Chapter One
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Adrienne
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“You know what you need?A spanking, a plugging, a nice young seven-to-eight-inch cock, and nine back-to-back orgasms.In that order.”
Adrienne Palmer, standing with her back ramrod straight and holding the stem of a glass of Dom Perignon between her fingers as if it were her lifeline glared good-naturedly at her business partner and friend, Miriam Haddock.
“I’m going to be twenty-seven in a few months so no, I don’t need a spanking, Mariam.I don’t need a cock, young or otherwise, either.And besides, orgasms on their own were messy, so surely an orgasm in front of someone else was even messier.I stand by that theory.”
The bright red-haired fifty-eight-year-old, Miriam, dressed effortlessly in a flowing designer gown with her signature chunky jewelry, probably weighing as much as two bars of gold, glared right back at Adrienne.
“You need sex, my dear.Lots of it,” Miriam said with the same tone she would have used were they talking about a new pair of shoes.The woman had zero filters and adhered even less to societal rules.But she’d earned the right to be a free spirit years ago, she always said.
Adrienne didn’t need sex, though, not that she had a raging sex life to begin with, or a raging sex life at all.That wasn’t to say she was a shrinking virgin.Not all at.Her circumstances were just a little different considering she’d remained a virgin during an entire three-year marriage.Her divorce was finalized just a week ago.
“Let me tell you.I have this pool guy—” Miriam said, her eyes glazing over as she spoke about her new acquisition or conquest––with Miriam, it was one or the other.
“Is he the same as your car guy?”Adrienne teased to lift her mood, which was slowly sinking into a dark, empty pit.She really would have preferred to be home.
“No.Rico lets me whip his ass and then curls up, sucking his thumb at my feet.Sweet baby boy.But Jonny, he’s my new pool guy.Every Thursday, he comes to clean my pool—he does an excellent job—and then he cleansmypool.With his mouth.The man has a tongue as long as his anaconda cock, and let me tell you, he knows how to use both.I should lend him to you.It’ll do you good to get a good tongue fucking.”
“Miriam!”Adrienne admonished as she glanced around the banquet hall.The glitter of jewels and gems, from the chandeliers above their heads to the extravagant jewelry dripping from the guests, cast silver shadows across the opulently decorated hall.
Cassie Brundt’s charity auctions were always the most ostentatious.Adrienne fully believed Cassie did them more for fame and not for the cause she presented itself.But twice a year, she hosted the lavish event at a five-star hotel, where patrons bid on potential dates for a night.They were given keys to a hotel suite where a Michelin-starred chef prepared a seven-course dinner for them.What happened afterward was anyone’s guess and no one’s business.
The offers started at a hundred thousand dollars.All funds raised this time around went toward animal welfare.The last auction was to raise funds for after-school childcare.All good causes, but if Miriam hadn’t dragged her along, Adrienne would have gladly stayed in her pajamas and written a check like she always did.
Feeling unusually restless, Adrienne’s gaze continued to glide around the grandiosely decorated room.If it weren’t one extravagant charity ball after another, it was something else that required her to dress up.
Not that she didn’t like dressing up.The gown she was wearing, an orange organza floor-length Chanel piece, was designed for simplicity and elegance but because it didn’t have even a hint of frivolity, she hoped it was enough to keep everyone away from her.
Still, it was going to be her favorite dress, except she would never wear it again.It went with her status.She’d taken over her father’s small company and turned it into a titan enterprise all on her own, her will borne from sheer, powerful determination to succeed in a man’s world where she was just “tits and ass.”Her mother’s words.As a functioning alcoholic, Rebecca Palmer knew how to strike her daughter down with just a few vulgar words.
But clothes gave Adrienne a sense of stability.It concealed who she really was.And it never let her down, either.
“Are you even listening to me?”Miriam asked, her lips dipping into a pout.
“Honestly, I stopped at the part when you started.”
“Cheeky bitch,” Miriam laughed.“Be sarcastic all you want.You still need some dick.It’ll loosen you up a little, you know?What have you got to lose?”
“Time.Beauty sleep.The ability not to be annoyed.My state of peace.Clean sheets.And I hate the horrendous act of cuddling, talking, and being nice afterward.”
“You really are a cold one, aren’t you?Marriage ruined you, sweetie, but you can’t keep punishing yourself for making a rookie mistake.”Miriam touched her cheek and gave her a fierce look.“You need cock.You need many cocks,” Miriam said then sighed.
“Okay, see you in a bit.I’m going to hunt down that waiter and see if he wants to be in my harem,” Miriam winked, then took Adrienne’s glass.“And I’ll get you a fresh drink as well,” she added, then sailed away.
Miriam wasn’t completely right about marriage ruining her.She’d always been that way.Cold.Her deceased father and Miriam were the only two people she loved in the whole world.The rest she kept outside her realm.When her own mother betrayed her, trusting anyone else seemed stupid.Adrienne was going to die alone.And she was okay with that.
But her father was also the only reason she married Desmond Morton, a man twice her age with a leering glint in his eyes that made her skin crawl.She didn’t think it was possible to hate another human being as much as she hated Desmond.But the man was rotting in prison and would be for a while to come.She took immense comfort from that.
She forced herself to brush aside all thought of the evil man and his lecherous nature, her lips spreading into a broad smile as an old friend of hers started toward her.
“Adrienne, the picture of loveliness,” Jackson Porter said, kissing both her cheeks.
