“Oh my God, you’re married.”
“Not yet.”
“Engaged, then. That’s horrible. I’m the other girl.”
“Nothing of the sort, believe me.” I need to go home and jerk off, seeing as my balls are gonna leak blue cum on my boxers. “Procrastination of the inevitable irritates me, so I’m checking the time. We both know I can’t leave you on the sidewalk.”
“I haven’t thought this through,” she mumbles.
She’s tripping my asshole switch. I want the rest of the fucking likes, damn it, not an argument. “Whichthis? A billionaire has you locked up inside his limo. He also got you off, and you’ll get half his millions. Which part aboutthisis terrible?”
She smiles. “When you put it like that…”
“The address?” I press a com unit so Brady can hear it as she finally tells me where she lives.
Excellent.
4
Vanessa lives in a part of Chicago I haven’t been to in ages. The limo glides on the street like a fairy princess through postapocalyptic New York. We pass decades-old cars parked on the driveways before the garages.
Seeing cars outside garages makes me shake my head. People don’t take care of their possessions. A car is a possession. Put the damn thing where it belongs. Inside your house, not outside in the rain and snow, where bad people can steal it.
Her home is a one-story, two bedroom—I estimate—with a fenced-in backyard. A single fuel-efficient vehicle is parked out front, not even in the driveway. Brady pulls up next to it, and the house’s motion detector light comes on. At least there’s that.
I leave the car and open the door for Vanessa. She steps out, taking care not to flash me her pretty pussy at the same time that the front door opens and another woman appears in the hallway. She’s covered in darkness, but I make out a bun of hair at the top of her head and a size and shape like Vanessa’s. Could be her sister.
In front of me, Vanessa fidgets. Oh, the awkward moment of parting from a date. Not that I remember what it’s like to drop a girl off at home. Haven’t done that since prom.
I spare her the awkwardness and kiss her cheek. “Good night, baby doll.” Now would be a good time to close the seven-likes race. SayGood night, Daddyand let me spend the night planning our honeymoon. But no, not tonight. My game is shit, and I need a new game.
“Is that it?” she asks.
I step back and nod.
“But you paid half a mil for my hymen.”
“And I intend to collect.”
She scrubs her face, then fights with her hair.
“Leave the hymen to me, hm? It’s getting late.”
“Right, you have places to go.”
Warning. WARNING. Feisty train approaching my playboy land. Unwilling to indulge her form of passive aggression, I nod. I have a feeling she likes me. I have a feeling she doesn’t really want to go home, but she’s not quite sure if I’m married or engaged, so she prods, fishes, tries to get me to clarify.
I was plenty clear. If she persists in standing there, I’m gonna shove her back into the limo and bend her over the seat. Which would be a terrible waste of a hymen-penetrating experience. “Walk away while you still can,” I tell her.
That raises her eyebrows.
I smile, a show of teeth.
She scurries up the path to the front door, and the person inside closes it. I hear locking, so that’s good. I turn to go home, and the old efficient car parked outside catches my eye again. I glare. Pet peeves. I have many, and abandoned possessions is one of them.
To distract myself from aggressively pursuing her keys so I can park the damn thing inside the garage and lecture her ontaking care of her car, and her hymen, for that matter, I tell Brady to drive me home. Where I spend a few minutes jerking off in the shower, thinking about how that sweet pussy is gonna bleed when I finally penetrate it. God knows I love drawing first blood.
The next morning,at seven thirty sharp, I leave the gym for the shower, where I jerk off again, this time while I mentally lick Vanessa’s pussy. Since jerking off this early in the morning veered from my morning routine, I hustle in the closet and dress, making it out of the room two minutes later than usual.
