“Gumdrop,” she says, and my eyes widen.This fucking bitch.
“I like that,” Johnny replies, still holding onto my hand.She’s such a cunt. Now I’ll be reminded for however long I’m here of the name Caspian calls me. Leave it to some bitch to ruin his name for me.Finishing the drink, I hand it back to her which she takes with a smile.Cunt!
“Alright, I’ll let Mickey know and leave you guys to it. Have fun.” She winks then leaves the room. Johnny looks down at me and smiles then nods over to the couch. We walk over to it and he sits first, gripping my hips and pulling me into his lap.
“So, you understand that we will be working together and giving everyone a show right?” he asks, and I nod.
“I do, and I’m not new to this. Kayla doesn’t seem to understand that. I’ve been doing this for a while now. Just not in a club, more privately,” I tell him, and he frowns.
“Like an escort service?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Let’s just say I have a boyfriend who lets his father’s friends use me to their liking and I get paid for it,” I tell him and my fingers must have a mind of their own because I didn't notice that I’m twirling a finger around his curly hair until he starts laughing. Why do I feel comfortable with him? I don’t even know him.
“Did you have a choice in the matter?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Do we ever get a choice?”
“I guess we don’t,” he answers, cupping my face.
“You’re gorgeous, and I take it you really aren’t a blonde, are you?”
“No, I’m not, and I don’t have blue eyes either,” I say, and he smiles.
“I know, I can see the green peeking through. One day I’d love to see the real you,” he says, and my heart drops, making me think of Axel. He always saw the real me. Stripped me bare and still loved me for me. “Hey, hey. Don’t cry. You will ruin your makeup,” he says with furrowed brows as his thumb gently swipes the fallen tear.
“Sorry, I—”
“No need to be sorry, Presley. You can trust me. As long as we are working together, I will make sure you are comfortable with me. It’s the only way to make it believable,” he tells me, and I nod. He leans forward, licking his lips, causing my breathing to hitch.
“I’m going to kiss you now. The drugs Kayla gave you should be flowing through your veins now. making tonight easier on you, but I promise, no one will touch you. No one will hurt you. You’re mine, and I take care of what's mine. You got it?” he says as one hand cups my face and the other pulls me closer.
“I got it,” I whisper as his lips press gently against mine and his tongue swipes across my lips. He moans as I part my lips and his tongue snakes into my mouth, swirling around mine, causing me to gasp when I feel a metal ball flick against my tongue. I deepen the kiss, sucking his bottom lip as he shifts me on his lap so I'm straddling him. I can feel his cock pressing against me, and I rock, running my fingers through his curly hair.
“God damn, Presley,” He groans, running his hands up my back, gripping my shoulder blades and digging his nails into my flesh.Maybe I really am a slut. I’ve never wanted someone Iliterally just met seconds ago so fucking bad.I blame the drugs, because I am so worked up. I just want him to touch me and never stop. “I think you’re ready, baby. You want to make some money and give them a show?” he asks, and I nod as his mouth finds my nipples, sucking them into his mouth.
“If we don’t, we may never leave this couch, Johnny,” I whimper, rocking a little faster. He releases my nipple with a pop and looks up at me with a smile.
“You might be right.” He chuckles, grabbing my ass with both hands and standing as I wrap my legs around his waist. “We’re going in the box tonight. We will start slow, and the more money they throw at us, the further we go,” he warns, and I nod.
“I’ll follow your lead. This is your domain, not mine,” I tell him, and he smiles.
“I think we are going to be great friends,” he says, and for once, I feel okay. It may be the drugs flowing through my veins, and I may very well regret this tomorrow, but for tonight, I actually feel safe with him, and I’m not sure what that means but I’m excited to find out.
“Is your name just Johnny? No stage name?” I ask as we walk towards the door.
“No stage name. I grew up here, but that’s a story for another day. My full name is Johnny Walker Cyprus,” he says, and my whole world spins.No! There’s no fucking way!
Chapter 23
Harley
Being hauled off by the cops for something I didn’t do has my mind going off the deep end. Sitting in this fucking room waiting for my lawyer is sending me right off a cliff. I can’t remember what the fuck happened last night. All I know is that I woke up this morning with an excruciating headache and no recollection of what the hell happened. I wouldn’t touch Mila with a ten foot pole. I wouldn't associate with her let alone stick my dick in her… period. All she is—is my ex-girlfriend's little sister. That’s it. I don’t know what game she’s playing, but this is fucking bullshit.
The door swings open and my head snaps to the short bald man that is our family lawyer. He’s the best of the best, but the look on his face tells me everything I need to know. I’m not going home any time soon.
“Gerald, thanks for coming. Lay it on me,” I say as he drops his briefcase on the table and shakes my hand.
“Mr. Cyprus, this is not looking good,” he tells me, and I take a deep breath.
