Page 88 of Worth Loving You

Wyatt Shaw

Chastity was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the baseboards in the lobby of her spa. This was our last cleaning day, and there wasn’t much left to do. The woman was a beast when she set her mind to something.

“Hm?”

“Did she fall for it?”

My thumb scratched up and down the side of my nose, my brows lowering. “No, boss. She’s not falling for it.”

She stretched further, her chest closer to the floor, her ass high in the air. My dick hardened, my gut coiling. Suppressing the groan, I pulled at my nape and looked away. Across the room was the logo I’d designed for her, painted on the main wall. Filling most of the space, it had taken me several days to get it just right, but now, even I was proud of the work.

Of course, Chastity had been overexuberant, dancing, squealing, clapping, even tearing up, she’d been so happy. Having never instilled such a reaction from anyone, I had merely stood there, gawking at her emotions, another piece of my animosity toward her chipping away.

“How is she not falling for it?”

“What can I say? I’m losing my touch.”

He huffed, making sounds on his end of the phone. “It’s weird. She’s refused every single one of your advances?”

“Yup.”

“Maybe she knows what we’re up to.”

“Or maybe she just really loves you, Milo.”

“But all the other chicks fell for it. Whenever you put on the moves, they buckle and sleep with you.”

“And none of them loved you, boss. They were gold diggers. Chazzy ain’t about that.”

He huffed a second time. “I dunno, man. She’s been awful eager to accept everything I’ve given her since the beginning. Hell, that’s how I convinced her to sleep with me.”

“Well, maybe it started out that way, but now it’s different. It’s different for you this time, isn’t it?”

He heaved a sigh. “Yeah, maybe. I gotta know before I buy her a ring.”

“You really gonna marry this one?”

“If I can trust her, then hell yeah.”

“You can trust her, boss. I’ve hit on her several times and every time, she’s shot me down.”

It was a lie, well, a partial lie. The day in the subway was borderline consent and rebuttal at the same time. She wanted me, she just hated herself because of it.

So why was I hiding this from him? Why wasn’t I telling him that I was close to bagging her? If he knew, he’d drop her down to side chick status, or cut her off altogether.

I glimpsed past my shoulder, my insides lurching. Her spine was bent further toward the floor, her knees spread wide. Her thighs were still touching, but I already knew from experience it felt good having my dick there.

I’d never been attracted to an overweight woman before, and hated the fact I was expected to seduce her. When she stepped out of Milo’s room that night, in that dress, her hair and makeup done, I’d been so dumbstruck by her natural beauty, I’d dropped my glass to the floor.

And later that night, when I caught her in that goddamn negligee? Fucking Christ! It felt like someone punched me in the gut and ripped my soul right out of my body.

I think things changed the most when Milo pounced on her in the backseat. Hearing her cries, smelling her juices, watching her face in the rearview mirror, seeing the way her body writhed and bounced. When her nails clawed at my neck and she came, I almost did, too. As soon as I dropped them off in front of the restaurant, I had parked in the garage and jacked off twice.

I didn’t say anything because Chastity really did love him. She wasn’t after his money. She wanted him.

Jesus, how I wanted her. If I told Milo she was weakening, she’d be removed from my everyday life. I wasn’t ready for that. I rather enjoyed having someone around that thought I was worth more than guarding a Pampinella. It was nice having a secondary worth. When my very existence was based on one fact, it put a lot of pressure on my shoulders to never fail. Through Chastity’s viewpoint, I had other, just as important, aspects.

A cynical snort caught the back of my throat. Of course, it was all for nothing, for failure meant Milo’s death. If I did not live up to what I was created for, he would die, and then Theodore Pampinella would have me erased from the face of the earth for letting harm come to his son. There was no backup, no need for me to be good at anything other than guarding Milo.