Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“She had a lot to say about Ms. Webster.”
“All lies, I’m sure.”
Hannah shrugs. “She’s concerned.”
“About what? The last time I checked, Brandy is a friend who I take as my plus one because of her father’s money.”
“I don’t know, Finn. This woman shows up out of nowhere and suddenly you’re buying her a new wardrobe, she’s staying in your place and you missed your golf game with the guys yesterday. Forgive me for thinking something is up here.”
I swivel my chair and look out the window. The casino is bustling with activity for a Monday. Most often these are the slow days. People have checked out from their weekend getaways, the conferences are over and the parties have ended. By Wednesday, everything will be in full swing again.
“She isn’t anyone that you have to worry about.”
“Well, can you at least tell me how you know her so I’m not thinking that you’re being blackmailed?” Hannah sighs, clearly frustrated. I understand her worries, but I can’t tell her how I know Macey. It’s bad enough that Brady already knows Macey is from my hometown, a little fact that I hope he’s forgotten. I don’t want the information getting back to Brandy because if she starts digging, that may embarrass Macey and I made her a promise that I intend to keep.
“I’m not being blackmailed, Hannah. Macey is someone I know, that’s all.”
“Fine. You know I worry.”
“I know and I appreciate it.” I turn back around to face her. “Can you get up a new phone on my account?”
“For Macey?”
I nod. Once again I find myself speaking before I realize what I’m doing. It’s been three days and I’m already finding ways to talk to her or make sure she can get in touch with me after our week is up. I’m breaking my own rules in my own fucking game and none of it makes sense.
“Does she need an apartment as well?”
I shake my head. From what I can gather, she doesn’t live in Vegas and I’m assuming she lives back in Spokane. I could be wrong. Part of me wants to ask, but the other part doesn’t want to know because I don’t want to care. Except I do want to give her a phone so I can selfishly keep tabs on her. How fucked up can I be right now?
“I don’t understand you, Finn,” Hannah says as she leaves my office. I don’t understand myself either.
I stare at the contract on my desk. Each word is jumbled together and doesn’t make sense to me. Pushing it aside, I pick up my phone and dial Lamar’s extension and ask him to come to my office.
“Morning,” he says, barreling into my office. I look up and motion for him to close my door.
“You look fucking tired.”
“I am.” I rake my hand over my face and through my hair, cringing at the spot where Macey pulled last night. I had my face buried between her thighs, feasting as if it was the last time I was going to eat and focused on giving her the best orgasm of her life. I’d push her to the brink and stop. I did this repeatedly until I went to pull away and she took matters into her own hands. The grip she had on my hair hurt, but having her come all over my face was worth it.
This morning before I left to come down for work I gave her an all-inclusive pass to the hotel, giving her every privilege she could ever want. Everything is on the house, from food to spa services. If she wants to get drunk and get her hair done, she can.
“Is she worth it?”
“Worth what?” I ask, needing to know exactly what he means.
“The money. That is some really expensive pussy. You’re paying her thirty, plus the wardrobe. So I’ll ask again, is she worth it?”
“She’s familiar,” I say, sighing. “I sort of knew her in high school. She’d go to a few of the same parties. I was told that she had a crush on me and I’d see her stare at me every now and again from across the room. I thought she was pretty and the few times I spoke to her she seemed smart. She wanted to get out of town as soon as she graduated. I thought she would’ve been a fun summer chick, but she’s from the wrong side of the tracks and my parents would’ve killed me. By the time graduation rolled around, my mom was sick and I was heading off to college, so we hooked up.”
“So you guys are reminiscing?”
“Not exactly,” I say, frowning. “The sex wasn’t memorable.”
“Ouch,” he says, blanching at my words.
Shaking my head, I stand and go over to the window. “I was eighteen and inexperienced. I didn’t know what I was doing.” Unlike now, where I know damn well she’s enjoying herself.