“Haven’t you?”
“I know there were older women at La Mariposa, but that’s not how it works for most girls. We’ve got like until thirty to flaunt our bodies… and make money off it.”
Liam knew better than to argue with a woman about this.She sort of has a point.Every weekend, the BDSM clubs were filled with women who wouldn’t make the aesthetic cut at La Mariposa, all of them having the times of their lives with random men who were more than happy to help them fulfill their fantasies.Been that guy a few times…He had been shocked when he got with Benson and discoveredhowmany women had threesome fantasies with two men. Most only kept it to the club and wanted monogamy or the single life outside of it. But in places like The Dark Hour? The center of a gangbang party could as easily be an overweight forty-year-old with cesarian scars and greasy hair as a twenty-something with a tight ass and perky tits.
But, again, they were doing that for the thrill of it. Most actually paid for the privilege to fulfill those fantasies. It was a different game than making a proper living out of sex work.
“I’ve dated sex workers before,” Liam said. “Escorts. Prostitutes. Cam girls. Whatever you wanna call them, or whatever they did. It has its own challenges, but compartmentalizing what she does with other guys for a living and how she is with me is the central quirk to it all. If a relationship ended because of her work, it was her decision, usually. Only once did I end it because I felt like she wasn’t being entirely truthful, and when you have the kind of appetites I do, communication and openness are key.” Liam hated surprises. Like suddenly being broken up with because his name was Cassandra, and he could see the future.
Seriously, fuck you, Ben.
“I just don’t know if that’s what I want to have define my mid-20s,” Eden confessed. “But the money… $200,000 in one year for six total days of having sex with rich men.”
“There’s also no guarantee you’ll enjoy yourself as much as you did last time.” Liam couldn’t help but grin. “Ahem.”
“It doesn’t matter, I guess,” Eden said. “Ben would be mad if I even brought it up.”
“I don’t know aboutthat…” Knowing him, he’d get all excited by the thought of his girlfriend fucking all those guys, but not the lack of him being there.And like I’m letting him pay to be there… and make things hell for her…“But he probably wouldn’t want you to go, no.”
“And right now, I value our relationship more than some money.”
“You’re a thoughtful woman, love.”
“Besides, his daughter now knows who I am, and she’s pissed. I’m in this shit now.”
“What?”
That was news to Liam, and as Eden described the unplanned encounter with Drew, he wanted to bury himself in his pillow.Finally, something that embarrasses me.
“So, that’s going on now,” Eden concluded.
“I’m sure Drew is just adjusting to her father dating someone your age. And even that makes it sound like it’s bad…”
“I don’t think she knows about your involvement.”
“I think we should keep it that way for now. Drew knewnothingabout the women her father and I dated. She only knew that we were engaged, and she saw me as her… stepfather, I guess.” Even admitting that now made his throat dry.Poor kid.Drew had just been as upset by the breakup as everyone else, but she had been a minor at the time, and even Liam knew he shouldn’t be contacting her.
It would be different now that she was twenty, but that didn’t mean Drew would be any more understanding. Or that it was a good idea for them to have some kind of familial relationship if Liam wasn’t with her father.
“She called you Uncle Liam, if I recall correctly.”
“The girl already had a stepfather. I guess she didn’t need two.”
“Yet you were talking about having kids with one of your previous girlfriends. I’d almost think youlikethe idea of being a dad.”
Liam shrugged. “Like you, love, I’m going through life the best that I can. Not a lot of things faze me. I’m lucky to have been as successful as I have been with money, because it lets me be relaxed and do the things I like in my spare time. Like having opportunities to go to Caribbean islands to fuck my balls off for a weekend and coming home with one of the best girlfriends ever, I guess.”
“You have such a way with words.”
“I know. I should write dirty stories.”
“You just wentrightthere.”
“I think maybe I actually wanna write dirty stories.”
“You could corner that market, my dude.”
“You get me.” He patted her thigh as she lay back down beside him. “That’s what I like about you, Eden. Oh, and your hot bod.”
