Yeah, I’m keeping her no matter what.
She pulls away from my cock, a string of spit connecting us till it breaks. Hailey smiles as she kisses my thigh.
“Thank you,” she says with a laugh as I help her stand back up.
“Oh, you’re fucking trouble,” I tell her, grabbing her chin and kissing her, tasting her natural flavor mixed with my release.
When I pull back, she’s smiling and I decide right then and there I want all of her smiles.
When we pull up to the BMW dealership, Hailey turns to me, blinking rapidly for a moment.
“Hayes, you can’t buy me a BMW.”
“Yes, I can.”
“This is too much. I thought we would go to, like, some used dealership or something. Maybe a newer Jetta.”
I grimace at her and she’s the one looking at me like I’m crazy.
“Hailey, think about how much I won last night.”
“This is more than a quarter of your winnings.”
“Because you’re such a good negotiator. Now get your cute ass out there and pick a car.”
I expect her to give me more pushback, but she doesn’t.
“What about my Jetta?”
“I’ll donate it for a tax write-off.”
She laughs and shakes her head as she gets out of the car and I direct her by her lower back. We get looks from the sales associates and other assholes shopping for cars.
If someone doesn’t help us in thirty seconds, I’m going to lose my shit.
It’s at that moment a small Beta woman who seems a little anxious approaches us. They sent the runt to deal with us.
Big fucking mistake.
I smile at the woman as she introduces herself as Jessica, it’s her third day, and it’s obvious all these assholes doubt her.
“Something safe but sexy,” I tell Jessica.
Hailey’s cheeks heat as Jessica smiles, pushing her glasses up and gripping her tablet.
“Do you need a backseat?”
“Yes,” Hailey responds quickly as she leads us down the rows.
“We could look at the M4 or the M8.”
“M8,” I reply quickly and Hailey furrows her brow as she leads us to the row of convertibles.
I can tell Hailey’s a little uncomfortable about the idea of the price tag, but I don’t think it has anything to do with me getting it for her, more so the rules of this transaction.
“Which one do you want to test drive?” I ask Hailey.
She clears her throat and points to what I assume is the most expensive M8 on the lot as I see Jessica calculating her commission in her head.
