Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
I lean down and take her lips. The kiss is softer and sweeter than anything we’ve shared. The kiss is like one lovers would share, not one given by someone hired to get you off. For a moment, I can almost forget how she came to be in my office, and I pretend that she’s my wife. She’s come to have breakfast with me, and our morning touches have turned into this.
The image of Kennedy wearing white and owning my last name flashes in my mind.
Chapter Six
Kennedy
I stand in the middle of Mason’s massive bedroom surrounded by so many boxes and bags I don’t even know where to begin. It’s a little overwhelming. The room looks like a retail store exploded in the middle of it. It’s left the once-impeccable space a total mess, which is a feat because it’s double the size of my old apartment.
We’d gone to so many stores today that they all started to blur together. Some, I couldn’t pronounce the names of, and some made me feel completely out of place. I’d get the strangest looks from the saleswomen until they saw Mason. Then their eyes lit up like they’d just won the lottery. Probably had something to do with the commission they earned off the shopping spree. Some of the places didn’t even have price tags on the items.
The whole time, Mason stood and watched me change from one outfit to the next. At first I thought it was sweet, how his eyes would never leave me. Then I started to wonder if this was simply what it was like, how he was with his mistresses. He had focused his crazy intensity on me, and I was sure every woman who had felt this before me loved it like I did. He said he’d gone through a lot of them. Maybe I was nothing more than something fun and new and he’d soon be done with me. When the novelty wears off, where will that leave me?
Definitely without a home, but maybe I can keep paying my bills for as long as this lasts. I know I have to try. Maybe I should Google how to be a mistress or something. Aren’t I supposed to be seductive? Because I am definitely not. I have no clue what I’m doing when he gets his hands on me. Thankfully he always just tells me.
The worst part is, I’m responding to it. I’m getting off on it when I shouldn’t be; I’m his plaything. He’s hired me to be his paid whore, but for some reason my body doesn’t care. In fact, it’s only making me hotter. The thought of him paying me—how he can do anything he pleases with me—makes my body throb with need. Something is wrong with me. This shouldn’t be turning me on. He made me suck his cock on demand, and I was too willing. Not because I was paid to, but because I wanted to. I wanted to please him, to touch him. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to make my body come alive again. Because that's what happened when his skin found mine. For those few minutes it was just us. We were only about pleasure, and the rest of the world slipped away. All of my worries and fears fell aside, and I was lost to him.
Until the reality started to slip back in. Like it’s doing right now. I stand alone in his bedroom. He rushed out the door and left me standing here, where he told me I’d be staying. Not in another condo or even another room. I’m to be in his bed every night. He made that very clear. In fact, he said when he got home, I better be naked in his bed.
What he didn’t tell me was what he was going to do. All I know is he got a call and was gone. A call from a woman, if my ears heard right. I hate how that made me feel. The jealousy that worked its way through me was almost uncontrollable. It’s none of my business. Last night, when I was lying in bed and wondering what I’d gotten myself into, I told myself that I should have walked out when I knew what being Mason’s assistant really entailed. That it was more than answering phone calls and taking appointments. I know I shouldn’t get attached to him. This is a job, something that will keep me off the streets and out of a shitty apartment where I fear sleeping most nights. This will keep my grandpa in a top-rate nursing home without the fear being unable to pay his bills.
The thing is, my mind and heart aren’t listening to each other. Something about Mason is drawing me in. The way he looks at me. The way he seems like he can’t get enough of me at times. But then the look leaves him like he’s flipped a switch. He can go from wanting me to dismissing me so quickly it’s unsettling. Almost like he’s mad at me for doing what he told me to do.