecting to see Mr. Evil Politician but it’s not him.
It’s Dom.
A flash of what looks like a scorned lover’s wrath washes over his face before dissolving, but his eyes are still rampant and uncontrolled, protruding out of his skull and he charges at Jory who rolls off the bed in fear.
“Whoa...hold on, I thought you said you had no boyfriend,” he yells with alarmed eyes and I sit up, yapping,
“Slade, what are you doing? Get out of here at once...”
I trail off, looking on in shock as Dom grabs Jory by hisMade in Italyshirt and hauls him over to the balcony and I jump out of bed, only to witness a furious Dom, throw Jory off the railing and I let out a yelp.
“What are you doing?” I say with wide eyes. “You can’t do that!” Running over to the balustrade, I hang my head over and to my relief, Jory is slowly crawling out of the bushes. He’s groaning and he’s a little beaten up but he’s alive at least.
Turning toward Dom and shoving my palms against his chest, I fire, “Are you insane? You could have killed him!”
“Then you should have kept your balcony closed like I told you,” he snaps and I stagger, going deaf for a second, wondering if I heard that right. He doesn’t use that aggressive tone with me. Ever. He tends to talk to me the way he talks to my parents, professionally and stand offishly.
Stalking back into my bedroom, he picks up the phone that Jory dropped and crushes it with his bare hands and I stare at him. I knew he was strong, but I didn’t even know he was this strong and I swallow,
“Why are you here? Why aren’t you with my dad?”
He shoots me a stony look and it freezes my limbs, making them feel like they’re out of marble. “Your mother and father left for Iowa. I wasn’t required to go on the trip.”
“I thought they were going next week.”
“Change of plans.”
Raising a brow I ask, “Did my father leave you here with me so that I would be protected?” I know he didn’t, he’s not the caring kind but deep down I’m hoping Dom will say yes.
“No,” he replies and I crumble a little on the inside but I hide it well. Still the shame that fills me is close to unbearable and I snap,
“You shouldn’t have interrupted my business like that.” I jerk my chin, crossing my arms. “When my father comes back, I’ll have you fired!”
“Shut thefuckup,” Dom grits between his teeth, his eyes fuming and I gasp as heat climbs up my throat. I take a step back, watching him get out of my room and when the door closes, my knees go wobbly and a hot current almost splits my body in two.
I’m not used to people talking to me that way. Nobody talks to me like that. So why is there a part of me that liked his gruff, dominant tone? And I panic a little, when I realize that now...
I want more.
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