I spanked on one buttock until she reached five, and then the other buttock for another five. She was squealing happily but she asked me to stop, telling me she’d be good.
“Do you believe her, girls?!”
“No!” they boomed at once.
“Oh my God, no, please.” Clarissa beseeched me for real.
I smiled at her, assuring her nothing was going to happen without her consent. “Time for your other punishment.”
“What’s that?”
I got off the couch and helped her up, and then I lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist at the sudden move, afraid she’d fall. “I got you, naughty girl.”
“Thanks! You didn’t say what other punishment you have for me.”
“It’s time for your lap dance.”
“How’s that a punishment?”
“It’s punishment when you can watch but not touch until I say so.”
“Ohhhhh. Okay. That’s pure torture.”
I nodded with a grin as I sat her back on the sofa. The boys were having it freestyle with the other ladies, pressing them against the walls, spinning them around, letting them play around the thongs.
As the party got into full swing, and I was getting ready for the lap dance, my mind finally Gabi-free, I saw the blue eyes that held me captive and had no intention of ever letting me go.
CHAPTER27
Gabrielle
Knowing something and witnessing it were totally different things.
Knowing Fabio touched other women and let them touch him back for a living was a concept much easier to digest when it wasn’t accompanied by visual aids. Witnessing him in action was a whole different story.
Conflicted emotions swirled inside me as a fight started between my mind and my body.
This depraved, decadent man could not be my fiancé. Even if it was fake.
This man was so hot, and what he was doing to that girl got me all hot and bothered.
I kissed this man, and he kissed me back, many times, and he said he liked me. Many times. Why the heck was he touching someone else?
Why did it annoy me so much I couldn’t stay at that place any second longer?
My heart went louder than the music. My heels were sharp as I raced outside the hotel. Cold air whipped my hair around while my eyes fought the urge to cry.
Part of me wanted to run as quickly as possible so I wouldn’t have to speak to him. Another part wanted him to leave the girl and come after me. I jumped into Mr. Duncan’s car, but my eyes kept glancing back at the empty hotel entrance.
“Should I drive or are we waiting for someone?” Mr. Duncan asked.
I took another glance, but no one ever came out. “Not anymore. Take me home, Mr. Duncan, if you please.”
I carried my load of aches and problems back up to my apartment, every step heavier than the next.
All my plans to salvage the rubbles of my life crumbled down by a heavy spanking and a lap dance.
Fabio hated my guts so much he wouldn’t even try to speak to me, let alone save me from the mess I’d put us both in. Fletcher’s death trap was inevitable. It was official. In a week, I was going to lose everything my husband had worked his ass off for along with everything I had left.
