It was a losing battle, and I knew it. My knees couldn’t get leverage to kick out, and my wrists were pinned as soon as I went for him. My brain unravelled, like a fine thread, and I was laughing.
“Kiss me,” I said. “Show me how much you love me before you fuck me.”
“Oh, pretty bird,” he growled. “That’s a good girl.”
My mouth went for his, and I hoped he tasted all of it, every filthy part of Andy Morgan.
***
Chapter Twenty Three
Andy
I winced as I lowered myself into my seat. Jesus Christ, she’d fucked me good. I was already thinking up all the ways I’d pay her back, all the delicious ways I’d make her body worship mine. Submitting to Faye Devere wasn’t all that bad.
This arrangement might just fucking work.
There was only one seedy little fly left in the ointment, and I woke up my laptop to check on its status. With any luck we’d be home and dry, and life could carry on like it should have done three years ago, before that twisted sack of shit ever tempted her away. I pulled up his website and checked his events page, hoping at least some of them would have been cancelled. They would be if he had any sense in his pathetic skull.
But they weren’t. They were all still listed. Every fucking one of them.
Stupid fucking tosser.
Topaz flew through the door without so much as a proper knock. She was definitely getting too fucking big for her little boots.
“Haven’t you heard of privacy?” I snapped.
She caught her breath. “I’m sorry, Mr Morgan, but we’ve been looking for you everywhere. The dancefloor’s flooded, someone’s twisted an ankle over by the main stage, at least three bottles have been smashed by the bar, and Demelza’s lost some of her new induction members. We’ve both been looking for you. We couldn’t find you anywhere, either you or Faye.”
I held up a hand. “Alright, alright, just calm down.” I made to close the website, but the scrolling comments section at the bottom caught my eye.
Disgusting! Master Blake should be ashamed of himself. I hope she never goes back to him, you filthy fucking pimp!
I scrolled down, and amongst the gushingI loved it so much, best book ever, there was another.
Selling a woman for sex is never for love. Disgusted reader.
I could feel Topaz’s eyes on mine. “What is it, Mr Morgan?”
“Have you read Bird in the Bush, Topaz? The new one?”
Oh her face, it turned fucking crimson. “I… um…”
“You’ve read it, haven’t you?”
“Oh, Mr Morgan, I didn’t want to get involved!” She covered her pretty eyes.
“Did he sell her for sex, Topaz?”
She didn’t say a word, didn’t even move and I lost my fucking temper. “Did that sack of fucking shit sell Faye for sex, Topaz? Yes or fucking no?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “That’s what it says.”
“And you didn’t think to fucking tell me?”
She shrugged, pitiful. “I only just read it, it wasn’t my place!”
“Didsheknow about it? Did Faye know that dirty cunt was fucking selling her?”