It was always easier to bury my problems.Especially one this humiliating.
“We’re going to figure this out.” He placed his hands over mine.
“We?”
“Yes, we. I like you, Avery, how many times do I have to tell you that?” He brought his forehead to rest against mine; our lips sat so close that our breath intertwined.
“I guess I’ve just never had anyone like me in the ways you like me.”
“There is something I want to ask you, and I don’t want it to come off the wrong way.”
“Okay…” I lifted my head from his forehead, creating space between us.
“Would you want to give this thing between us a chance?”
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since the moment I met him. Of course, I wanted to give in. I liked him … and that scared the shit out of me.
“More than anything, but?—”
“What do you think about quitting this work your ex has made you feel like you need to do, and letting me handle it all?”
“Handle?” My heart sped up. Something about that word sounded like a dark cloud. Mysterious and ominous.
“Tell me the exact amount you need to pay this guy off—down to the penny—let me know where I can find this video and let me handle the dirty work.”
“Spencer, I can’t give you that link. I can’t let you see me like that.” I shook my head.
“Avery, I don’t want to watch the video. The last thing I want is to see it. If I looked at it, I wouldn’t be able to control myself from tracking the men down who touched you and ripping their fucking heads off. I’m a goddamn multi-millionaire, and I know people in high places. I will have the internet scrubbed. I will make sure that video doesn’t exist. I will pay off your ex and make sure he will never be a part of your life again. All I wantfrom you is a date. I want your time, I want you in my bed, I want you to be mine.”
“Spence…”
“I need you to want me too, though. I won’t do all those things unless you give me your permission. The last thing I want is for you to think I’m trying to disrespect you and pay you off. You’re not an object that can be paid for, Avery. You’re a fucking prize.”
A prize.
That word alone stole my breath. Never in my life had someone idolized me in such a romantic way. Spencer was a man of his word. A man who held back because he didn’t want me to feel used. He refused to pay for me like everyone else had—sexually. He wanted my time. My mind. My heart. And I so badly wanted to give him all of me.
Telling him all about my ex gutted me. Reminiscing on such a shitty ending to a relationship that I held so close to my heart, and a man I once compared to God himself, fucking crushed me. I never thought I was worthy of finding someone like Spencer. Someone who was offering me an out, simply because helikedme.
“I want you, Spencer, badly.” My voice shifted from soft and sad, to seductive and serious.
“I don’t mean like that—” he attempted to stop me from lowering to the ground before I cut him off.
“I know. I’m aware. But it’s my turn to show you. To please you. You had your way with me in the bathroom, and now it’s my turn. I’ve been going crazy thinking about what this cock looks like.” I grinded my hips over him, already feeling his length growing beneath me.
Too eager to wait for his answer, I watched his chest rise and fall as I slipped down to my knees.
I hadn’t been with a man on my own accord in so long. It was my turn to take back control of my sex life. I was craving this man in ways I hadn’t felt in so long, and he wanted me back—he’d shown me time after time.
He was giving me the opportunity to throw my current life out the window and truly start fresh. The opportunity to take what I wanted sat right in front of me, and I was so fucking tired of turning down the things I dreamed about because of the dark cloud lingering over my head.
It was time to let some sunshine seep through the darkness, and give myself the life I’d always wanted, but couldn’t admit it was what I deserved.
Avery slipped down my body;her knees hitting the plush white rug. How was it possible for me to deny a girl who wanted to please me? A girl I grew feelings for overnight and couldn’t stop from flourishing even if I tried.
She’d truly made words feel impossible for me to lace together. They were all held captive, swirling around in my head. The anger I felt because of her ex—her situation. The sadness shooting through my veins for a girl who never deserved the hand she was dealt. And the pure lust firing straight down to my cock the moment her demeanor changed.
I wasn’t paying her in this moment. I never wanted to do that again, even if it was for a date. The only money she would see from me would be for her own good. To help her.
