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LaylaI don’t knowwhat I’m doing as I climb into the back seat of a ridiculously expensive car. I must be crazy, I think. But Gina is all smiles as she gets in beside me. If she wasn’t with me, I wouldn’t be going back. It’s that simple. But I also don’t want to be evicted, and if I can somehow manage to take this job without things getting messy, then it could be an answer to my problems with Sam.We sit in silence for the duration of the drive, which isn’t too long. My heart is fluttering like a butterfly on crack as the gates to his house open and we slide silently up the driveway and park in front of his house.“Look at it!” Gina laughs as we get out. “MTV Cribs, right? Holy shit!”“Keep your voice down!” I scold her as the man who introduced himself as Al, who I assume is James’ man-servant of some kind, escorts us to the door. I feel even more nervous now than I did when I was coming in on my own with a wrapped-up plate of pulled pork.“Relax,” Gina tells me. “Why do you think h

LaylaI’m tingling.Buzzing with excitement that’s threatening to completely overpower the hesitance I feel at allowing something like this to happen. I know this is completely unprofessional and probably exactly what a guy like James is used to getting from a girl, but no matter how much I try to fight it, I can’t help myself.My lips feel swollen from his kisses and my body is alive as he caresses it with his strong hands—rough hands, not the kind you’d expect from a CEO.His arms wrap tightly around me as he kisses me, my pants stuck around my ankles like cuffs. I don’t know if I’m being ridiculous, but I’ve never felt so wanted by a man before. Just because I’ve never been with one doesn’t mean there haven’t been any that tried. But I have a good bullshit detector when it comes to pickup lines, and even though everything James has said to me has been perfect, like sweet caramel in my ears, I’m not picking up anything suspicious.In fact, by the way he’s kidding me now, I could almo

LaylaI’m a little shaken as I walk down the hall in one of James’ bathrobes that’s so big on me that I have to hold the sides up like Cinderella as I go downstairs. What’s going on, I wonder as I look around. What could be so important that James would interrupt what we were doing and leave?I don’t want to be conceited and act like I’m the most important thing in his world or anything. After all, he is an ultra-wealthy businessman. I’m sure he has all kinds of important things to attend to. The voice on the intercom, which sounded like Al’s, said it was about business, but I’m not buying it. I heard the pause—the hesitation. Whatever this is about, it’s not business.But I can’t even focus right now; I’m still in a daze from what just happened, not just in the kitchen, but upstairs in the shower. I’m bare down there, and I can feel the difference as I walk across the foyer. With the robe on, there’s a breeze against my tender skin where there never was before, and I’m tingling still

James I toss Layla face-down on my bed. She squeals as she kicks in the air, and when she lands, her gorgeous ass shakes in a way that lights a full-blown fury inside of me. I react instantly, grab her ass with both hands and pin her to the bed then spread her wide open.And there it is—her cute little asshole, puckered above her fresh, red pussy. I bury my face in her cheeks and run my tongue across everything that’s pink. Her gasp of surprise causes my cock to flex as a fresh wave of lust jolts through me.I’ll have that hole too, just not tonight. One step at a time.I lick her again and smother my face in her perfect ass. I could spend hours down here like this and not come up for air until she’s come so many times that she needs to rest for a week. I’ll give her more pleasure than she could ever imagine, because it’s what she deserves.I rise up behind her. She tries to turn onto her back, but I don’t let her. A firm hand on her back pins her to the mattress, and as I mount her

JamesI’m speeding home like a maniac. I check the time and curse. Layla will definitely be up by now, and she’ll be wondering where I am. I was hoping to get all of this out of the way before she got up, and be back so we could shower together, but as always, Becky fucked with my life and took up more time than I had to give, and now I’m scrambling. And on top of it all, I left my fucking phone in the office.Al came to me last night and told me that Becky, despite taking my money, was going to the press with her story about me being a dead-beat dad. I went over there, against my lawyer’s advice, to try and talk some sense into her, hoping that maybe some of the trust we once had in our relationship was still there and that she would see what she was doing was wrong.It didn’t work. In fact, it made things worse.She threw me out – told me the media was going to “eat me alive” and that I’d regret ever leaving her. I don’t really give a fuck about what the media says about me, but I d