"Just like that?" he suddenly uttered, causing me to freeze. "After that hardcore fuck—tied me up, blindfolded me and shit—you’re going to disappear again? Like the last time?"Then light spread across the room.I panicked. He might see my face.I felt the bed dip behind me. His hand brushed my hair to the side, exposing my shoulder but blanketing it with a warm kiss.Gasping for air from the sensation, I looked the other way."You’re expecting me to stay?" I breathlessly asked."Why not?" He kissed the crook of my neck as his hand reached for my right breast, giving it a squeeze as if he had no idea how worn out my body was from his "animalistic" kind of touch."As far as I know, 'the' Johnny Miles never sleeps with any of his women. One fuck, and then done. Where’s that Johnny-Johnny now?" I asked, and I felt his hot breath hit my skin, causing goosebumps."So, you know me too well," he uttered, amused. "You’re right—aside from you, I only slept with one woman. But I was always the
I pulled Johnny by the tie of his shirt, which was loosely hanging around his neck as we entered the elevator.Making out in public was never on my bucket list, but here I am—freaking lapping the heck out of Johnny’s lips beside a couple of ladies who are clearly not vibing with the atmosphere we just dragged in.A moan slipped out of my lips when he reached for my butt cheek and gave it a good squeeze.I can feel myself heating up by the second. I feel hotter and hotter—like a fever rushing through my veins.The elevator dinged just a few floors below where the party was still going, and Johnny started dragging me toward his room.“Fuck…” he grumbled between kisses, struggling to slide the card in. I get it—the kiss is too much.I chuckled and pulled away, breathless. “Open the door, handsome. Or are we doing it right here in the hallway?”He obeyed.The moment we stepped in, the lights were dimmed—like the room knew exactly what was about to happen.I feel so alive.I’ve never felt
I peeped through the curtain—and I think my stomach just dropped somewhere on the floor.Johnny’s cousins. And a bunch more of his relatives.All of them.I clutched my jacket tighter around me like it could shield me from what I was about to walk into.All beautiful men. Sitting like kings on their thrones, drinking, laughing, having the time of their lives. All hyped for the main event.The ladies.Where the hell is Johnny?He has to be here before this starts. I can't find him, and I’m freaking out. He's the reason why I'm in this situation.Apparently, there were last-minute changes to the bachelor party. It was supposed to be on a yacht—classy, secluded. But no. Now it’s here, in a darn suite turned makeshift nightclub.And the person behind all this is Tamara. And said there’d be twenty guys tops. But from what I can see, it’s at least double that. Maybe more.Again, where the actual fudge is Johnny?!The room is dim. Like the suite transformed into a secret club for rich, power
I woke up alone in bed this morning, feeling all wrecked and soggy. There was no sign of Johnny anywhere in my apartment—not even a lingering warmth or a dent in the sheets.What else did I expect? That his so-called confession would be enough of a reason for him to stay?Joke’s on me if I believed him.He was desperate to fill a need, and I gave it to him.Who am I to him anyway? If it weren’t for how familiar my skin and body felt to him, he wouldn’t have touched someone like me.After all, I’m just his stiff, weirdo secretary—haunted by the past, unsure about the future, and constantly predicting it with way too much hope."Are you okay?" Tamara asked, eyeing me from head to toe. "Because you’re walking like a train hit you.""Oh, yes, I was wrecked by the train between your son's thighs," I wanted to say, full of sarcasm. Instead, I just shook my head and fumbled for a decent excuse.I was dragging a suitcase that weighed more than I did beside her, looking like gravity was second
“Are you sure you don’t want me to—” Stefano asked, nodding toward the building as I took my seatbelt off.I was ready to be free—from my clothes, from my shoes. Ready to put my feet up, soak in a two-hour bath, and knock out in a coma-level beauty sleep.Tamara texted me an hour ago, reminding me about Seattle. We’re meeting at exactly nine tomorrow morning.I’m already packed... and lowkey terrified of whatever’s going to happen at that bachelor party. More than that, I’m nervous about what Tamara has planned for me to do.I’m gonna need to confess my sins again after this, aren’t I?“You make it sound like I need to walk ten blocks home,” I told him. “It’s not like I’m gonna get lost. You still have to go to work, remember?”He sighed, defeated. “Right.”Honestly, he deserved a proper thank you.So I leaned in and gave him a soft peck on the cheek.He stiffened. The streetlamp outside was our only source of light, but it was enough to see the way his ears turned red on the spot.“T
"Disappointed?" Stefano asked after revealing his mystery to me.I wanted to believe I didn’t get a head start, but I remembered he warned me about it. It was me who didn’t think it through—but who am I to judge?I was about to say something when a woman came out of the basement, being dragged by Theodore “the kid” by her skirt. She wiped her forehead and let out a dramatic scream of exhaustion, massaging her back with the other hand."About time!" she yelled, turning to us with a warm, wide smile. "Well, well, well. If it isn’t the great Stefano and his princess. Hi!" she greeted so enthusiastically I was taken aback.She looked just like Stefano—only more confident, louder, and brighter. Literally. She wore a silver top like she just came from a disco, and had a dangling belt around her waist.But what didn’t match her outfit were the rubber boots and gloves—wet and dirty."Uh... Cassidy, this is my sister, Gabriella. Gabriella, Cassidy. My friend," Stefano introduced us, waving his