BASTARD IN A SUIT のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

MEREDITH'S POVMy limbs were sore, and my vagina felt as if it weighed ten pounds. It was swollen to the point I thought it would explode. I reached my hands over my head and stretched my tired muscles, releasing an unladylike yawn while I was at it. A shadow appeared before my closed eyes, interrupting the warm, soft red glow of the morning sunlight on my eyelids. I couldn't help but beam as I heard his feet gracefully move over the floor in the direction of the bed. I used my instincts to pinpoint where he was and reached my palms out and grabbed him by the top of his shirt. I wasted no time as I planted a wet kiss on him. His lips were like cement, chapped and unmoving against my mouth. His body was scrawnier than I remember, and his cologne smelt like something he picked up at the dollar store. He was struggling against my hold, almost like he was fighting to pull away from me. His grunts and moans didn’t sound like those of pleasure, it was like he was fighting not to throw up.

MAXIMILIAN'S POVI made my way to the lobby, resisting the temptation to storm back into my suite and give Meredith another dose of this dick. Her body and pussy were addicting, leaving me feeling like a true addict. I wanted her all the time, every time. My plan was to devote the rest of the weekend to her, so I could pamper her and worship her. I wanted to buy her everything her little heart desires, but first I had to do some damage control. I had to prevent the news of our sexual encounter from reaching Lenox before I was ready for it to come out. I couldn’t let this ruined my plan of getting Meredith away from this lifestyle. I saw Paxton in the lobby with his mouth down the receptionist's ear. "Good morning," I announced after clearing my throat, and the woman looked at me with surprise. She offered me a brief nod while Paxton pressed a kiss onto her cheek before directing his attention to me."Damn, you look — reborn," he grinned. Indeed, I was. I was baptized inside of Mere

MAXIMILIAN'S POVIt had been 5 days, 19 hours, 26 minutes, and ... I paused, checking the time on my Rolex watch... 17 seconds since I'd spent that unforgettable night with Meredith Carver. I couldn't fucking eat, sleep, or focus on my work. Every time I closed my eyes, images of her perfect body squirming beneath mine kept playing over and over in my head like reruns of my favourite movie. And let's be honest, Sharon Stone in Basic Instincts has nothing on Meredith. She responded to my touch in a way no other woman has. The smell of her heated pussy made my mouth water. I told myself I'd never be able to look at a bottle of whipped cream or strawberries without thinking about her, without reflecting about how sweet she tasted.Her presence etched itself in my thoughts like a tattoo. I'd need surgery to remove her.I completed lunchtime without dashing to the bathroom at work for a private moment, yet as the hours dragged on, I ultimately gave in. I was positioned over the toilet wi

MEREDITH'S POVA calm smile carved its way across the woman's face. She stood nearly 6 feet tall. In her hand, she carried a bottle of wine and topped off my almost empty glass again. Nodding in acknowledgement, I lifted my cup for another drink, keeping an eye on her as she chugged from the bottle. When did she get here? Why did she come here? I was furious. I just wanted to be left alone. "So why are you hiding behind a plant? Don't you enjoy dancing?" she asked. "I'm not one for dancing," I replied, frowning beneath the mask. "I was never taught quite how to dance for grand events like this."She seemed amused, the smile taking on a sardonic cast. "Grand? House Crawford's balls are of high quality, yes, but 'grand' may be too generous," she spoke while her eyes looked around the area. "Bode Crawford is a beast of a man. But he tries to compensate for what he's lacking, if you know what I mean, by ensuring to paint how rich

MEREDITH'S POVI was still feeling flushed from that kiss with Blake. I sensed that she was an appealing woman, full of intrigue and excitement. I wish I didn't have to go through with this auction, and I was free to do what I wanted, but I knew what was at stake and I would rather die than leave Brenda trapped in those clutches of that fucking wicked man. As if the devil heard his name, he strolled into the bedroom I was in. Mary left us alone so we could talk. "Ah, if it isn't the virgin," he laughed heartily. Another fellow shuffled in behind him. He was wearing an old suit that was in dire need of a dry-clean. "This is my attorney, Mr. Wayland. He will go over the contract with you to make sure I'm not tricking you.""No need to do that, Mr. Fuller. I had already had someone review it for me.""Really?""Yes," I replied. Brenda got me a copy, and she sent it to Paxton, whose lawyer looked it over and said all was well. Paxton was such a nice guy, and he was really into Brenda, b