Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
I turn it off and sit back. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was said between the two of them. Bethany wants her to think that she was up in my office fucking me. The question is why?
Is Bethany jealous of my wife? I mean, we fucked around, but it was never more than sex. I used her, and she enjoyed it. That was that. Maybe she did it knowing Lake would come up here and be punished. Or maybe she was hoping Lake would find a guy and retaliate. Making me push my wife away so I’d fuck Bethany again.
Making my way down to the first floor, I get off the elevator and go over to the bar while the “S & M” club remix by Rihanna plays as the purple and blue lights flash to the bass.
Beau spots me from behind the main bar and frowns. “Everything okay, boss?” he yells as I approach the server station.
I lean over the counter and holler back, “Have Nicki take over Lake’s section for the rest of the night.”
“Not sure why you even gave her a section to begin with.” I look to my right and see Bethany now standing next to me. She nods to Beau and orders a bottle service for one of her tables.
I decide to keep my mouth shut for now. I want to see how this plays out. I like my wife jealous.
Bethany looks up at me at my silence and adds, “She can’t cut it.” Pressing her side into the bar, she pushes her tits into my face. I’ve never cared about them before, so I’m not sure why she’d think I do now.
“She can.” I decide to say, defending my wife. “But I’d rather have her on her back than working on her feet tonight.”
Her eyes widen at my words for the briefest second before narrowing at my comment.
Beau laughs, handing Bethany her order. I tap the bar top with my knuckles and then turn, walking off and making my way back up to my office.
TWENTY-ONE
LAIKYN
I wake the following day, and my ass is still on fire. I fell asleep on my stomach to help relieve the sting, but I woke up on my back. I also woke up alone. I don’t remember Tyson coming upstairs last night. After he spanked me like a child, I ran to the apartment and cried myself to sleep.
I was embarrassed, ashamed, and wet from what he did to me. I’m glad he didn’t make me remove my cum-covered thong and fishnets in his office to check.
But I learned a lesson. He can hand me over to another Lord. And I don’t want that. I’ve seen Lords over the years and know what some wives have been through. Heard my mother’s friends cry to her before because of what they were made to do. Tyson is a fucking bastard, but it could be worse.
Sitting up, I hiss in a breath at the stretch of skin from his belt across my ass and upper thighs. I manage to get off the bed and get dressed. He didn’t even let me finish my shift last night. Not like I could have. Nobody wants to be waited on by a crying woman who looks like a mess.
When I realize I’m alone in the apartment, I make my way to the elevator and down to the first floor. It opens, and I immediately hear voices. One being Tyson’s.
I step out and the dance floor comes into view. I see the back of Tyson standing by the main bar, dressed in a new pair of dark gray slacks and a black button-up. Two police officers stand in front of him. One guy has his hands on his belt. The other hangs onto the top of his shirt, gripping his collar.
“Lake?” the one with his hands on his shirt says when my eyes meet mine.
“Collin,” I say, smiling.
Tyson spins around at the sound of my voice, and the look on his face has my smile dropping.
“What the hell are you doing here, babe?” Collin asks, looking me up and down. The flirtatious smile on his face tells me he has no idea that I’m now a married woman.
Before I can answer, the other cop clears his throat. “Can we stay on track here?”
I walk over to stand next to Tyson and ask, “What’s going on?”
“Ma’am,” the one I don’t know speaks, holding out a picture to me. “Have you seen this woman?”
I take it in my hand and recognize her instantly. “I—”
“She has not.” Tyson answers for me, yanking it from my hand and handing it back to the cop. “I’ve already told you. The woman hasn’t been here.”
I look up at him, confused as to why he would lie. Maybe he hasn’t seen her here.