“Some rules are meant to be broken.” Winking, I gave her tit a light slap before I crawled off the bed and walked toward the bathroom to clean up. Before closing the door behind me, I added, “Change your clothes. Seems I made a mess of you, after all.”
Avery lying in my bed with her perky chest and tan nipples on display would be an impossible image for me to shake.
Once she left in the morning, she’d be thinking of me, looking down at her tits with my mark on her, wishing she was back in my bed.
With one successful night under our belts, what could one more night lead to? Fuck, I just hoped it led to me, and the rest could be figured out later.
After only having slepta few hours last night and being out in the sun for a long shift at the pool today, I had a couple hours to rest and get ready for work tonight.
Every night of my life since I’d started this gig, I typically dreaded every shift. The money was always worth it in the end, but the anxiety of meeting up with strangers would forever take a toll on me.
Just the thought alone exhausted me—having to dress up, be on the top of my game, ready to perform with freshly shaved legs, and a full face of makeup.
My body craved sleep, a nap before a long night. But my mind had been racing all day. From the moment I left Spencer this morning after he made me breakfast in bed, I couldn’t shake our night together.
What was supposed to bejust one night, turned into,I’ll see you tomorrow. His filthy mouth, the way he took control and kissed me, that look on his face as he came in his sweatpants, the power he held when he wouldn’t fuck me, but made me come anyway. The way he held me all night and cooked for me thismorning—he checked my boxes and accomplished exactly what he aimed to do last night. He wanted to show me what it would be like to be with him. A man. Not a boy.
Mission fucking accomplished.
After just one night with Spencer, I couldn’t even picture my happiest days with Jax. I knew from the moment things turned last night that my night with Spencer would be incredibly hard to top.
He’d ruin all other men for me.
I felt like my head was on a damn tilt-a-whirl and it wouldn’t stop spinning.
What was I supposed to do with these impending feelings? I can’t turn back now. Every month a payment was due to Jax, and to get rid of the problem lingering over my head, I needed to continue to work until the money he was demanding was paid in full.
Pulling up my text thread, I shot off a message to the group chat.
Me: The Italian Stallion won me over and I don’t know what to do.
When I needed advice or just a safe place to vent, they were my home.
Growing up, I never had a girl group. I kept everyone I knew at a distance. The embarrassment I’d have to endure if I ever wanted to bring a friend home was something I knew at a young age would never be worth it. I couldn’t risk rumors flying and girls being mean. It would be easy to choose me as their target if they came over and realized I didn’t have anything in my room besides a shitty mattress and a closet with only a few outfits from the local thrift store.
It wasn’t always so bad. When I was younger, before Dad found his addiction, we had a good life. A distant memory hung over my head, reminding me that once upon a time, I had a normal childhood. It wasn’t until I was around ten years old that my parents became withdrawn. What used to be a room full of toys and frilly, pink princess décor faded away over time. My toys and most cherished items were sold at garage sales for any dollar my parents could get their hands on until I was left with the bare minimum.
My mother would dress in pearls and her most striking outfits, but instead of giving up her material items, my most treasured items—the only things that brought me joy—would be the first to go.
While I always wanted to confide in the girls at school and to build genuine friendships, I never found myself connecting with them. They wouldn’t understand. They were busy living their lives as carefree children while I was counting down the days until I was old enough to be free.
It wasn’t until I moved that I somehow built up enough good karma that I was granted two best friends who instantly became family. We’d all been through our shit in life, and we each had one another to lean on when times became hard.
You could say we trauma bonded over drinks one night. But that one night ended up turning into a lifelong friendship instead. We went to each other about everything. Heartbreaks, mind-blowing one-night stands, our innermost dark thoughts—everything.
My phone dinged with a response.
Andi: Tell me, did he send you a picture of his big cock?
Peyton: Jesus, Andi.
Peyton: Okay, but I’m kind of curious too…
Oh, they had no idea. Shaking my head, I bit my lip to stifle the laugh brewing in my belly.
I spent the next few minutes drilling my thumbs into the screen of my phone, filling them in on my client that wasn’t actually my client, but instead, ended up being Spencer. How he had an entire night planned and paid me a shit ton. How we got physical, but not too physical, and how he was still able to make me come harder than I ever had, and I wasn’t even naked.
Andi: So, basically, you spent a night away from your little home on wheels and had a full-on Pretty Woman moment?
