“Hmm. Maybe I will take a swig of that De Chante actually.” I laugh a little too loud, and Heath’s brows are pitted when he hands it over.
I walk over to the windows of the suite, pretending to check out the ships as I neck some of the top-notch champagne, hating the way my insides are hurting.
Goodbye crazy, hellonormal.
I feel like such a fucking idiot for even thinking it could be anything else.
“Seriously, you alright, Ells?” Josh asks, and I nod, pulling myself together enough to spin back to them.
“Twenty-four thousand containers,” I say. “That’s insane, right? I can’t even picture twenty-four. They are huge. Massive. So much stuff in them piled up high.”
“It would be quite a mountain,” Heath says. “I wouldn’t envy anyone trying to stack them in any kind of order.”
“No. It would be crazy precarious,” I laugh. “Crazy.”
“Yeah,” Josh says. “Crazy.”
His eyes speak volumes, but I don’t want to hear the unspoken. I don’t want to feel the hope, sliding down the drain.
Fuck Ella for tonight. Being Ella is too damn gut punching.
At least I have a solution for it.
I turn Holly the whore up to full volume and rejig my energy for the room. I glug down some champagne, eyeing up the two men who drive me crazy in body as well as soul.
Body is what counts right now. Soul can wait for another day.
“I’ve been dying of a thirst far worse than a bottle of De Chante can fix,” I say to Heath. Our client. User 1543. “So, tell me,Heathy baby.Are you ready to give your curvas a damn good time?” I pace closer. I bite my scarlet lip as I approachthe star who drives me wild. “I really hope so, because this little curva right here is desperate for you. I’ll be the sweetest little curva there can be, I swear it. Cross my heart and hope to die, from a Count bite, preferably, right on my tender cunt.”
His breath hitches, just a touch. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stares at me.
Yeah. I got this.
Holly’s got this.
My hardcorer charm works its magic on Josh as well as Heath, both of them transfixed as I glug back more De Chante and kick off my stilettos.
“Get set to get dirty, guys,” I tell my pair of lovers. “Because a week has been a damn long time.”
“Yes, it has,” Heath says, and takes me by the hair once I reach him.
My vampiric icon shoves me to the floor, and grabs Josh by the lapel of his jacket, pushing him down alongside me.
“Open wide, curvas, and get those throats ready,” Heath Mason tells us. “The night may be young, but I’m planning on making the most of it.”
I’m grateful for Heath Mason’s amazing, veined cock and the way he presents it so proudly from his pants.
I’m grateful for the amazing man kneeling at my side, ready to share it with me.
I’m grateful for our setup, for our chance to be with a man so magnetic and powerful and wonderful as Heath Mason.
But most of all, I’m grateful for Holly.
The other version of me.
Where the filthiest weird can be normal, andnormalcan be more than just ok.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
