CHAPTER ONE
HOLLY
Chester - I can’t do this anymore. Find someone else. I have.
I’ve read the message at least a dozen fucking times, and still my anger hasn’t lessened. I am fucking furious.
I gave that sorry ass excuse of a fucking man everything. I let him slip his needle-sized dick inside me and faked orgasm after orgasm just so his ego wouldn’t be wounded, and he had the audacity to fuck me over!
I inhale through my nose and try to push my anger down. I have a function tonight and I can’t let my boss down. Nick gave me a shot when no one else in New York City would. I had no experience or a degree, but he didn’t care. He said I had heart, and that’s all that matters. I give myself another second to wallow in my anger. When the elevator dings, announcing myarrival, I plaster a fake ass smile on my face just as the doors open and the sound of music assaults me.
I fight not to cringe at the Christmas music blasting around me. Everyone is dressed up in their best costumes for the party but I just wasn’t feeling it so I went with a red sequin dress that hugs my curves in all the right places and makes me feel like a badass bitch. I feel so fucking sexy right now, I would be open to tryingNyotaimori.
I stick to the outskirts of the room and try to go unnoticed by everyone but I can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched.
I discreetly look around the room but everyone seems to be either conversing, dancing or sipping on a drink and not paying me any attention at all. I purse my lips and try to shake off the feeling of being watched as I order a couple of shots from the bar and a gin and tonic to chase the burn of the Fireball shots away. I plan on getting wasted and forgetting what the fuck my name is. Chester was a fucking douchebag but I can’t lie and say him dropping me like a sack of shit doesn’t sting.
I slam the first shot and relish the burn as it slides down my throat, the second goes down as easy as a cock would slide inside my tight, wet cunt right now. I chase them with my gin and tonic before ordering another round of the same. I’m feeling warm and slightly buzzed, a few more rounds of these and I’ll forget all about that fucking piece of shit.
I lift the shot to my lips, down the contents, then pause when I get that sensation I’m being watched again. For weeks I have had this sensation and it’s starting to make me feel like I am losing my fucking mind. Every day on my way to work, at work, and on my way home I feel like this. I grit my teeth, force myself not to think about it, and down my next shot, then chase it down with my gin before signaling the bartender for another round.
I greedily grab the next shot when it’s placed in front of me and bring it to my lips, only to pause at the sound of his voice behind me. “Keep drinking like that and you won’t know who you’re taking home tonight, Miss Noelle.”
I close my eyes and fight my body’s reaction to his nearness. Being sober and around my boss is fucking hard, but feeling buzzed and having him this close is fucking dangerous. I down the shot and quickly chase it with the next in the hopes it will calm my nerves. I slam the empty shot glass down, then swivel around to face him, only to gasp at how close he is.
I try to fight against the urge to run my gaze over him but I lose the battle. He’s wearing a cherry-red pinstripe suit, his black hair slicked back against his head. His blue eyes bore into me, sending a shiver down my spine and making my pussy pulse. The five o'clock shadow that dusts his face only adds to the sexual allure. Nick Snow is a force to be reckoned with and a shark in the boardroom any day of the week, butlooking at him right now… I see nothing but my wet dream.
I swallow audibly and take a sip of my gin to gather the courage to even speak to him, but the moment I open my mouth he forces his way between my legs, causing my breath to hitch and my breathing to turn ragged. He reaches out and places his hands on either side of me, caging me in. When he leans down and his breath fans across my face I have to bite back a moan. “Tis the season for giving, Miss Noelle, and you, my little madam, have been giving me signals for months now.”
“I have?” I squawk out.
The sexy grin that tugs at the corner of his mouth makes me tremble. That one look has me weak in the fucking knees and my pussy pulsing with the need to be filled and fucked like a cheap slut.
A growl slips out of him, causing my eyes to widen. “You might just be one of the best gifts I have gotten for Christmas.” Before I can respond, he pulls back, straightens his suit jacket, pivots on his heel and stalks off. I sit here utterly perplexed and reeling over the encounter we just had. A part of me feels like it was just a dream, a figment of my imagination finally giving me what I have been craving for months, but the lingering scent of his cologne tells me it was real.
“Another round, Miss?” the bartender asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I slowly turn back to face him.
“You just saw my boss, right?” I ask, needing confirmation that I wasn’t making this up in my head.
His face scrunches. “You mean Nick Snow?” I nod my head like a fucking idiot. “Yeah, he was definitely here and from what I saw he made himself at home between your legs.” My mouth parts and my brows raise while the fucker stands there with a smug smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, I’m not judging.”
“There isn’t anything to judge!” I snap back.
He shrugs. “I’m just the mailroom guy turned bartender for the night. So, can I get you another round?”
I glare at the little fucker. “Yeah. I’m just gonna head to the bathroom, then I’ll be back.” I don’t wait for a response from the little shit. I make my way around the edge of the room, trying to avoid an encounter with someone else. I choose to retreat to the back part of the office where Nick’s private bathroom is, the one I use every day when I’m at work. I really don’t have a choice since I need to change my tampon and I always leave some in there.
I slip into Nick’s office and close the door behind myself, then head for the bathroom. I lock the door and quickly grab a tampon from under the counter before I go about my business.
When I’m done I check my reflection in the mirror and sigh. I look like a buzzed club whore. I take a deep breath and decide for tonight, I don’t care. I’m here to drown my sorrows and forget all about my stupid ex.
When I open the bathroom door I freeze at the sight of three men dressed in red silk robes and matching red LED masks with white beards. The masks are lit up, the X’s that cover the part shine a bright red, the sticking across the mouth part on the mask seems ominous thanks to the red lights. My breaths turn ragged and my grip on the door handle tightens to the point of pain.
“Well, well, well, look at what we have here, boys.” I swallow at the sound of his gruff voice. I can’t tell who is speaking. They are all the same height and appear to have the same build and if I hadn’t just peed, I would have so pissed myself right now.
“It looks like we have a snack waiting to be devoured and eaten so fucking good she won’t remember her own name.” My body coils tight with need and my pussy pulses. The encounter with Nick already had me on edge and I’m blaming it on that, not the fact I am getting turned on at the prospect of three masked men fucking me.
The one in the middle steps forward, cementing his place as the alpha of the trio. “Since it’s the season of giving, we will allow you a head start.”
