Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I knew that it was a humanoid of some sort. I could hear the heartbeat under my ear, where it rested on his chest. I righted myself on my three-inch killer Louboutin heels, compliments of the asshole, and two strapping arms came around me to keep me steady on my feet.
I looked up, and my eyes widened before a smile broke out on my face.
“Looking for me?” Huh? What does he mean?
“Hi, baby daddy.” I fell flat against his chest again.
Mace
Just as I thought, this chick is more trouble than she’s worth. I’d sat upstairs in my office listening in on her conversation while checking her out. When she told her friend she was going looking for me and I saw her moving along the deserted corridor that led to the stairs, I figured I’d better go after her.
“Take me somewhere and fuck me.” She made lewd gestures with her hips and stared at my dick.
“I’m not fucking you, lady. You’re drunk. I’m not trying to catch a sexual assault charge in the morning when your scruples jump up and bite you in the ass.”
“Am not. My name is Stephanie Winters. I live at 622 Give A fuck Lane. I am thirty-five years old, and I’m not drunk. I’m horny; now let's go, baby daddy. It’s not polite to keep a lady waiting.”
The next thing I knew, her hand was on my dick, and she had me up against the wall. Of course, I didn’t want to hurt her, so that helped in her manhandling of me. One of my security guys busted through the door and gave me a what the fuck look, but I waved him off. “She’s fine. Her friend is at the bar. Tell her…tell her Stephanie is with baby daddy, she’s safe.”
This one grinned and wrapped her leg around my calf and an arm around my neck, pulling me down to her mouth. Have you ever tried wrestling a drunk size sixteen female with tits and ass for days? It ain’t easy.
No matter where I put my hands to ward her off, my dick got hard, and she was relentless. I half carried half dragged her up the stairs to the private room in the office. This office was separate from the rest of the guys, so I had no fear of anyone walking in on us after I put her to bed.
I tried putting her in there and leaving to give her some time to sleep it off before taking her home though I have no clue where Give A Fuck Lane happens to be. I shook my head as I took her shoes off, asking myself just what the hell I thought I was doing.
Short answer, with the shit that’s going on around here, I don’t want her to end up a statistic; long answer; after listening in on her conversation with her friend, I wanted to know more.
I heard a commotion outside the door and then a female voice leveling threats. I stepped back into the office and closed the bedroom door. On the monitor, I saw her friend giving security hell.
I snatched the door open. “Hello, Natalie.” She had the look of an owl who’d been caught mid-hoot. “Come in; your friend is safe.” I waved her through the door, and she rushed to the bedroom to see for herself.
“Steph, wake up.” She kept looking at me sheepishly. “This is so embarrassing, she never acts like this, and that’s not just a line.” She went back to trying to wake her friend up in between reassuring me of her sainthood. I’ll wait on that one.
Each time she pulled Stephanie up from the pillow, she fought her off and laid back down. “Why don’t you leave her here for tonight? I’ll see she gets home in the morning.”
“Do I know you?” I smirked at her and went back through the door to the office.
MACE
I watched her friend struggle to get her up, but she wasn’t budging. There was a lot of one-sided whispering and then a loud disgruntled, ‘I’m not leaving without my dick,’ and then more mumbling before Nat came back out looking sheepish as all hell.
“What’s the matter with your friend?” I asked, tongue in cheek like I hadn’t listened in on their whole conversation at the bar. She looked back towards the room where her friend was passed out on the bed, then gave me a quick rundown of what led up to today’s theatrics.
“After the divorce, well, she went nuts.”
“Divorce, huh? How long ago was this?”
“Well, they split a while ago, but it just became final this week. That’s why we’re celebrating.”
“I see.” I can understand that, I guess, tying one on after something like that. Plus, the way she was ranting and raving about some short dick asshole who I’m assuming is the ex, she seems to have a lot of shit to work off her chest. Though she seems more interested in finding a dick to ride. Probably to make up for the ten years of mediocre sex she’d complained to her girl about.