“What would you say to packing some things up from your place and filling up some of my drawers?”
Her smile is so bright, beaming right into my chest.
“I’d say it’s going to cost you.” She winks.
“How much are we talking?” I know she’s just teasing, so I play along. But I am going to deal with her financial issues. My woman is no longer going to be shaking those tits to make a buck. I don’t want her showing them to another man ever again. She needs to focus on school—and me. I want her undivided attention whenever she’s not studying.
“Lots and lots of kisses.” She bites down on her smile. “I like your licks too. The way your tongue fucks into me.” I’m going to lick that little cunt right now, drill her hard. “And this.” She squeezes my dick through my pants. “I’m going to need it multiple times a day.”
Fuck. She’s going to make me come.
“Tell you what. You move in here permanently, and I’ll give you everything. Everything your heart desires.”
“My heart desires you.”
The words nearly make my heart stop, stealing my breath. I’m going to marry this girl. Lauralyn Paisley Prince is going to be my wife. The princess is going to be mine. Talk about a crazy twist to my story.
“My heart desires you too, baby. With a capital L.” It feels too soon to speak the truth, but I need her to know how deep things are going for me.
The tears in her eyes say it all. It’s a done deal. This girl is mine.
14
Lauralyn
Idon’t recall ever waking up feeling so at peace. Every day has always started with some lump of stress in my stomach about what I was going to face: my mother, my stepmom, Collin, Holt, money issues, sleezy men, Portia. But now, it’s all gone. Thanks to my bully.
I almost have to laugh at that.
He stole my breath away last night, asking me to move in with him—hinting to the L word. I didn’t want to say it for fear of pushing him away, but I think it’s safe to tell him how I feel. Only… He’s not in bed. I turn in the sheets, looking toward the bathroom, but it’s empty. The time on the clock surprises me. It’s almost noon. No wonder he’s no longer in bed. I’ve nearly slept half the day away.
But that’s because he kept me up all night.
I pad my way to the bathroom, showering and getting ready before I go on the hunt for the sexy man. Low voices seem tobe coming from his office. I tiptoe my way down the hall, not wanting to interrupt if it’s not a good time.
“There’s one condition if I’m going to agree to the deal.”
It sounds like Hemsworth. They must be negotiating the terms of the contract. I probably shouldn’t disturb them. This is what Deuce has been waiting for.
“What do you want?” Holt asks.
“If I sign those papers, I want a night with Lauralyn.”
I bite back my gasp as I hear his demand. That man is incorrigible. And old enough to be my father. I’m not going to sleep with him. And there’s no way Holt is going to agree. He doesn’t want another man touching me. He doesn’t want me dancing anymore either. I told him I wasn’t going to start mooching off him just because we’re living together, but he said it’s his job to protect me now. Which means he’s going to protect me from that old man.
It’s exactly like the movieIndecent Proposal. Hemsworth kind of even looks like Robert Redford too.
“Fine,” Holt states. “She’s yours for a night. But not until that hundred million hits our account. And there will be some new terms added to the contract to ensure her safety.”
He’s agreeing? He’s actually going to sell me to that man for money. I feel like the hall is starting to spin. Like my heart is going to pound through my chest. Does love mean nothing to him? Is this just some sick game? It feels like I’m just a pawn to him. Like I’ve been played a fool to get what he wants.
“Shall we draw up the new terms of the contract right now?” Hemsworth asks.
“Better that we get this out of the way, so we can both get onto the fun stuff,” Deuce agrees.
I feel like I’m going to be sick. I turn on my heels, rushing back toward the bedroom. I need to get out of here. I’m not goingto be sold like a whore anymore. I don’t care how much money he offers me; I’m not going to agree.
I quickly pack up the few things I came with, leaving all the slutty clothes Sorrin brought me on the bed. I blindly make my way downstairs, keeping my head tucked so no one can see my face. There’s something I need to do before I go pack up my apartment.
