Chapter 8

The next afternoon came quietly. Lily had not seen Gerald since the night before when he told her about the birthday dinner. She sat in the large sitting room of the penthouse, legs crossed, staring out at the city. The place felt too big and too silent without him.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. Several men and women stepped out carrying boxes, tall racks of clothes, and heavy makeup kits. One of the women, a sharp-eyed stylist with a tablet in her hand, walked straight toward Lily.

“Miss Robinson? We are here to prepare you for the party tonight. Mr. Maldovo’s orders.”

Lily stood up slowly. “Alright.”

They got to work right away. The team moved around her like they had done this a hundred times. Racks of dresses were wheeled in. Shoes, jewelry, and bags of undergarments followed. Lily was guided into a chair. 

They started with her hair, washing and styling it into soft waves that fell down her back. Makeup came next. Soft but bold, dark lashes, a deep red lip that made her mouth look fuller. Two hours passed in a blur of hands, brushes, and quiet instructions.

When they finally stepped back, one of the women held up a mirror.

Lily stared at herself. The little red dress they had chosen was dangerous. It was short, backless, and dipped low in the front, showing enough cleavage to make any man hard just from looking. The fabric hugged her curves tightly. High heels made her legs look longer. She barely recognized the woman in the mirror.

The elevator chimed again. Gerald stepped out.

The entire styling team straightened at once. The lead stylist gave a polite nod.

“Mr. Maldovo. We are finished. She is ready.”

“Good,” Gerald said. His voice was calm but carried clear authority. “You can leave.”

The team moved quickly. They packed the remaining kits, rolled the empty racks toward the elevator, and stepped inside without another word. The doors closed behind them, leaving the penthouse quiet again.

Only then did Gerald walk toward Lily.

He stopped the moment he got a full look at her. His dark eyes moved slowly from her face down to her chest, over her waist, and along her bare legs. Lust filled his gaze so clearly that Lily felt heat rise in her cheeks.

He closed their distance without a word. One hand grabbed her waist and pulled her close. His other hand slid down the front of her dress, heading straight between her legs.

Lily caught his wrist fast. “Don’t. You will ruin the look.”

Gerald laughed, low and amused. “My little toy is giving me orders now? Very well.”

He did not pull his hand away right away. His fingers pressed lightly against the thin fabric over her pussy, just enough for her to feel the threat. Then, to her surprise, he stopped. He let go and stepped back, still smiling.

“You are right,” he said. “Not yet.”

He guided her toward the elevator with a hand on the small of her back. The touch stayed warm and possessive the whole way down. When the doors opened in the lobby, every set of eyes turned toward them. 

Men stared openly at the way the red dress clung to her body. Women looked too, some with envy, some with pure hunger. Lily kept her chin up and walked beside him. She felt the attention like heat on her skin.

The black limousine waited at the curb. Gerald opened the door and waited for her to slide in first. He followed, then immediately pressed the button that raised the dark privacy barrier between them and the driver.

The moment the barrier locked into place, his hand was on her.

“Gerald—”

He did not let her finish. He pushed her legs apart, slid the short hem of the red dress up, and shoved two thick fingers straight into her pussy. Lily gasped. She was already a little wet from the way he had looked at her upstairs, and his fingers sank in easily.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her ear. “Already wet for me.”

He curled his fingers and started fucking her with them hard and deep. The wet sound filled the quiet back of the limo. Lily’s head fell back against the seat. 

Her hands gripped the leather as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, rubbing that sensitive spot inside with every stroke. His thumb found her clit and pressed down in rough circles.

“Gerald… shit…”

“That’s it,” he said, voice dark and pleased. “Take it. You told me not to ruin your look. Now you take what I give you.”

He finger-fucked her faster. The wetness grew louder. Lily’s hips started moving against his hand without her meaning to. Pleasure built quick and sharp in her belly. Her thighs trembled. She bit her lip to keep from crying out too loud.

Gerald watched her face the whole time. “Come on my fingers. Now.”

The order pushed her over. Lily came hard, her pussy clenching tight around his fingers as the orgasm ripped through her. A broken moan left her throat. Her body shook. Gerald kept moving his fingers through it, drawing every last pulse out of her until she was panting and weak against the seat.

Only then did he pull his hand away. He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them clean while looking her straight in the eye.

“Don’t tell me what to do again,” he said, voice playful but full of warning. “I am the one who decides when and how I touch you.”

Lily tried to catch her breath and pull her dress back down. Her legs still felt shaky. Before she could fully fix herself, the limousine slowed and stopped.

Gerald stepped out first. Then, to her surprise, he opened the door for her and held out his hand. She took it and climbed out on unsteady legs. The cool night air hit her flushed skin.

They walked toward the grand entrance of the private estate where the party was being held. Lights glowed everywhere. Expensive cars lined the driveway. Armed men in suits stood near the doors.

Mako appeared from the side and fell into step with them.

“Boss. Everyone is already inside..”

Gerald’s mouth curved into a wicked smile. He looked down at Lily, still flushed from the orgasm he had just forced out of her in the car.

“It’s show time,” he said.

His hand stayed firm on the small of her back as they walked inside together.