“Why?”
“Why not?”
She frowns. That question trips up most.
“Because,” she says, “we don’t really know each other.”
“I know. I have an internal compass that tells me things.” It’s pointing at the hymen.
“I wish I had a compass. If I do, it’s not working, because I’ve made many mistakes.”
“That’s okay, baby doll. You do what I tell you, and I’ll make you enjoy it. Remember?”
She nods. “This is crazy.”
I lead her to the table and pull out a chair for her, eyes locked with my brother, who’s watching me the way a lion watches the other lion in the pride who’s got the female next to him. Does he like Nessa? Is he upset I found a woman and he hasn’t yet? Keeping my gaze on him, I kiss her shoulder and whisper, “I think my brother wants to outbid me. What would you say if I could get you a mil for your hymen?”
“I’d say no.”
“Why not?”
Nessa looks up. “It has to be you.”
“As you wish.” She likes me. Smug, I sit next to her and throw my arm over her chair. “She likes me better,” I tell him.
He gives me a blank stare. As if he doesn’t care. He does. I bought a hymen and got a girl with a fabulous ass and tits, and said girl not only won’t take more of my money, she won’t even marry me for my money.
Girls like her don’t exist anymore. “My sweet, baby unicorn,” I tell her. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you real hard.” Under the table, I sneak a hand between her thighs and dip a finger inside her pussy, then put it in my mouth and lick it off.
Hudson stands to greet Vinnie, the Italian and his…not his wife. Unusual. Unexpected. And shit, here comes Mikhail the Russian with his wife, and looks like we’re sitting at the same table. This should be fun seeing as Mikhail’s wife models and did a campaign with me when my cologne line launched. He took our perfectly innocent poses the wrong way, and we resolved our differences with fists at the local boxing club.
Kaya, his wife, greets me first, then drops her long slender hands around my neck just as I stand to greet her. “Blake Hellway. It’s been a long time.” She kisses my cheek. I worry Mikhail’s gonna pull out his gun and shoot me on the spot.
“You look great,” I tell her.
“As do you. Always.” She wears a golden dress that hugs her body in all the best ways, and that’s when I spot a baby bump. I stare at it for far too long, because she places a hand over her belly. Blinking, I introduce her to Vanessa, who has no baby bump. I’m wasting time. I should be loading her up with seed.
With that thought, I resolve to get through the night as fast as possible, not meet my brother tomorrow morning, but lock Vanessa inside my suite and fuck her senseless until I am all that exists in her world.
“Cancel your plans for the next three days pending extension,” I tell her.
“I have work and exams,” she reminds me.
“You’ll do them later.”
“I can’t.”
“But you will.”
Her lips pinch.
Mikhail leans in over his wife, whose seat is next to mine. “What’s the matter, playboy? Your game don’t work with your soon-to-be wife? Karma, motherfucker, karma.”
Twat. “Mind your business,” I say.
“I’d mind your brother if I were you.”
Damn it. “Why?”
