Noah: You better be getting some good ass right now, or I will fucking kill you if you are tied up in someone’s basement.
I shake my head, reading the ones that get progressively more concerned. The last one was sent just an hour ago.
Noah: Call me when you wake up.
“Yeah. Twin,” I say as I tap out a text.
Me: Long night. Can you pick me up?
It doesn’t take long for Noah to text me back.
Noah: He has risen!
Noah: Fuck yes, I’ll pick u up from your walk of shame, you little slut.
He taps out a bunch of eggplant emojis and winky faces, and I can’t help but smile half-heartedly at his humor even though I feel like crap right now.
Noah: And don’t think you’re getting out of telling me everything! I want details!
Aaron clears his throat.
“You good?”
I nod. “Yup.” I drop my location to Noah, who texts me with a thumbs up and tells me he’ll be here in twenty.
“Good luck with everything,” I say, offering Aaron my hand, even though it kills me. This is part of my job, too. Keeping things smooth and kosher.
Happy clients leave good reviews and tell their friends. And seeing as this was a favor for Bella, I want to keep everythingas positive as I can despite feeling like a complete failure on the inside.
Aaron shakes my hand, his palm warm against mine. The memory of his palm on my ass, gliding across my skin makes my cock twitch and my stomach flip, but I shove it away. That’s obviously not happening again anytime soon. At all, probably.
I don’t wait for him to speak, because I can’t. I turn around and head out the door, towards the elevator.
“Time to go back home to reality,” I say as the doors open and I step inside.
Chapter Thirteen
Aaron
All morning, I feel like shit, and I know it’s not entirely from the alcohol. What happened last night was…
Amazing. What I can remember of it, anyway. Part of me feels bad I don’t remember everything, because someone like Jacob deserves more than a hazy, champagne-infused roll in the sheets.
But the things I do remember… I can’t stop thinking about. Like his hands on my chest, and his big blue eyes gazing up at me. His taunting tone as he told me he prefers to ask forgivenessinstead of permission. I swear I’d never heard more beautiful words in my life.
The memory of his body tensing beneath me as he tried to fight how bad he wanted to come pushes forth along with the feel of his euphoria dancing against my tongue as I swallowed his moans. My cock throbs instinctively at the memory of his cum mixing with my own on my cock.
And of course, his perfect, warm mouth bringing me to release in a way I’ve never felt before.
Iwantedto give him whatever it was he desired. Because the way I felt with him… was addicting. I wanted more.
I still do, but I know that isn’t going to happen. For starters, Jacob made it clear this morning how he felt about what happened. He thinks it was a mistake, and that hurts.
I asked him to come to my room, and he said yes. Without hesitation. He kissed me, and said yes, and I didn’t think twice about calling us a car. I’ll need to pick up my BMW from the marina today, I remind myself, but already I’m not looking forward to it.
I won’t be able to forget the sight of Prince Charming sitting in my passenger seat, nor do I think I will be able to forget the memory of him, period. Jacob Riley’s poisoned my brain.
Five thousand dollars isn’t enough. But it’s also too much.
