Manhattan.Thebestpart?Well,it’sonlythreeblocksfrommyfuckinghouse,soifIhave
theurgetospraymycumonsomechick’sface,allIhavetodoiswalkdownthefucking
streetandinsecondssomedesperatestripperwillhaveherhandsalloverme.

Lola’s one of the strippers here at the Expose, but she’s not my favorite. In fact, I

really could care less about her, but she’s hot and can suck cock fairly well, so I’ll take
her.

We’re currently in one of the bathroom stalls at the club. You might be grossed out,

thinkingthatitsoundsprettynastytogetablowjobinadirtyclubbathroom,butwhenI
sayIforkoutadecentwadofcashtobeamemberoftheelitethirdfloorVIPsection,you
betterfuckingbelieveit’scleanasshitinhere.

Imean,Lolacanfuckinglickthefloorifshewantsto,butfornowIpreferhertokeep

lickingmyhuge,hardcock.

My cock is tough to swallow, but only in the best way. I’m twelve thick inches of

throbbing, pulsing man flesh, and I don’t fucking care who knows it. In fact, I’m damn

well proud of how long I am, and I’m happy to bury my cock into any pussy worth
digging.

I’malsotall,standingatsixfootfourincheswithastrong,chiseledjawlinethatmakes

everygirldrool.

I’mthedarkandbroodingtype,too,butIhaveacharismaticcharmthatluresallthe

sexychicksintomyarms.

Inevermissadayatthegym,soifyou’rereadytotouchamassivelydopeeight-pack,

I’vegotthemrightherewaitingforyouundermyshirt.Igetcomparedtocelebritieslike
RyanReynoldsandZacEfronallthetime.Let’sjustsayIhavetheperfectlooks,thefull
package,justlikeafuckingmoviestar—orapornstarifyou’remoreintothat.

Youfuckinglovethat,don’tyou?Ibetyou’refuckingsoakingwetnowjustthinking

aboutmeandmyrock-hardbody.

Well,rightnow,I’mnakedfromthewaistdownasmypantssitinaheaparoundmy

ankles.Lolaisfuckingworkinghermagiconmeandhasthebesttongueactionofanygirl
intheclub—buteventhoughshe’shot,she’snotthehottestbyfar.

Imean,she’sokayandall,butI’mjustnotthatintoblondechicksatthemoment.I’d

rather have a brunette or jet-black haired girl who knows how to hold her own—a true
fuckingNewYorkerjustlikeme.

ButLolacangiveaward-winningblowjobs,andI’mhappytobereceivingonefrom

her right now. I pull her up slightly. She’s naked except for a pink lacy thong currently
goingrightupherasscracklikefuckingdentalfloss.

I push her thong down because I want a good look at both of her sexy holes. “I’m

gettingreadytocome,”Igrowlather,butIwanttofuckherfirst.

Youprobablythinkwhatkindofassholefucksastripperinasexclubbathroom,butI

reallydon’tgiveafuckaboutwhatyouoranyoneelsethinksaboutme.I’magoddamn
multi-billionaireandIcandowhateverthefuckIwant.

IpulloutofLola’smouthandshewipesmypre-cumfromherlips,gazingupatme

withamischievoussmirk.

“Getonyourhandsandknees,”Iorderher.

She does as she’s told because she has no fucking choice—I’m in charge here. Lola

getsonallfours,andIleandownandfuckherpussydoggy-style.IgripherhipsasIplow
inandout,thrustingharderandfastertoconquermyaddiction,whichisintheformofan
orgasm.

AmIasexaddict?Whofuckingcares?Whatfuckingbusinessisitofyours?

Right when I feel the exploding sensation of my climax begin to hit me, I pull out

againandfinishoffwithmyhand.I’mnotallowedtocomeinsideofanyofthestrippers.
Iftheytellonme,I’masgoodaskickedoutofthebestclubinthecity.

IgrabLolatowhipherbackaround.Iwanttocomeonherbustychest.Iaimandtake

fire,shootingmyhotloadalloverherhugetits,mostlyhittingmymark.

It turns out that my target is a little off balance, though, because some of my cum

sloshesandshootsdirectlyontoaguy’sshoeinthestallbesideus.

It’satotalaccident,butthedudegroanswithfrustrationandannoyance.

“Whatthefuck?”heyells,andIhearhimopenuphisstalldoor.

The next sound I hear is his intrusive banging on the door to the stall where I’m

currentlydefilingLola.

“Someone’sinhere,”Isaycasually,andsmirkatLolalikethisissomefuckinggameI

love.TheguyknowsdamnwellI’minhere.

Lola responds by rolling her eyes and quickly dressing herself back in her work

uniform,whichjustsohappenstobeasexyasfuckromper-typeblackdress.

“Openup,asshole!”theguyyellsashecontinuestobangonthedoor.

Iwanttosaythesamefuckingthingtohim.Openwide,fucker,I’vegotmorewhere

thatcamefrom.

Ijumpintomypantsandbegintobuttonmyshirt,takingmysweet-asstime.Aftera

momentortwo,Iburstopenthedoor,beamingproudly.

“I’msorry,sir,canIhelpyouwithsomething?Youseemveryupset,”Irespondwith

cheerfulcondescension.

“Yeah,youfuckinggotcumonmyshoe.Thisisfuckingdisgusting!”Theguypoints

tohisfoot.

I place a hand on my hip and point to the shoe. “You know, I hear that works

fantasticallywellasshoepolish,”Iofferasasuggestion.

“Fuckyou!”heroars.

The man is tall and slender—gangly, actually—and reminds me of that fucking

cartoon character Gumby, although he’s not quite as green. He has a full head of light
brownhairandhe’swearinganugly-assbeigesuitwithanevenghastlieryellowtie.

Meanwhile, I zip my pants back up, really fucking slowly, as though it’s an

afterthoughtorsomeshit,butIwanttomakethisfuckerevenmoreuncomfortablethanhe
alreadyis.

Lolascurriesbetweenus,embarrassedandescapinginahuff.

“Hey, buddy, I can’t help what happened to your shoe. I’ll aim better next time.” I

winkathimandtrytomovepast.

“Howdareyouspeaktomelikethis!”theguyyells,butIcantellhe’sallbarkwithno

fuckingbite.

“Excuseme?”Ispinaround,nowI’mgrowingangry.“Whothehelldoyouthinkyou

are?”

“Don’tyouknowwhoIam?”theguyshouts,aveininhisforeheadbulging.

Iactuallyhavenofuckingcluewhothisdouchebagis,andIfranklydon’tcareeither.

“No,doyounotknowwhoIam?”Iraisethestakesandyellbackathim.

Inreality,I’maprettyfuckingbigdealastheownerandCEOofLoneWolfePictures,

oneofthebiggestproductioncompaniesinallofHollywood,eventhoughIspendatleast
halfmytimeinNewYork.

Thisguyshouldknowthat,right?Well,Isureasfuckthinkso.

Theguyapparentlydoesn’twanttowaitformetogivehimanexplanationbecauseI

seehisfistcomingatmeinthenextinstant—onlymyreflexesandtraininginboxinggive
metheupperhand,likeliterally.

I block his punch and land a clean blow on his face, knocking the motherfucker

backwardsonhisass.

OWEN

lightacigarinsideofmybrandnewredAventadorintheclub’sparkinglot.I
drawinadeepbreathoftheglorioustobaccoasitfillsmylungsandcalmsme
down.

Imightbefuckingoverthelinehere,butIdon’twantyouguystoseemethisway.I

bouncedfromtheclubinahurry,beforeblamecouldbecastonme.

I’m not one for negative press or limelight, and I’ll always bolt in a quick fucking

minuteifitmeansIcangetmyselfoutoftrouble.

Right before I press the button to turn on my car’s ignition, a well-dressed man

approachesthecar.Ihavenochoicebuttogreethimbecausemywindowisrolleddown
becauseofmycigar.

“Idon’tgiveoutchangetopeopleonthestreet.”Ismirkattheguywitharrogantflare,

eventhoughIcantellbythewayhe’sdressedthat’sprobablynotwhyhe’sstandingnext
tomycarwindow.

“Excuseme?”themanasksinconfusion.

Ishakemyhead;apparentlyit’sgoingrightpastthefuckingidiot’sbrain.“Nothing,”I

say.“Areyouwiththeclub?”Iask.

“Yes,sir.”Themannods.

“Ican’tfindmyGoldCard,”Isay,referringtomymembershiptothesexclubonthe

thirdfloorofthestripclub.Ilostitsomewhereinthetusslewiththemaninthebathroom.

“Sir,yourmembershipisgoingtobesuspended,”themansaysapologetically.

“What?” I shout. “I need to speak to Jay. He’s the manager. Go and fetch him,” I

demandwithasnapofmyfingers.

“Mr.Wolfe,I’mafraidthere’snothingthatJaycandoatthemomenttohelpyou,”the

mansighs,asifhe’susedtodealingwithjerkslikemeallthetimeandhehassomesortof
higherthannormalpatiencethreshold.

“Goandfuckinggethim,”Idemandwithmoreforcethistime.

Themanrollshiseyesandsighsagain.

“Fine.”Hespinsaroundandleaves.Inoticethathe’stallandalittlestockyandwears

a large black leather jacket. He’s probably one of Jay’s little fucking minions, I think
bitterly.

ItakeanotherdragonthecigarasIwaitforJaytocomeoutside,whichtomysurprise

he actually does. Jay is probably in his mid-sixties and has greying hair, probably from
having to run this club all these years. He’s also dressed in a business suit and, like
always,hasprofessionalpoise.

“Whatisit,Owen?”Hesays,leaningintotalktomethroughtheopencarwindow.

“What the fuck is going on? Why is my membership suspended?” I wail like the

spoiledfuckingchildIam.

Jay takes a deep breath, gearing up to explain himself. “The board already knows

aboutyourlittlerun-inwithInspectorFrench,”Jaysays.

“What?WhothefuckisInspectorFrench?”Iyelp.“Moreimportantly,howdoesthe

board even fucking know what happened? It was only like five fucking minutes ago!” I
shout, vaguely owning up to the fact that something actually did take place, and that it
mayormaynothavebeenslightlysketchy.

“That leads me to my next point,” Jay says, and leans against the car, still looking

downatmeintheseat.“InspectorFrenchisthemanwejusthiredinchargeofgradingthe
club.He’skindoffuckingimportant,Owen.”

“Oh,” I say, feeling the shock sink in—but I’m still unconvinced that my actions

warrant a suspension. “I still don’t understand what this shit has to do with me,” I state
firmly.

“Owen, you fucking punched the guy. There have to be consequences,” Jay states

patiently.

“He was trying to get a rise out of me!” I try and defend myself, but I can tell it’s

goingtobenofuckinguse.Theseassholesaren’tgoingtobackdown.

“Obviously, the Inspector went to the board and told them immediately what

happened. He’s shocked and told us that you came on his fucking shoe. Is that true
Owen?”Jayshakeshisheadindisgust.“Ifitis,that’sfuckinggrossasshit,man.”

“That’s beside the point,” I continue to argue, skirting around and dodging Jay’s

question.“I’magoddamnpayingcustomer;Ihavemyrights.”

“This isn’t a fucking court Owen.” Jay gives me a chagrined look. “The board says

youractionsaredisruptiveandworthyoftheoffense.Myhandsaretied,”headmits.

Ipoundthesteeringwheelinfrustration,thenlookbackatJayasanideacomestome.

“Letmetalktotheboard,”Irequest.

“Sorry,man.Nocando,”Jaydeniesfirmly.

“Whythehellnot?”Igrowl,desperationfillingmetothecore.

“Theydon’tspeakdirectlytothecustomers,”Jayadmits.“That’swhereIcomein,asa

liaisonofsorts.”

“That’sfuckingmadeupbullshit!”Iyell.

“Ican’thelpyou,Owen,”Jaysaysandwalksaway,apologeticallytellingmeIshould

gohomeandgetsomesleep.

Iwatchinfuryashewalksbackintotheclubandoutofsight.Istuboutmycigarand

speedoff.

YourememberthatIsaidIonlyliveafewblocksaway,right?Yeah,Icouldwalkto

theclub,butIjustgotthisfuckingnewcarandIwanttodriveitaroundforthehellofit.
Sosueme.

DidImentionIliverighthereinthecitythatneversleeps?Myridehomeisn’tlong,

butI’mpissedenoughtodriveahundredmiles;althoughrightnow,Ijustpulluptomy
ritzyandluxuriousapartmentbuilding.

Istepoutofthecar,tossingthekeystothevaletmanwhoappearstobealankyyoung

guy,wearingaredbellhopoutfitwithgoldtrim.

Igivehimaslightnodinthanksandgivehimaheftytipbeforewalkingtowardsthe

buildingtothelobbyinside.

“Goodevening,sir,”ourelderlydoormangreetsmewithatwinkleinhiseye.

“Hey,George.”Igivehimawinkandasmile.

GeorgeWorthingtonisthegluethatholdsthisbuildingtogether,andIcan’timaginea

worldwhereIdon’tseehisshiningfacewaitingformetocomehomeeachnight.

“Thankyou,George,”Isayandwalkpasthimasheholdsthedooropenforme.

I’m immediately hit with the refreshing coolness of air conditioning as I leave the

damp,humidsummernightbehindme.

Goodfuckingriddance,asfarasI’mconcerned.

I pound the elevator button to the forty-ninth floor where my penthouse apartment

overlooks Central Park. On the way up, a terrible thought comes rushing into my head,
andIknowI’mnotgoingtofuckingsleepawinktonight.

If I’m banned from the club right now, I’m going to miss my “date” with Crystal

Caspen, the prestigious five-star stripper that I’ve always wanted, but who’s always
fuckingbookedup.

IpunchtheelevatordoorasIexitintomyhallway,seethingwiththerealizationthat

I’m going to have to give up my coveted spot with her this month. I need to think of a
plan,andfuckingfast.

OWEN

he next morning, I’m still reeling from my unfair, bullshit ban from the
Expose Club and trying to brainstorm a way to weasel my way back into
myfavoritespotonearth.

I click on the lights to my corner office with the window overlooking the Hudson

RiverinLowerManhattan.IplopdownatmydeskandsighasIpressmytietomychest
andrubitssurfaceabsentmindedly.

“Uh,sir?”

IlookuptoseemysecretaryMelissastaringatme.She’sinherearlyfifties,thebest

inthefuckingbusiness.There’snotascheduleouttherethatMelissacan’ttame.There’s
notanassholeshe’stooscaredtosendaway.

She’smyultimatego-toperson,andI’mtheenvyoftheentertainmentworldbecause

ofher.

“Melissa?”Istareupather,wonderinghowshefuckinggotinheresofastbecauseI

justsatdown.

“Sorry,Ifollowedyouinhere,”shesays,adjustinghergreypantssuit.

“Oh,that’sokay.”Iwavemyhanddismissivelyandglancearoundmydesk,althoughI

havenofuckingcluewhatI’mlookingfor.

“YouhaveameetingwiththedirectorontheMillerprojectsetfornoon,andthenyou

haveatablereadingwiththeproducersontheupcomingaction/adventureflickatone.Do
you want me to push one of those back and one forward, so you have some additional
wiggleroomtogettobothontime?”

Melissaeyesmeexpectantlythroughherbig,greeneyes.Shehassandyblondehair,

whichshe’swearinginaponytail.Shehasnicecurvesbutshe’soutofmydesiredcomfort
rangeforageonawoman.

NotthatI’msayingI’dneverwanttofuckacougarbecauseI’dfuckingjumpatthe

chance,Ijustdon’twanttofuckanythingupwithMelissabecauseshe’sindispensable.

“Uh,”Istammer,feelingfuzzyinside.

“Owen,areyouokay?”Melissahasconcernetchingonherface.

“Me?Yeah…um,I’mfine.”Ismileandclearmythroat.

“Okay,”shesays,butIcantellI’mnotreallysellingheronthatfact.“Youjustseema

littledisoriented,that’sall,”sheadds.

Isquaremyshoulders.“Iwon’tbeparticipatinginanypitchesormeetingstoday,”I

sayfirmly.“Youneedtodoitinmyplace,”Idirecther,knowingfullwellshe’scapable
andtrustworthy.Thisisn’tthefirsttimeI’maskinghertodosomethinglikethis.

“Okay, whatever you need, sir.” She casts me a slight bow and begins to walk away

backtoherowndeskoutsideofmyofficedoor.

“Hey,Melissa?”Icalloutbeforesheleavescompletely.

Sheturnsbackaround.“Yes,sir?”

“Willyoufetchtheinternandtellhertobringmemymorningcoffee?Makesureshe

doesn’tfuckitupthistime.”

“Yes,Owen,ofcourse.”Melissagivesmeasmileandspinsonherheeltoleave.

Melissaisusedtomybossyundertones,andshetakesitallinstridelikewaterrolling

offaduck’sback.SheknowsexactlyhowIlikemyfuckingcoffee,too,withtwosplashes
ofcreamandnosugar.

Ijusthopethefuckinginternwilllearnhowtogetitfuckingright.Maybeatthatpoint

I’ll take the time to learn her name—although that’s doubtful, because the interns never
lastaroundhere;theyalwaysendupcrawlingbackintothesameholetheycamefromand
gettingarealjobsomewhereelse.

IdialmybestfriendVictorfrommyofficephoneandleaveitonspeakerphoneuntil

heanswers.Ipickupthereceiver.“Hey,man.”

“Hey,”Victorsays.

“What’s going on?” I ask, feeling like venting my problems to my number-one

wingman.

“Ijustgottowork,”Victorcomments.

Victor is a director for my films who lives in the façade of a sleepy life out in the

GreenwichsuburbsofConnecticutwithhiswifeandtwinfive-year-olddaughtersnamed
BelleandAllie.

He’snotconsideredabillionaire,orevenamillionaire,buthedoesprettyfuckingwell

forhimselfwhilehiswifemanagesthekidsathome,bakingandtotingthemaroundinher
brandnewSuburban.HelovestogototheExposewithmeanyfuckingchancehegets.

He’sbeenmyfriendsincefreshmanyearofcollege,andIfuckinglovehimtofucking

death.

“What’supwithyou?”Victorasks.

“Ashitstorm,”Ichuckle.

“Whatelseisnew?”Victorteases.

“Youwon’tbelievethefuckingnightIhadlastnight,”Ibegin.“Mychanceoftapping

Crystalandgettingafrontrowseattotastingthatsweetpussyisbecomingadreamonce

again.”Ishakemyheadwoefully.

“Whathappened?”Victor’svoiceiscurious.

“Crystalisgoingupinsmoke,yetagainuntouchable,”Icomplain,stillfuckingpissed.

“What the fuck did Owen Wolfe do now?” Victor cackles into the phone. He knows

mypersonalityfuckingwell.

“Well, it started with me fucking Lola in the third floor bathroom at the Expose,” I

begin.“Iaccidentallyshotsomeofmycumontothehealthinspector’sshoewhenhewas
inthestallbesideus.”Ishakemyheadwiththefuckingironyofthesituation,andinspite
oftheconsequencesIcan’thelpbutgrin.

“Damn,dude,”Victorresponds.

“So,ofcoursethefuckingprickhastogoandtattleaboutmetotheboardmembers.

JaytellsmemyGoldCardmembershipissuspendedfornow.”

“Sowhenwillyougetitback?”Victorasks.

“Ihaveyettofuckingfindthatshitoutmyself,brother,”Iadmit.

I’mdistractedmomentarilywhentheinternpopsintotheroom,holdingmycoffee.I

motiontothedeskforhertoplaceitdownandwaveherbackoutoftheoffice.

“So,whydidn’tyoujustpayoffthehealthinspectortokeephismouthshut?”Victor

laughs.

“Wow…that’s a really fucking great idea,” I admit. “In retrospect, I probably should

havefuckingdonethat,”Ichuckle.

Victor’ssuggestiongivesmeanideathat’sfulloffreshhope.“Hey,man,doyouthink

youcouldgotomymeetingsformeinmyplace?”

“What?HowthehellamIsupposedtodothat?”Victorprotests,butit’snotthefirst

timehe’shelpedmeeither,muchlikewithMelissa.

“Ihaveanidea,”Isay.“Ireallyfuckingneedyourhelpman.Don’tmakemebeg.”

IhearVictorsigh.“Okay,Owen,butyouoweme.”

Ilaugh.“Ioweyoueverything,forever,”Iremindhim.

“True,”hechuckles.

“Canyoumeetmeatmyapartmentlatertonight?”

“I’llbethere,”Victoragrees,thenwehangup.

Victorruleshishousewithanironfist,andaslongashekeepsgivinghisgreedywife

fat stacks and handfuls of cash to spend, she’s not going to complain if he comes home
lateeverynowandthen.

IneedtofixthisfuckingmessI’min—rightthefucknow.

OWEN

walkintotheHealthInspector’sofficelikeIowethefuckingplace.Themini
blindsonthewindowsaredrawn,whichgivesthereceptionist’sareaadingy
anddarkfeel,ironicgiventhathisfuckingjobistotellpeoplehowtoclean.

A sound of a little bell chimes through the room when I close the door behind me,

alertingthesecretaryatthefrontdeskthatthere’sacustomerwalkingin.

“Goodafternoon,”shesayscheerily.

Okay, this might be easier than I fucking think. I paint on my most charming and

charismaticsmileasIapproachthewoman.

She’s a little on the heavier side and has the best-looking set of birthing hips ever.

She’swearingaburgundyinfinityscarfeventhoughit’sfuckingsummeroutside.Shehas
blondehairthat’spulledbackinabunwithacutesetofbangs.

“Hi there, sweetie.” I grin at her, flashing my perfectly straight, white teeth. I run a

handthroughmyfull,darkthickhairforeffectandwinkather.

Inoticeshehasahalf-eatendonutlyingonanapkinbesideherkeyboard.

“Havingalittleafternoonsnack?”Ipointtothedonut.

Shegiggles. “You know,just a pick-meup of sorts toget me throughthe rest of the

afternoon.”

“Ihearyouonthatone,”Isay,tryingtoberelatableeventhoughIdon’teatfucking

junkfood.

Haveyouseenmymuscularbody?Ipridemyselfonhavingalmostnobodyfat.

Shecontinuestochuckle.“CanIhelpyouwithsomething?”

“I’msureyoucan.”Iwinkather.

Sheblushesandplacesahandoverhermouth.

“I’m looking for Leonard French.” I ask for the Health Inspector who’s ruining my

fuckinglifeoneminuteatatime.

The woman gives me a slight nod and then looks at her computer screen. “He’s

actuallynotinameetingrightnow,”shesays.

“Wonderful,”Iexclaimandopenmyarms.“Perfecttiming,eh?”

The woman looks sincerely apologetic and perhaps even a little sheepish.

“Unfortunately, Mr. French doesn’t normally allow for impromptu meetings.” She looks
upatmeandoffersanothersolution.“Ifyou’dlike,Icantrytosqueezeyouintomorrow.”

I lean against the side of her desk. “Hmm,” I whisper. “I don’t think tomorrow will

work.Yousee,I’mhavingsortofahealthinspectionemergency…”Itrailoff,hopingthat
mysweettalkandfeigneddesperationwillhelpmehere.

“Well…I…uh…” The woman looks between me and the computer, clearly feeling

backedupintoacornerofindecisionaboutwhethertosendmeawayorallowmetotalk
toInspectorFrench.

“It’s really fine,” I continue, piling on the charm to try to convince her. “We’ve

actuallymetbefore,lastnighteven.Hemightbeexpectingme,tobehonest.”

Okay,soIknowhe’snotexpectingmetobargerightintohisoffice,buttheotherpart

ofmylittlewhiteliehassometruthtoit.Ididactuallymeethimlastnight.

Thewomanlookstrulytorn,butIeggheronfurther.“Comeon,I’mhavingareally

shitday,”Itellher,layingitonthick.“Youwouldbemyheroifyouletmegotalktohim.
Andbytheway,Iloveyourscarf.”Ipointtoherneck.

She blushes again, and I can tell she’s soaking in all the fucking compliments I’m

pouringherway.Andprobablyfuckingsoakingherpanties.Thesadbitchprobablygoes
homealonetoeatherfeelingseverynight.IfIcanhelpherfeelbetteraboutherselffor
fivefuckingminutes,thenjustcallmethegoodSamaritanoftheday.

“Okay,”shefinallycaves.“Youcangobackthereontheonecondition—thatyoutell

himIprotested,”shesays.

“Trustme,thatwon’tbeaproblem,”Isaytoherandgiveheranotherwink.

Shetakesadeepbreathasifshe’sexcitedjusttobetalkingtoaguyashotasmyself.

“Ifyougothroughthatsetofdoubledoors,goallthewaytotheendofthehallwayand
turnleft.Hisofficeisthefirstoneontheleft.”

Shepointsinthedirectionshe’sinstructingmetogo.

Inod.“Thankyousomuch,darling.”Iblowherakissbeforewalkingaway.

Afewsecondslater,Iburstintotheinspector’soffice,notgivingtwoshitswhathe’s

fuckingdoinginthere.Assoonasheseesme,hejumpsupfromhiscomputerandpeers
towardsthedoorasifhe’sexpectingafuckingbodyguardtocomeandrescuehim.

HehasablackeyefromwhereIpunchedhim.Goodforthelittlefucker,thatshould

teachhimalessonnottofuckingmesswiththemaster.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asks as he takes a few defensive steps

backwards.

“I’mheretobringChristmasalittleearlythisyear,”Isayandpulloutmycheckbook.

“Whatisthis?”HepointstoitasIscrawloutanamountonitssurface.

“Consideritapeaceoffering.”IgrinathimasItearthecheckfromthebook.

Itossittohimandhelooksatit,hiseyesgrowingwiderbythesecond.

“Twenty-thousand dollars? What the hell is this for?” He waves the check in the air

butthenquicklylooksouttheofficedoorasifhe’sparanoidsomeonewillwalkin.

“IneedmyGoldMembershipreinstatedatClubExpose,”Isaymatter-of-factly.

“Ican’thelpyou.”Heimmediatelyshakeshisheadandtriestohandthecheckbackto

me,butIrefuse.

“Ithinkyou’remistaken,”Isayandshovethemoneyonpaperbacktohim.“Thisisa

non-optionalnegotiationhere.”

IpicturethehotasfuckstripperCrystalinmymind,andshe’sthefuelIneedtomake

surethisguyagreestomyplan.Inmymind,I’mwillingtodowhateverittakestogetmy
suspensionfromtheclubliftedandremovedfrommyrecord.

Tomysurprise,theinspectorstartslaughing.

“Istheresomethingfuckingfunny?”Igivehimasourlook.

Frenchscratcheshisheadwithhislong,lankyfuckingfingers.“Yeah,actuallythereis.

Yourmoneyisn’tnecessary,especiallynotfromthedouchewhocameonmyshoe.”

Ishiftmyweightandsquaremyjaw.“Doyouhaveapointtoyourbullshitbabbling?”

Isnarl.

“Beyond that, if you think I’m the one in charge of suspensions, you’re sorely

mistaken.”Frenchshakeshishead.“It’smyjobtosimplyinformtheboardthattheclub
willbefailingtheinspection,andIhavetogivethemanhonestreasonwhy.”

“Soyoufuckingtattledonmelikethisisfuckingfifthgrade?”Iscoff.

“I’m just doing my job, man.” The guy raises his hands defensively. “Whatever

happensafterthatisbeyondmycontrol.”

“Justgobacktotheboardandtellthemyouchangedyourmindorsomething,”Itoss

out,findinganyexcusethatcomestomind.

“Sorry,nocando,”thejerksays,andcontinuestoshakehishead.“Theboardalready

tried to pay me off to pass the inspection. I guess they beat you to the punch,” he adds
withaflareofsmugness.

“So,areyoutellingmeyou’refuckinguseless?”Ishout.

“I’m saying that it looks like your suspension is your punishment.” He raises his

eyebrowsatme.

I want to punch him in his fucking face again and even out his black eyes for

symmetry,butIholdbackbecauseIknowit’llgetmefuckingnowhere.

Thisfuckingweaselisn’tgoingtodoshittohelpme.

French’s expression softens, but only slightly. “If you want to have your suspension

reversed,thenyou’llhavetogobacktotheclubandtakeitupwiththem.Onlytheowners

havethepowertochangethatdecision.”

“Thanksfornothing,”Imurmur,andstalkoutoftheoffice.

Great.Justfuckinggreat.

Well,IguessIneedtoplacePlanBintomotion—ifonlyIfuckingknewwhatPlanB

was.

MOLLY

alwayshavemyalarmsetontheoppositesideofmyroom.Thatway,whenI
hearitgooffinthemorning,Ihavenochoicebuttojumpoutofbedandturn
itoff.

Once I’m already up, there’s no point in getting back under those warm and cozy

covers—that’sthementalityIliveouteachandeveryday.

I’mMollyQuinn,andifyouknowanythingaboutme,it’sthatI’maworkhorse—a

competitivewomanjusttryingtocarveapathofsuccessforherself.Istopfornoone,and
Iputeveryounceofblood,sweatandtearsintoeverythingIdo.

There’snopointindoinganythinghalfway,andthat’sanotheroneofmymottos.

It’sdarkasIhitthebuttononmycellphonetosilencethealarm.Iyawn,stretchand

turnonthebathroomlightasitslowlycreatesawarmglowinmybedroom.Thepointis
toadjustmyeyestothelightbeforewalkingouttothekitchen.

IgetdressedinmyworkoutgearandheadtomykitchenwhereIstartapotofcoffee

thatI’lldrinkafterIhavemyworkout.

Ithenwalktomylivingroomwheremyelectricbikesitsproudlyinfrontofthewall-

to-wallpanoramicwindowviewsofmidtownManhattan.Ipickupthemorningpaperand
proceedtoreaditafterjumpingonmybikeforthismorning’sspinningsession.

You probably think I’m crazy for getting up before dawn just to ‘fake’ run on a

stationarybike.YoumightaskwhyIdon’tjustjogthecitystreets.

Well,Ifeelmorecomfortableinmyownhouse,collectingsweatwhileIdosomething

enjoyablelikereadingthemorningpaper.Runningonmyelectricbikeishowatightly-
woundandvirtuallyhigh-strungwomansuchasmegetsherrelaxingtimeinfortheday.

Ilookaroundatmycleanandorderlyapartment.Ican’tfuckingstandforanythingto

beoutofplace.Notevenaspeckofdustorasinglecrumbisallowedtoliveonmyfloor.

The only things on my countertops are my coffee pot and toaster, and that’s only

becauseIhavenocabinetspacetoputthemin—otherwiseIwouldpreferthecountersto
becompletelybare.

I’mwhatthemalespeciesreferstoas‘beautyandbrains.’I’mthehotnerdychick,if

youwanttocallitthat.Whatanoxymoronright?

Butyes,that’stotallymeinanutshell.

I’m also the only daughter of business tycoon Richard Quinn, owner of Quinn

Industries.Whatdoesthisenterprisedo,youask?

Well,let’sjustsaymyfatherrunsthe‘specialentertainment’clubsofManhattan.His

company is in charge of hiring, firing, and the overall general management of the talent
forthemostpopularstripclubsinthecity.

He’sarichbastard,butIhavetofuckinglovehimbecausehe’smydad.

Thatdoesn’tmeanIhavetoactuallylikehim,though,right?

MydadandIhavealotofthesamequalities,whichmightbepartofthereasonwhy

we butt heads so often. I consider myself to be a strong business-minded woman, much
likemyfatherthinksofhimself,onlyfromthemaleperspective.

There’sjustonetinyglitchinthissystemthatkeepsitfromoperatingsmoothly,andit

hasaname.OrshouldIsay,hehasaname.

Yep,I’mnotanonlychild.

My older brother Harry Quinn is my biggest competition. Not the other women out

theretryingtomakeanameforthemselvesinthebusinessworldofNewYorkCity.Nope,
it’smyveryownfuckingolderbrother.

HarryandIareoppositesineveryway,evenwhenitcomestoourphysicalfeatures.

Harryhasdarkredhair,almostanauburncolor,andit’swavy.Ihavestraight-as-a-board,
longblondehair.

HarrylikestoremindmethatifI’dstopbeingsuchan“uptightbitchwithastickup

myass”allthetime,thenmaybemyfatherwouldgivemethetimeofdayandtakeme
seriously.

Yes, that is a direct quote from Harry fucking Quinn himself. I know I’m tense; it

doesn’ttakeafuckingrocketscientisttofigurethatout.

I’llalwaysbesecondwhenitcomestothebelovedgoldenchildHarry.Hecouldfart

andmyfatherwouldpraisehimfordoingitbest.That’sjustthewaythefuckingcookie
crumblesintheQuinnfamily.

Meanwhile,myfancymotherjustsitsinthebackground,filinghernailsandjudging

everythingthatmovesorbreathes.

We aren’t exactly the token family, and Dysfunctional should probably be our last

nameinsteadofQuinn,buttakethemorleavethem,Iknowthatthey’remyonlyticketto
victory.

I jump off the bike, sweaty and with my heart pounding. I rode extra fast today,

thinkingabouthowangrymybrotherandfathermakeme.

It’sjustafuckingfrustratingsituationtobein,especiallywhenallIwanttodoinlife

ismakeanameformyselfandsucceed.

Iheadbacktomybathroomanddrawmyselfalukewarmbath.Yes,I’maweirdoand

preferbathsaftermyworkoutsasopposedtoshowers.

There’ssomethingaboutlyinginthewaterthatmakesmymusclesrelax,andIdon’t

feelassoreafterwards.Takenotes,folks…Imaybeontothetop-secretworkouttipsof
theworld,youjustneverknow.

AsIliethere,submergingmostofmybodyinthewater,Ithinkabouthowharditisto

beawomaninthissociety.Idon’tjustwanttobreaktheglassceiling,Iwanttofucking
shatterthatmotherfucker.Likewithasledgehammer,whilealltheglassrainsdownonall
themenwhotellwomentheycan’tamounttoanything.

Okay, maybe there’s a chance that’s slightly melodramatic, but I’m just trying to

explain to you how difficult it is out there and how most of the time I feel like fucking
sharkbait.

Thedoublestandardsexist,andthecompetitionsareallonesided.I’mworldssmarter

thanmyassholebrotherHarry.

Growingup,whowasinthegiftedandtalentedprogramsatschool?Ifyou’reguessing

me,thendingdingding,youwintheprize.Congratulations.

Harry never works hard unless he thinks someone’s watching him. The motivation

isn’tdrivenbytheactualdesiretodoanastoundingjob.Hejustwantstobelazyandget
rich,livinginthelimelightofmyfather.

Yes, I’m sullen but I have a fucking right to be. I deserve as much, if not more,

attentionthanHarrybecauseIactuallyputeffortintomywork.

Butallmytrialsareinvain,becauseintheend,Harryalwaysgetsthevotefrommy

father.There’sgottobesomesecrettoprovemyworthtoourdad,butIhaveyettofigure
thatoneout.

Mencan’thandleme,Ialreadyknowthat.Iwanttobesuperior,oronthesamelevel

asthemattheveryleast,andtheydon’tlikeit,notonefuckingbit.

They can’t deal with an alpha female. Guys need to feel in control all the time, and

theywon’tletsomesuccessfulwomengrabthembytheballs.

AsIgetdressedinmysexyA-lineskirtandwhiteblouse,IthinkabouthowtiredIam

oftryingtogetapprovalfrommen.I’mmyownperson,andI’mnotgoingtoanswerto
fuckinganyone.

Iwalktomyfrontdoorandcloseitbehindme,preparingforanotherdayattheoffice

andhopingforthebest.

MOLLY

walk down the hallway to my downtown Manhattan office, and everyone is
staringatme.Thisissortofnormal…Iguess.

Myfriendsteasemeallthetimebycallingmea‘headturner,’whichItaketomean

thatIhavetheblondebombshelltypeoflook.

Tome,yes,I’mconfident―butnotbecauseofmylooks.I’mafirmbelieverthatit’s

what’sontheinsidethatreallycounts.

IfIcanhaveadecentdiscussionaboutproblemsoftheworldorthebestwaytogeta

businessupandrunning,thenI’mhavingagreatfuckingtime.

Yes,I’mTypeAalltheway―andyes,IannoymosteveryoneIknowbecauseofmy

personality.

Anyway,backtothefuckingpresent.Iwalkovertomysecretary,whositsinacubicle

rightoutsideofmyoffice.

“Hi,Katrina.”Igreetherwithapositivesmiletostartoutthedayontherightfoot.

“Hi,Molly,”Katrinaresponds.She’sinherlateforties.Sheisn’tmarried,andshehas

nochildren.Ithinkshe’sacrazycatladybutIloveherandrespecther.Hell,I’llprobably
turnoutjustlikeheroneday.

Katrinahassaltandpepperhairthatshewearsinareallysuperchicyetclassicshort

style,andshealwayswearsloudandvibrantcolors.Ihavetohandittoher;thegirlreally
pullsoffthewackystyleflavor.

“I’m really sorry,” Katrina says apologetically as she winces in what is apparent

embarrassment.

“Sorryforwhat?”Ichuckleandlookaroundtheofficetryingtofigureoutwhatshe’s

talkingabout.

“Icouldn’thandlehim,norcouldIsendhimaway,”shestatesvaguely.

Ilookovertomyopenofficedoorandnoticethatthelightisalreadyturnedon.This

initselfisn’tcompletelycurious,becausesometimesKatrinawillgointomyofficewhen
I’mnottheretofilepapersortofindsomedocumentsshemightneedthatIhave.

“Isthere…istheresomeoneinthere?”Iwhisperandpointtomyopendoor.

“Yes,” Katrina grimaces. “I’m so sorry, Molly, he’s adamant that he needs to speak

withyourightaway.”

“Whoishe?”Iask,feelingominousintrigue.

Katrinashrugs.“Hewon’ttellme.”

“Hmm,”Isay,andnarrowmyeyes.“IguessifIstartscreaming,call911,”Ijoke.

Katrinagulpshard.“Okay.”

Iwalkintomyofficenotknowingwhattoexpect,butI’mpricklingwithinterest.

Ihavetobitemytonguetopreventmyselffromlettinganaudiblegaspescapemylips.

When I swing the door open all the way, I see the body of a Greek god standing before
me,facingmefromwherehe’sstandingbymyglasswindows.

I examine him carefully, scrutinizing every feature and aspect of his appearance and

body language. He has jet black hair that he has intricately parted at the side, and he’s
cleanshavenwithagorgeousface.

Idon’tevenknowwhothisguyis,butI’mdeducingbythewayhe’sgrinningatme

withhishandsinhispocketsthathe’sapowerfulpersonwithtonsofinfluencethathe’s
notafraidtouseonanyoneheencounters.

Hehasenoughswaggerinhismovementstostopanywomandeadinhertracks,and

that—unfortunately—seemstoincludeme.

“I think you might be in the wrong office,” I joke, trying to break the ice with this

mysteriousyettotallyfuckablehunk.

Yes,I’mextremelyembarrassedtoevenfuckingadmitthatIhaveaninstantattraction

tothisman.ButI’mstillawarm-bloodedwoman,afterall.

“Oh,trustme,”hegrinsslylyandtakesastepclosertowardsme,“I’mexactlywhereI

needtobe.”

“Yousoundprettyconfident.”Isnort,althoughIdon’tmeanto.“CanIhelpyouwith

something?”

Ilaymypursedownonmydeskandstanddirectlyacrossfromhim.Helooksdeep

into my eyes, and as fucking cheesy as it sounds, I swear I nearly get lost in their
delicious,swirlycaramelcolor.

Itakeadeepbreathandthenclearmythroat,waitingforhimtostatethereasonforhis

presence.“It’snoteverydayIgetthepleasureofhavingavisitorgreetmewhenIarriveat
theoffice,”Ijokefurther,thinkingthatit’shelpingmerelax,evenifI’mnotthatfucking
funny.Likeatall.

Helaughsanyway,Iguesstoappeaseme,whichmakesmefeelevenmorepathetic.

He approaches me and takes my hand, startling me. He softly kisses the top of my

palmandwinksatme.

Whothefuckisthisguy,anddidhejustjumpoutofa1920sblackandwhitemovie?

All joking aside, his tender and soft lips make me tingle between my legs when he

makesskin-to—skincontact.

I try to level my body’s out of nowhere reactions and keep my poker face holding

strong.

I pull my hand away. “Please, take a seat.” I motion to the chair opposite my chair

behindthedesk.

HedoesasIaskandcontinuestogrinatmeasifhe’sGod’sfuckinggifttowomenor

somethingandIshouldbehonoredtobeinhispresence.

Maybe I am. Who knows? He sure is fucking hot. I feel like I’m under a spell or

somethingwiththisguy.

“So,whothehellareyouexactlyandwhatthehellareyoudoinginmyoffice?”Iget

rightdowntothepressingquestionofthehour.

Helaughsagain.“Youaren’tafraidtobeblunt,areyou?”

“Notparticularly…”Isay,meetinghisgazedead-on.

“I’mOwenWolfe,andit’sapleasuretomeetyou.”Heextendsahandformetoshake

thistime,andwhenItakeit,Igetthatwarmfeelingagain,meltingmyskinjustwithhis
touch.

“Whydoesthatnamesoundfamiliar?”Iask,andcontemplatetheanswer.

“I get that all the time.” He gives me a cheesy grin that’s ridiculously full of macho

arrogance.

“So,whatmakesyouspecial?”Itease.

“I’mthefounder,ownerandCEOofLoneWolfePictures,”hesayswithpride.

“Iloveyourmovies!”Iexclaim.“HowdoyougetalltheA-listcelebstoplayrolesin

yourfilms?”

“Easy,”hesays,andwinksatmeagain.“Ihavethecharmtheyallflockto.”

Ilaugh.Thisguyisjusttoofuckingmuch.“Isthatmovieaboutthetwopeoplewho

getlostinthewoodsonacampingtripandthenfallinloveyours?Youknow…what’sit
called?”Isnapmyfingersandtrytorackmybrain.

“Hunted.”Henods.“Yep,that’sus.”

“Great film.” I nod nostalgically with a smile. I’m totally becoming distracted right

now.IstillneedtogettothebottomofwhyOwenWolfeofLoneWolfePicturesisherein
myoffice.AndIdefinitelydon’tneedtobeactinglikesomestarstruckfangirl.

Asifreadingmymind,hefinallydropshisreasonforbeinghere.“Iwanttotakeyou

todinner,”hesayswithenthusiasmthatis…surprisinglyhardtoresistorsaynoto.

ButI’mstillsurprised.

Dinner?Wherethehelldidthatcomefrom?

Confused,Idowhatcomesnaturallyandscoffathisproposal.

“Areyoukidding?”Ilaugh.

“No,”hestates,lookingconfused.

“Idon’tevenknowyou.”Ishakemyhead,wonderingwhenthepracticaljokewillbe

over.

“That’s the point of the date,” he says as if he’s stating the obvious. “I’m actually

beingserioushere,”headds.“Iknowtonsoftrendyscenestocheckoutfordinnerplaces.
I know so many people, we can just walk right in, we don’t even need a fucking
reservation,”hebrags.

Istareathiminbewildermentforafewseconds.“Ican’t,I’msorry,myscheduleis

fullatthemoment.”Ineedtoshutthisdown,especiallywiththewayI’mstillreactingto
him.

“Iinsist,”hesays,andInoticesomefirmundertonesinhisvoice.

“I can let you know when my schedule clears.” I look him in the eye, unwilling to

backdown.

Owensighsandstandsup.Yes!IthinkthatmeansI’mwinningthisbattle.

He takes a pen off my desk and lifts a Post It. He scribbles his number across the

centerofthepaper.“Ifyouchangeyourmind,here’smydirectline.Idon’tusuallygive
outmyprivatenumbertopeople,”hesaysasifIshouldfeelfuckinghonoredtoreceiveit
orsomeshit.

“Okay,”Istumble.

“Call me when your schedule clears,” he says, and without another word, he

disappearsasquicklyashearrived.

MOLLY

arriveatmyparent’shouseatnoononthedot.Iplacemycarinpark,turnit
off,andtakeadeepbreathasIclimboutoftheseat.

IstareupatQuinnManorasIstandinthedrivewayinadaze.

My parents live out in the Hamptons, which should come as no surprise to you, or

anyonewhoknowsourfamily,forthatmatter.Mymomlovestobebythecoastwhereshe
cansitonthebeach,drinkingcocktailswithherfriendswhiletheygossipaboutotherrich
housewives.

Everyday,Icomeoutheretojoinmyfatherforlunch.

Everyday,likealways,myfatherdoesn’tcare.

The purpose of my arrival is to report on the company, its daily processes and how

thingsaremovingalong.

My father never asks me to do this, and I’m sure he doesn’t fucking give two shits

aboutwhatIhavetosay,butIdoitanyway.

You probably want to know why I spend a tireless amount of effort to impress

someonewhodoesn’tnoticeme.Yes,ithurtssometimes,butthatjustprovesmydevotion
tonotonlymyfather,buttoourfamilybusinessasawhole.

Thecompanyismylife,andIcaremoreaboutitthananyoneinvolved―Ijustdon’t

gettherecognitionIdeserve.Iwon’tletthatlittleglitchderailme,though;Ialwaysstart
mydaywithdrivenpurpose.

Thinkofitasatraditionofsorts.Yeah,thathelpsmenotsoundsocrazy…right?

“Hey,Daddy.”IgiveRichmoreQuinn,a.k.a.myfather,apolitesmileandkissthetop

ofhisheadasIwalkpasthim.

He’s already sitting at the head of the table, where he belongs, in the formal dining

roomofhismansion.

“Goodafternoon,Molly.”Hhenodshisheadinagestureofgreeting.

I sigh and sit down directly next to him on the right-hand side. I glance around the

room.Mymotheralwaysmakessurethere’sabouquetoffreshrosesinthecenterofthe
twenty-seatertable.

Todayisnoexception,andtheyarebloomingwithdelight.Icansmelltheiraromaand

floweryfreshscent.

“Youlookgoodtoday,Daddy.”Ismileathimagain.

“Molly, can you do me a favor?” My dad briefly glances at me, ignoring my

compliment.

“Sure,”Ishrug.“Whatisit?”

“Canyousitontheotherside?”

“Youmean…overthere?”Ipointacrossthetable.

Myfathersmileswithrelief.“Yes,please,thatwillbeperfect.”

Ilookathimwithconfusion.“Why?There’snooneintheroomwithyou,Daddy.”

Iknowexactlywhymydadisaskingmetomove,andit’sbecauseoffuckingHarry.

Harry fucking Quinn, the rat bastard who I just so happen to share a blood relationship
withbecausewecameoutofthesamevagina.

That’s right; in case you are forgetting, allow me to catch you up to speed. Harry

Quinn,mybrother.Harryistheheirtothisridiculous‘throne’ofQuinnIndustriesandis
currentlyactingasCEOofthecompany.

“Daddy,doyouevenseeHarryintheroomrightnow?He’snotdedicatedlikeme.”I

furtherpleadmycase.“Imean,comeon,doesheevencareenoughtocomeinhereevery
dayatlunchandgiveyouthecompanyrundown?”

I’mscreechinglikeabansheeatthispoint,andI’msuremyfatherhasnopatiencefor

it,butrightnowIdon’tevenfuckingcare.

Myfathersighs,rollshiseyes,andplaceshisnapkininhislapwhilehewaitsforhis

servanttocomeandplacethefoodinfrontofhisspoiled,pretentiouswhiteass.

“I don’t ask you to come here and give me the company rundown, Molly. I’m up to

speedeveryday,justlikeItellyou,”myfatherlectures.

“Whatever.”Iscoffanddramaticallymovetotheleftseat,makingsuretopout,huff

andmakeascenewhileI’matit.

“Molly…”Myfathersighsagain.“Don’tactlikeasullenchild.”

“Thendon’ttreatmelikeone,Daddy,”Ihissback.

My father and I have lunch together, sitting mainly in silence, but I drone on

mechanicallywithmylaptop,tellinghimofthemostrecenteventsthatIthinkhemight
wanttobeabreastaboutwithregardstothetalentandnewhires.

Afterweeat,myfatherstandstoleavetheroom.Heplantsakissonmyforehead.“As

always,it’slovelytohavelunchwithyou,darling,”hesaysandstartstowalkaway.

“Daddy,wait,”Icallbacktohim.

“Yes?”Heturnsaround.

Myfatherstillhasathickheadofdarkhairthat’sonlynowstartingtogreyinatthe

sides.He’swearingagreypinstripedsuit,andInoticethathe’sthinningfromwhatused
tobehisheavysetbodytype.

“Why are you making Harry the CEO? It’s not fair.” I hate to stoop to this level of

blaming,butIhonestlycan’tunderstandmyfather’schoices.

“Molly, you are too sheltered to understand why I’m going a different way with the

company?Harryisjust…”heshrugs,“youknow,abetterfit.”Hegrinssheepishly.

“Ihaveallthetimeintheworld,Daddy,”Icrossmyarmsdefiantly.“Pleaseenlighten

meonwhyyouwon’tgivemeachance.”

“I’m really fucking great at my job, and I’m the better choice. You know it, Daddy,

deepdownyoudo,”Iargue.

“Harry knows the ins and outs of the company.” My father’s grasping at straws—at

least that’s how it looks to me, whether he sees it or not. “He’s good with people,
charming.”

I scoff. “Dad, you can’t be fucking serious right now,” I shout. “Um, let’s recount

Harry’sperfectlife,shallwe?”

My father shifts his weight uncomfortably and rolls his eyes, but he’s silent.

Apparentlyhe’sgoingtoletmegrabthereinsandrolloffonthislittletangent.

“Don’t forget, Daddy: Harry sleeps around, fucking anything that moves. He never

comesheretositinonthesebusinessmeetings…”

RichmoreQuinninterruptsme.“Thesearelunches,notbusinessmeetings.”

“Stop!”Iholdupahandtohushhim.“Hesleepsonthejob;he’srarelyspottedinhis

office…Imean,Daddy,thelistgoesonandon,”Istate.

MyfatherandIstareateachotherforafewseconds,neitheroneofushavingtheballs

tocave.Thenmyfatherroarsinanger,sendingshiversupmyspine,onceagaintryingto
putmeinmyplace.

“Molly, that’s enough,” he yells. “You have no right to speak to me this way or

questionmychoices.Iamyourfather,”hestatesfirmly.“Ifyouwerebetteratdecision-
makingandconflict-resolution,thenIwouldhavenamedyouastheCEO,notHarry.It’s
plainandsimpleMolly,blackandwhite.There’snogreylinehere.”Hepointsafingerat
me.

“Daddy,”Iwhispersoftlyandlookatthefloor.

“Anotherthing,”hebeltsout.“Younevertakerisks.Harrylivesfortheadventure,and

he’s always coming up with new ways to develop the company and knock it out of the
ballpark.That’sHarry’sprimaryedge!”Myfatherspouts.

“YoureallythinkI’mthatpathetic?”Ilookupatmyfather.

Myfatherscoffs.“WhywouldIeverwantaboringpersonwithastickpermanentlyup

theirasstoinheritmycompany?Molly,youwouldrunitintothegroundthesecondyou
gotyourhandsonit.Thisistheentertainmentbusiness,andthingshavetobefast-paced
allthetime.”

Wow.Thatfuckinghurts.

I push past my father, ready to run from the room and throw up the lunch currently

formingasolidrockinmygut.

“Whereareyougoing?”myfathercallsbehindme.

“I’maskingtobeexcused,Daddy,”Isay,hatredlacingmywords,notlookingbackas

Irunoutofthemanorandintotheblindingsunlight.

MOLLY

sitinthebackseatofmytowncar,waitingforthedrivertogetbacktothecity.
We’re almost there. Hardly any traffic congestion awaits us on the journey
back,whichistotallyoutofthenorm.

Ilookoutthewindow,anditlookslikeitmightbegettingcloudyoutside.Perhapsa

summerrainstormisontheway.

Isighandleanbackinmyseat,closingmyeyesbriefly.Itakethistimetocontemplate

myfather’swordstome.Nomatterhowharshtheyare,Iknowdeepdownthey’retrue.

That still doesn’t make me feel any better, and for the moment, I detest him―as

horribleasthatistosayaboutmyownfather.Intheend,IknowI’llkillmoreflieswith
honey.I’llgrinandbearitwhenIhavetodo,butatleastforafewmoments,Iletmyself
sulk.

IknowIplayitsafe,andIdon’thavewhatyouwouldexactlycalla‘wildside,’butI

likeorderandorganization―it’sjustwhoIam.

It’snotlikeIcancompletelychangemypersonalityatthedropofafuckinghat.

OrcanI…?

IlosemyselfinthoughtasIcontemplatewaystobemorecarefreeandlessuptight.

Thenithitsme.

Fuckyes!Iknowexactlywheretobegin.

I have to prove to my father and his little fucking minions that I’m the type to take

risks.

IpulloutOwen’sbusinesscard.Igrazemythumbagainstitsgroovedsurface.

Ismiletomyselfandreadtheprintontop.

OwenWolfe,OwnerandFoundingCEOofLoneWolfePictures.

OntheothersideisthePostItIstuckonthecardafterheleft.

I take a deep breath and look out the window. We’re heading through the Holland

Tunnel. This gives me the exact amount of bravery I require in order to punch in the
numberstohisprivateline.Ihitdialrightintimeforustoresurfaceontheotherside,in
Manhattan.

Once we’re back under the exposure of direct sunlight again, I take an action that,

before today, would require much contemplating, in-depth overthinking, and a million
braincellsofanalyzingbeforecomingtoadecision.

Yes,IknowI’madorkybasketcase,youdon’thavetotellme.

In fact, don’t fucking tell me if I’m making a huge mistake by dialing Owen. That’s

notpartofthedeal.You’rejustsupposedtositthereandlistentomylifeunravel―andif
itderailsintoatrainwreck,thenit’sallonme.

There’sringinginmyearontheotherendoftheline.

Shit!Icanstillhangup…shouldIhangup?

No,I’mnotsupposedtotakeadvicefromyou,remember?

Owenanswersonthethirdring.

“OwenWolfe,”hespurtsout,soundinginahurry.

“Um…hey…its…Molly. You know, Molly Quinn? Um, you were in my office this

morning.”

I’mramblinglikeafuckingidiot.He’sgoingtothinkI’maspasticloser,andIdon’t

fuckingblamehimonebit.

“Oh, hi, Molly.” His voice changes instantly and becomes more approachable,

smootherandsexierthanfuckingpossible.

Itrytotakeeven,measuredbreathssothatIwon’thaveapanicattackonthephone

withhim.IremindmyselfthatI’mtryingtoturnoveranewleafandbecomemoredaring.
Convincingmyselfwillbehalfthebattle.

“Hi,”Isay,andwonderifhecanhearthegrininmyface.

Inthismoment,Icommittomyselfthatthisisn’tabouttryingtoscoreadateorafree

dinnerfromOwen,oranymanforthatmatter.

ThisisaboutmedecidingatthelastminutethatI’mgoingtobitethebulletandcall

Owen. The risk is what I’m chasing, not me falling for those cheesy, bullshit classic
attemptsguysuseinordertoscoopupwomen.

Isighwithwhimsicaldelight.“I’mjustcallingtotakeyouuponyouroffer,”Isay.

“You are?” His voice is surprised, but he also sounds confident, there’s no fucking

doubtaboutit.

“Yes,”Isayfirmly.

I’ve gotten through the hard part, the calling and actually speaking to him. Now it

shouldbeeffortlessandsmoothsailingfromhereonout…Ihope.

“That’sgreat,”hechimeswithsincereenthusiasm.

“Myscheduleisfreenow.Ialmostcan’tbelieveit,”Ichuckle.“You’relucky.”

“I’ll say,” he responds. “You may as well be telling me I hit the lottery jackpot,” he

croons.

“Oh,please,”Isnort.“Nocheesylines.”

“Okay,Icanagreetothat.”Hechuckles,lowandrumbling.

Fuck,evenhisdamnlaughissexy.

“Um…sowhereareyouatthemoment?”Iaskandbitemylip.

“I’mathome,”hestates.

“Whereishome,mightIask?”Iusemybestflirtatiousvoice.

“Areyoucominghere?”

WegobackandforthlikethegameIknowthisis.

“Sure.”Iclearmythroat,tryingtoeventhetonealittle.

“IliveatTheAvalon.Doyouknowit?”

“Wow,”Isay.“Yes,Iknowexactlywherethatis.”

He’snotbluffing,afterall;heisreallyarichbastard.

“Okay,myapartmentisontheforty-ninthfloor,”hedeclares.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes,” I state, and feel the bubble of nervous yet excited

energyriseinmybellyaswehangup.

“CanyougotoTheAvalon?”Irequestofmydriver.

“Yes,ma’am.”Hetipshishat.

Itseemslikeittakestenmillisecondstogettohisapartmentbuilding,whichgivesme

literally no time to mentally or physically prepare myself―but I’m ready for the
challenge.Imean,Ihaveto,don’tI?It’spartofthewhole‘provingmyself’package.

IwalkinsideTheAvalonwithpurposeandbreezyconfidence.Thedoormanletsme

rightinlikehe’sexpectingme.Ihittheelevatorbuttonandridetheentireforty-ninefloors
solo.

Inoticethemultitudeoffloorsinthisbuildingandmarvelathowtallthisskyscraper

reallyis.Iknowthere’sapenthousesuitethattakesuptheentiretopfloor,butyouneeda
keyforaccess.

On the way up, I wonder who lives there and whether Owen knows them. They

probablyhangoutallthetimeandsipbrandyandpuffcigarsorsomething…whateverthe
fuck men do together when they’re so rich they don’t even know how to spend all their
money.

IwalkdownthehallandringthedoorbelltoOwen’sapartment.Itakeadeepbreath

andadjustmyclothes,runningmyhandsthroughmylongblondehair.

Afewsecondslater,thedoorswingsopenandOwenstandsbeforeme,gorgeousand

sexyasever.Idon’tevenknowthisguy,butIknowofhimnow,andthat’satleastenough
formetokeepfromgettingcoldfeetandrunningaway.

Mymindisalreadymadeup,andthereisnoturningbacknow.Owenisinciting,hot

and barely wearing any clothes. He’s got a pair of black sweatpants on, and he doesn’t

seemtheslightestbitembarrassedtobeseeninthiscondition.

Iinstinctivelyglancedownandnoticehispackagebulgingbetweenhislegs.Holyshit,

it’shuge,Icantell.Iwanttogetmyhandsonthathardcockofhis,andIhavenoidea
wherethismotivationiscomingfrom,butI’msuddenlycompelledwiththechemistrythat
swirlsaroundus,asifIhavenocontroloveranyofit.

Hischiseledbodyenthrallsme,andI’mbecomingcompletelyabsorbedbyhowripped

andcutheis.

Iwantnothingmorethantotouchhimalloverandhavehimputhishandsonme,too.

“Comeonin.”Owensmilesatmeandmovesasidetoletmethrough.

We stand in his foyer for a few moments as I continue to soak him in. His chest is

glistening.Ifindmyselfwalkingslowlytowardshim,drawninlikeamagnet.

Hegivesmeanaughty,devilishgrin.

“So,whyisyourschedulesuddenlyclear?”Hiseyesflashwithmischief.

I don’t fucking know why I do it, but something takes over me, something

uncontrollable.It’slikeeverythingthatIamsnaps.IrealizeI’munleashingmyinnerbad
girlside.AsideInormallykeepfirmlyincheck,ignoringitsexistenceeventomyself.

Butrightnow?I’mreadytoletthatsidecomeouttoplay.

Istripdowntomyblack,lacylingerieandstandbeforehim,tauntinghim.I’mnearly

naked,vulnerableandexposed.MybodyradiatestheheatthatIfeelinside.

“Thisiswhy,”Isay,andeyehimseductively,tryingtocalmmyracingheart.Whatthe

fuckwillhappennow?

OWEN

havetodoadoubletake.

Fuck.Isshereallystandinghereinfrontofmewithnothingonbutablack

lacylingeriedress?Thisistotallyfuckingunexpected.

Instinctively,Itakeastepforward,needingtodrinkinherintoxicatinglyperfectbody.

Her arms are slender, and her tummy is flat from what I can already see through the
lingerie.

She’s playing a naughty game, and even though I know I’m the bait I don’t fucking

care.Ineedtopounceonher.

She’sbitingherlipandstaringatme.Iknowshe’steasing.

Iblinkagain,thisisreal…right?

She’snotjustafigmentofmyimagination.

Toprovethistheory,Igrabherarms…gentlybutwithaslighttugofforce.

Herskinissosoft.Chemistrysurgesbetweenusasmyfingertipsbrushupagainsther

neck.

Idon’tknowwhichpartofhertoexplorefirst.Fuck,Idon’twanttomisssomething

orleaveasingleareaout.

“You’reanaughtylittlegirl.”

I breathe into her neck as I watch chill bumps prickle on her skin. I know it’s from

pleasurebythelusty,needygazeshe’sgivingme.

Myowneyescloudoverwithdesire.

Herperfumesmellsamazing.Ihavetoexploreherbody,afuckingtempleoferotica.

Ipinheragainstthewall.

“Doyoulikethis?”

Igiveheradevilishgrin.

Shebitesherlipagainandsmiles.

Isqueezeherwriststighter,firmlyholdingheragainstthewall,pressingmycockinto

herbelly,eventhoughI’mstillwearingmysweatpants.

“Comeon,babygirl,talktome.”

“You’resohot,”shefinallybreathesout.

Iknowshewantstosurrendertome.

“Isthisawildfantasyofyours?”

Myquestionismorelikeaplea.

Iknowwhichdirectionwe’regoing,Ijustwanttohearthewordsfromher.Mydesire

isawildbeastthatneedstaming.

“Yes.”Hervoiceisbarelyaboveawhisper,apassion-filledmomentbetweenus.

Shedoesn’ttrytoescapemygrasp.Sheallbutmeltsintomyarms.

“Iwanttokissyou,”Ichallenge.

“Thenwhythefuckaren’tyou?”Sheraisesaneyebrow.

Fuck, she’s sexy and she knows it. She’s playing me like a fucking violin, and it’s

musictomyears.

Mycocktwitchesandtinglesinmypants,beggingtobefreetorubagainstherinner

thighs.

The air is dense and sweaty between us. My heart pounds in my eardrums as my

breathcatchesinmythroat.

Iwantthismomenttolingerinmymindforever.ItakeamentalpicturebeforeIlean

inforourfirstkiss.

Ipressmyfaceinherneck,burrowingintokisshertherefirst,toteaseandtempt.I

nibbleonherearlobe,andsherunsherhandsthroughmyhair.

Fuck, it feels so good having her hands on me right now. It makes me want her to

touchmeforfuckingever.

Fuck,howIwishthatlifehadapauseandrewindbutton.ThisisonesceneI’dputon

repeat.

Imovemylipstohermouth,hungrywithdesireforher.Withanalmostfranticneed,

ourlipsfinallymeetasIcrushmymouthtohers.

Shetasteslikesweetcherries.Herhairsmellslikecoconut,andI’minfuckingheaven

rightnow,intoxicatedbyherscentandtaste.

Shepartsherlipstoallowmytongueinsideforexploring.Herkissessendelectrifying

joltsofpleasurerunningupanddownmyspine.

“Iwanttotasteyou.”Myvoicedripswithsexualinnuendobecauseatthesametime,

I’mtalkingabouthersweetpussy.Andsheknowsit.

“Feelme,”shecommands,andIobey.

Itakemyskilledrighthandandpushitbetweenherlegs.

“Fuck,”IbiteoutinstinctivelyassoonasIfeelthewet,stickygoodness.

Shesmileswickedlyatme.

“Itoldyou.”

“DidIdothistoyou,baby?”

Ialreadyknowtheanswertomyownquestionishellfuckingyes.

Shegrinsandgigglesalittle,squirmingbesideme.

Iletgoofherwristsandleaveherunpinned…atleastfornow.I’msohotforherthatI

couldfuckherrighthere,rightupagainstthewallinthemiddleofmyfoyer.

I want to take care and precision with this one, though, soaking up the moment to

makeitlastforever.Slowly,Itakeherhandandleadhertothebedroom.

“Wherearewegoing?”Hervoiceisthickwithdesire.

“Don’tworry,I’mnotgoingtostoptouchingyou,”IreassureherasIbringhertomy

masterbedroom.

Iturnonasoftlamp.Istillwanttobeabletoseeeveryfeatureofherbeautifulshape,

hergorgeousface,butIwantperfectlightingtofilltheroom.Theambianceisimportant,
everyguyknowsthat.

“Comeovertothebed,”Iinstruct,andshedoesasshe’stold.

“Whatareyougoingtodotome?”sheasks.

Sure, I can narrate, but I’d rather show her in actions how I’m going to destroy that

sweetpussyandbringhertotheexplodingfinaleoforgasm.

ShequiversasIleanheroveronthebedandpushherlegsopen.

“Fuck,you’resowet,”Igroan,statingtheobvious.

“Touchme,”shebegs.Hereyesdazzlewitheroticlonging.

I push her legs open, as wide as they will go. I take a sweet moment to stare at that

alreadysoaking,gleamingpussy.

Herjuicesdripandlingeronhersensitive,swollenpussylips.

“Get ready for the ride of your life,” I state with confidence as I get on my knees

besideheronthebed.

Her legs shake with anticipation and I grip her tight for support. I want to tease her

firstandmakeherdanceontheedgeoforgasmbeforeIevenbegin.

I kiss her inner thighs first, slowly working my way up with excruciatingly teasing

movementsthatIknowaredrivingherfuckingcrazy.

“Please,”shewhimpers.

Ipullherlacypantiesoffinonesmoothmotionandkisstheouterfoldsofherpink,

fleshy,drippingpussylips.Shearchesherbackandmoanssoftly.She’ssofuckingsexy
whenshemoanslikethat.

Precum drips from the tip of my cock, and I know it won’t be long before I let the

snakeoutofitscage.

Imovemytonguetospreadherpussylips.Itastethefirstdropsofhersweetnectaras

Imakemywaytoherengorgedclit.

Shemoansalittleloudernowandarchesherbackagain.

Ipressmyfacecompletelybetweenherlegs,devouringallherripejuices.

“Fuck,”sheyellsasshedigshernailsintothebackofmyhead,pressingmecloserto

her.

Ibegintoworkmymagiconherclit,swirlingmytongueinslowcirclesatfirst.

Icouldlickthefuckingalphabetonherandshe’dgonuts.

Speakingofnuts,myballsfuckingachenowinsidemypantswiththeneedtocumall

overthissexylittlebodyofhers.

“Owen…”Hervoiceislikeasong.

Fuck,it’sdrivingmewildtohearhermoanmynamelikethis.

Icontinuetolickher,slowlyatfirst,andthenmorefranticallyasherbodyshakesand

stiffens,overandoveragain.

Shedigsherheelsintomybackandsqueezesherlegstogetherasshewrithesaround

inpleasureonunderme.

“IthinkI’mgoingtocomesoon,”shewarns,andIcan’tfuckingwaitforit.

Itakemyindexfingerandpushitdeepinsideofher.Ican’thelpit,Ineedthatwetness

notonlydrippingfrommymouthbutalsooozingfrommyfingertips.

Herslickjuiceissowarm,sofuckinggood.

She moans harder, louder, faster than before. I know she’s so fucking close, I can

literallytasteit.

Iworkmagicwithmytongue,strokingandflickingagainstherswollenclit.Myfinger

pushesitswayfurtherupinsideofher,exploringthedarkwetness.

She’ssoakingthemattresscoverontopofthebed.ThishighisincredibleandInever

wantustocomedown.

Yes,I’mthattypeofguy.

IcarejustasmuchaboutsatisfyingthewomanI’msleepingwithasIdoaboutgetting

offmyself.

Ikissherpussylipsandtakeafinalsuckofherclitbeforeshefinallysuccumbstothe

eruptionofpleasuresheholdswithin.

I unlock the key of desire, crooking my finger and massaging her G-spot, and she

comes immediately, almost violently. Her body shakes, trembles and spasms with the
rockingforceofherclimax.

Shemoansout,butIdon’tstop.Icontinuetofuckherwithmytongueandfingeruntil

herbodygoeslimp.

Igrinandmoveuptosmileather.

Herbodyissoftlikejellyasshequiversintheaftermath,intheglistening,satedglow

ofherorgasm.

“You’refuckingamazing.”Shegrinsbackatmewithadazed,relaxedexpression.

Herhair,blonde,andgorgeousandlong,isspillingdelicatelyoverthebed.

RememberhowIsaidIwascurrentlyinabrunettephase?Itakeitback.Becausethis

goldengoddessrighthereisallIfuckingwantatthemoment.

“Iknowhowtotreatalady,”IteaseasImoveuptokissherlips.“Iwantyoutotaste

yourself,”Idemand.

“Gladly.”Shegivesmeamischievousgrin.

Fuckyeah.

Thepassionswirlsaroundus.Ineedtofuckher—andsoon.

Shewigglesfromunderneathme.

“NowIwanttotasteyou.”

Hereyesareseductive,andI’mpantingwithdesireasshestaresaholerightthrough

myheart.

“Whatareyougoingtodo?”Igrowl.

“Watchandlearn,prettyboy,”sheteases,andgripsmywaist,drawingmecloser.

“Iwantyoutobenaked.”

“Your wish is my command,” she breathes out with a sexy sigh as she unclasps the

black,lacybraandtossesitawayoverherhead.

Myeyesscanherbody.Herbreastsareperky,tantalizingandbouncy.Hernipplesare

pinkandperfect.Herpussy,theveryoneIjusttastedisstillgleamingintheafterglowof
herorgasm.

Herlipsareswollenandjuicy.

Fuck,Ineedtofuckhersoon.

Iinstinctivelysqueezeherbreasts,takingeachoneinafat,luscioushandful.

Sheeagerlypullsmypantsandboxerbriefsdown,leavingmeexposedwithmythick

rodpointingtothesky.

“OhmyGod,”shesaysasshedrinksinhowhugemycockis.

Iletoutarumblinglaugh.Yeah,that’swhateveryonesays.It’snotoftenwomenhave

beentreatedtothekindofpleasureIcanprovidewithmythicktwelve-inchcock.Yeah,
that’s fucking right. You heard me. I’m packing a full foot of man meat that even your
imaginationcan’tdojusticeto.

“Areyoureadyforthisbaby?”Itauntherwithit,grippingitinmyfist.

Shenodsherheadslowly,seductively.Withobvioushunger.

“Cometome,”shewhisperseagerly.

Imovetowardsherasherlipswraparoundmyswollen,sensitivecock.

“Fuck,thatfeelssogood.”Ieggheronwithashowerofcompliments.Ineverwant

thistofuckingend.

She begins to suck, moving her head up and down like she’s loosening a cork in a

bottleofwine.Igrazemyhandsgentlythroughherhair,fanningitoutassheworkshard
onmyshaft,goingupanddown.

Shetightenshermoutharoundme,hollowingouthercheeksandswirlinghertongue

withintricatedetailallovermythrobbingcock.

Then she stops a moment and takes her mouth from my cock with a pop, eying me

with desire and naughty lust. She takes her tongue and slowly runs it up and down my
cock,fromthetiptotheendandbackagain.

“Ohfuck,”IgroanoutasIjustfuckingrevelinwhatshe’sdoingtome.

She’sonherknees,naked,hermouthfuckingmycockwithamazingskill.

Sheeyesmeagain,andIcan’ttakeitforonemorefuckingsecond.Ineedtobeinside

ofher.

Precumdripsfromthetipofmycockandmakesaslipperywetmessonherlips.

“Ineedtofuckyounow,”Ipant.

“Then,comeherebaby.”Sheskirtshernailsacrossmyback.“Whatareyouwaiting

for?”

Theroomishotwiththemovementofoursweatybodies.Theroomsmellslikesex.

Sheleansbackonthebed.

“I’mreadyforyoutotakeme,”Mollysaysseductively.

“You’resofuckingsexy,Molly,”IbreatheoutasIclimbtowardher.

Itakemyhardcockandpushitslowlyagainstherswollenpussylips,movingthem

apart,teasingthemwiththehead.ShecriesoutwithpleasureasIdo.

Withagrunt,Ipushmyselfinsideofher,settingupcampandburyingmycockballs

deepinsideofherinonehardthrust,asfarasitwillgo.

Igroanout,andmyeyesrollbackinmyhead.Isthisreallythisfuckingamazing?I

thought I enjoyed my finger being inside of her, but I had no idea how impossibly
amazingitwasgoingtofeeltohaveherpussywrappedaroundmycock.

Shewigglesherhipsbelowme,helpingmemaneuverallthewayin.Shegaspsand

cries out with pleasure as I fill her all the way up. Fuller than I know she’s ever been
before.

“Fuckme,Owen,”shepleads.

“Iloveitwhenyoucryoutmyname,”Igroan,andbegintothrust,slowlyatfirst,to

pacemyself.

Shesqueezesmyasscheekswithherhands,bringingmeclosertoher.

Then,fuckit,whowantstogoslow?Istartpumpingwithmoreforce,enthusiasmand

burningneed.Thesoundofmycockpoundinginandoutofhermakesawet,slopping,
suctioningsoundthatIfuckingloveandcrave.

Igrabherhipsandflipheroverinonesmoothmove,mycockneverevenslippingout

becauseshe’sgrippingitsofuckingtightly.Ithrustevenharderthanbeforeasshemoans
wildly.

Shelooksbackatmeoverhershoulder,andIwatchherfacialexpressioncontortwith

passion-fueleddesire.

“Fuckme,Owen,”shecries,andIshowhernomercy.

Irailherharderandfaster.Herbodyshakesandthenstiffensagain.IknowI’medging

herclosertoorgasmnumbertwowiththewayI’mplowingintoher.

I can tell that she’s in complete ecstasy by the way she’s moaning. Her cheeks are

flushed and she’s wet as fuck, soaking the sheets between us, her cum coating my cock
andmyballs,runningdownbothourthighs.

“Youlikeit,don’tyou,naughtygirl?”Igrinandslapherass,grindingthewordsout

throughmyownbuildingpleasure.

“I’mcoming!”shemoansoutasherhandsflailaround,grippingatthebedcoveras

herbodycomescompletelyunglued.

ShesqueezesherpussytogetherasIhitherG-spotoverandover,finallysendingher

overtheedgetoorgasm.

“I’mcoming!”shescreamsagain,soloudlythatI’msuretheentirefuckingbuilding

canhearhercriesofpleasure.

That’sfuckingright,baby.

“That’sit,Molly,takethatcocklikeagoodgirl,”Icommand,pushingherfurtherinto

herorgasmwithmythrusting,pulsingcock.

Herbodyshakesandtremblesassheconvulses,givingherselfcompletelyovertoher

orgasm.Idon’tstopmypowerfulpumping,Ikeepmoving.I’mamanonamission.

“Wow,”shemoansout.She’comingdownfromtheheatoftheclimax,butIamstill

rockinghardinsideofherasmyhardcockravagesherpussy.

IknowI’mgoingtocomesoon,Icanfeeltheeruptionbuilding.Thesensationislike

thepullofamagnet,drawingmeclosertoher.

She spreads her knees further apart, opening herself wider for me, and I continue to

stretchherpussylipswithmymassivetwelve-inchcock.

“I’mgoingtocomealloveryoursweetjuicytits,”Iannounce.

Inaninstant,Ipulloutofherandflipherontoherbackagainasmyhotloaderupts,

burningherskinwithpleasure.ShetakesmywarmcumasIsplashitalloverherandrubs

itonhernipples.

I groan out as my body shakes from the climax. I shoot what seems like a million

gallonsofhot,stickycumalloverher,andfinallythelastdropdripsoutofthetipofmy
cock.

IcollapsebesideMolly,pantingandbreathinghard,gaspingforair.

“Thatwasincredible.”Shegigglesandrunsherhandsthroughmyhair.

My arms and legs are numb, and I laugh, coming down from the euphoric sensation

thatIwishwilllastforever.

“Amazing,”Isay,theonlywordIcanmustertoescapemylips.Thishastobethebest

sexI’vehadinalongtime.

I know I’m in fucking trouble with this one—Molly is quite the sexual competitor.

AndIknowrightnowthatthiswon’tbethelasttimeIhavetohaveher.

Goodthingmyplanincludeskeepingheraroundforawhile.

OWEN

’mnotonetobragbut…

Ah, fuck, who the hell am I kidding? I fucking live to gloat, you should

knowthatbynow.

Mollyissleepingnaked,besideme.

That’sright,I’mawinner.Ihaveagorgeous,blondebeautifulbabesleepingsilently

andpeacefullyonmybed.

This is not the first time, and certainly won’t be the fucking last time, I score a hot

chickinmybedroom.

Girlsalwaysflocktomeonewayoranother.Iliketocountmycharismaticcharmas

oneofthemainreasonsIcansleepwithhotwomen.

Ialsohaveahugecockandrock-hardabs,whichdoesmetonsoffavors,too.Mydark

hairanddarkeyesgivemethatbrooding,mysteriouslookthatgirlshuntfor.

I’mthetotalfuckingpackage,withahugepackagebetweenmylegsalwaysreadyto

go.Mylibidoneverceases,andI’monfire,havingoneoftheluckiestsexualstreaksin
thehistoryofOwenfuckingWolfe.

ItraceMolly’ssexyyetslendercurveswithmyeyes,eventhoughshe’ssoundasleep

andoutcoldtotheworld.Thatmakesherappearevenmorefragileandgorgeous,andthe
softglowthemoonlightcastsonherskinmakesherappearlikeanangel.Wefuckedall
fuckingevening.

IfyouthinkI’mfallingintothetrapoflove-struckgiddiness,thenfuckyou.I’mjust

enjoyingahotgirlsleepinginmybedbesideme.Don’tgetanyfunnyideasthatthetough
guy’sgoingsoftbecauseit’snotgoingtohappen…trustme.

Afewsecondslater,Ihearthedoorbellring.It’sfinallytheroomserviceIorderedlike

a fucking hour ago. What the fuck are they doing down there? Clearly, it’s moving at a
snailpace.

“Goodevening,sir,”thebellhopgreetsmewiththetraybesidehim.He’swearingthe

standardtraditionalredsuitwithwhiteglovesandagold-rimmedhat.

“Thanks,”Igrumbleandgivehimatipashepushesthecartinsidetheapartment.

The bellhop thanks me for the tip and turns to leave, going back down the same

hallwayhecamefrom.

Iclosethedoorbehindmeandbringthetraytothebedroom,gentlyplacingitdown

onthebedbesidethestillsleepingMolly.

I’msurprisedthatthedoorbelldidn’twakeherup;shemustbeaheavysleeper.

At any rate, I’m getting fucking bored as shit having to sit here by myself, and I’d

ratherenjoythemealwithherthanwithouther,soIdecidetokisshertowakeherfrom
herdreamyslumber.

“Hey,” I whisper and gently rub the small of her back, right above her juicy ass

cheeks.“Wakeup,sleepyhead.”

Mollystirsandsighs,butshedoesn’tcomeoutofherdozingstate.Ikisshercheek,

thenherneckandfeelherreactionbychillbumpsraisingonherskin.

Mollyopenshereyesandblinkswhilesheadjuststothelightintheroom.Sheprops

herselfuponherelbowsandlooksatmeinconfusion.“What’swrong?”

“Nothing’swrong.Ihavedinnerhereforus.”

I point to the tray of delicacies from the five-star kitchen of The Avalon, which has

alsobeenfeaturedintonsofswankymagazinesforitstoprated,world-renownedchefs.

“Um…”Mollychucklesandeyesthefood.

“Myoffertoyouwasandstillistobuyyoudinner,”Iexplain.“Inevereverbreakany

ofthepromisesImake.”Ieyeherwithacockygrin.

“I suppose you don’t,” she laughs, and shakes her head. “You’re proving your point

well,sir,”shesayswithasmile.

“Thankyou,”IsayasIopenthelidstotheplates.“Shallwedigin?”

“Where did you get this food?” Molly scratches her head and yawns. I fucking love

howcomfortableshealreadyisaroundme.MostgirlsIsleepwithwanttofuckandleave,
notevengettingtoknowme.

I know what you’re thinking, that I’m a punk who needs constant attention. Well,

you’reonlypartiallyrightonthatfront.Idon’tknowwhyitis,but…aftersex,Ifeelthe
needforcompanionship,howeverfleetingthatmomentturnsouttobe.Anditisalways
fleeting.

“Iordereditfromdownstairs,”Isay.

“Downstairs?”Mollyrepeatsinapprehensivequestion.

“Roomservice.”Itakethelidsoffthetrays.

“Wow,”Mollysays. “That’squiteimpressive. Theonlything myapartmentbuilding

hasisalaundryroom,”shechuckles.

“Ihavetopayextraforthisfeature,”Iadmit.“It’sworthit,though.Isparenoexpense

forconvenienceandluxury.”

“Icanseethat.”Mollynodsinagreement,aslightsmileonherlips.

ShewrapsablanketfromthebedaroundherbodyandsitsontheseatIgraciouslypull

outforher.See?IcanbeagentlemanifIreallyputmymindtoit.

Ihandheraplateoffiletmignonwithasideofcranberrysaladandwhitetrufflecakes

fordessert.“WhatifIcan’tfinishallthisfood?”Molly’seyesgrowwide.

“Justeatwhatyouwant,”Isayandtakeabiteofmyownsteak.

“Thanksfororderingthisstuff,”Mollydigsrightin.

“Iadmireawomanwho’snotafraidtoeat,”Iadmit.

Mollygrins.“Thenyou’reabouttoseesomethingreallyspecial,”shejokesandstarts

practicallyfuckinginhalingthefoodonherplate.

Ilaugh.Itiskindofrefreshingtoseehergivenofucksattitudeabouteatinginfrontof

me.ThetypicalmodelsandactressesandstrippersIdateletallthegoodmealsIbuythem
gototallyfuckingtowaste.

Idecidetotaketheconversationinadifferentdirection.“So,whatsuddenlychanged

yourmind?”

IexamineherasIsipmyglassofpinotnoir.

Mollyswallowsherbiteofcranberrycocktail.“Changemymindaboutwhat?”

“Youknow,whatwasthesellingpointthatincitedyoutocallmeafterallandtakeme

uponmyoffer?”

“YouwanttoknowwhyI’minterestedinyou?”Mollylaughs.

“NowIfeellikeyou’retryingtoavoidansweringthequestion,”Iteaseandraisean

eyebrowather.

“No,it’snotlikethatatall.”Mollyshakesherheadindenial,thenshrugs.“Iwantedto

takearisk.”

Ismile.“Iguessyou’retellingmethatI’mthatrisk?’

“Right.”Mollywinksatmeandsipsherwine.“Thisfoodisfuckingdelicious,bythe

way,”sheadmits.“Sorry,IknowI’mbeingrudebytalkingwithmymouthfull.”

Shecoversherlipswithherhand.

“It’sfine,”Isayandstareather.

“What?”Sheasksandgivesmeaself-consciouslook.

“Nothing,” I say. “It’s just…well, you’re ridiculously beautiful. Like how is it even

fairtotheotherwomenoutthere?”

Mollyrollshereyes.“Whataline!”

“It’snot!”Isaydefensively.“Youaregorgeous,andyouneedtobetoldoften.”

“Okay,”shegrins.“Idon’tmindacompliment.”

“So,I’mgoingtoaskthemillion-dollarquestion,”Ibegin.

“What?”

Molly places her fork gently on her plate and wraps the blankets tighter around her

waist.Iknowshe’sabouttoletherselfbevulnerable.

“Whythefuckareyoustillsingle?”

Mollydoesn’tanswerrightaway.Shelooksupattheceiling,thenbackatme.

“I ask myself the very same question all the time,” she chuckles. “Not all men can

handleme.Iguessthat’spartoftheproblem.”

“Whatdoyoumean?”Ishakemyhead.

“You know…because of the fact that I’m a business-oriented woman and all…” She

trailsoffandcutsintohersteakagain.

“You’reallbusinessinthebed,that’sforsure.”Iwinkather.

“Iseverythingallsexallthetimewithyou?”Sheteaseswithagrinonherface.

“Yeah,prettymuch.”Ioptforhonestyhere.

“Itwasprettygreat,”shesaysandgazesdreamilyintospaceasifshe’srecountingitin

herhead.

“So,amIworththerisk?”Itossheraplayfulyetmischievoussmile.

“Sofar,sogood,”sherespondsandbitesherbottomlip.

Welockeyes,andmyheartflips.Fuck,she’sashowstopperforsure.

MOLLY

wenstandsupandgrabsanotherbottleofwinefromtherackinhiskitchenas
wearefinishingupdinnertogether.

“Wantsomemore?”Heholdsupthebottle.

I really shouldn’t, but for some strange reason I can’t say no to him, no matter how

hardmybrainscreamsatmetostopwhatI’mdoingandcallafuckingcabtogohome.

“Yes,”Irespond,andmybrainforcesmetonod,completelyignoringtherestofmy

mentalbreakdownaskingmetodotheopposite.

“Ihaveaquestionforyounow,”Isayashepoursmorepinotnoirintomywineglass.

Itmakesagluggingsoundasithitstheroundinside.

“Okay,whatisit?”Hegrinsatmewithasparkleinhiseyes.

“Whydidyoucometomyofficetomeetwithmethismorning?Imeanupuntilthen,

weweretotalfuckingstrangers.”

Ican’thelpbutallowmycuriositytogetthebetterofmeinthissituation,butIwant

answersdammit.

“Honestly?”Heplacesthewinebottleonthecounterandgrins.

“Yeah,duh,”Itease.

“Well,”hecrossesonelegovertheotherandbendshiskneeashesitsatthebarstool

acrossfromme,“Isawyouinthatmagazine.DoyouknowwhichoneI’mtalkingabout?
Youknow…theonewiththearticleonthetenmostsuccessfulwomenunderthirtyyears
ofage?”

Inod,understandingnow.“Yes,rightIforgotIdidthatfeature,”Ishakemyheadand

facepalmmyself.

“You’reincredible,”headmits.

“I’mgladyoucanknoweverythingaboutmebyreadingasinglearticle,”Ijoke.

“Heynow,wearegettingtoknoweachother,aren’twe?”Owengrinsandholdshis

armsupdefensively.

“Iguess.”Ishrugandsmile,lookingatthefloor.“Ilikeyourhardwoods.”

“Didyoujustsayyoulikemyhardwood?”Helaughs.

“Imeanthefloors,asshole!”IroarwithlaughterandpointtothebeautifulBrazilian

woodinOwen’skitchen.

“So,isthatanoonmyotherhardwood?”heasks,laughingathisownstupidsexual

innuendoquips.

Ifeelmyselfblush.“Thatwoodisprettyfuckingfantastic,too.”

“JustwhatIwanttohear.”Owenwinks,clickinghistongueandpointingatme.

“Yousureknowhowtoreelthemin,don’tyou?”Idronesarcastically,butI’mplayful,

meaningitallingoodfun.

“Absolutely,”hesays,fullofcockyarrogance.

“Well, I’m glad somebody respects my success as a younger female in the business

world,”Isay,andsighdramatically,feelingsorryformyself.

“Whyisthat?”Hisfeaturessoften.

“MyfatherthinksI’mafuckingjoke.”Irollmyeyesandcrossmylegs,takingahuge

gulpofmywine.

“I’msorrytohearthat,”hesays.“Parentsarethefuckingworstsometimes.”

“Thank you!” I shout and slap my knee. “Finally, someone else understands the

struggle.”

‘It’sreal.”Hewinksatme.

Irubmyarms,keepingtheblanketwrappedaroundmynakedbodyunderneath.

Owennoticesandapparentlydecidestocontinuehischivalricstreak.“Wouldyoulike

toborrowoneofmysweatshirts?It’soversized,soitwillprobablycoveryoualltheway
up.”

Ismileathim.“Thankyou,yes,thatwouldbegreat.”

Owenretrievesitandbringsitbackforme,andIpullitovermyhead.

“It’swarmandsnug,”Iconfess.

“Great,”hesaysandgesturestothecouch.“Wouldyouliketocomesitwithme?”His

eyesarefullofmischief.

“Thatdepends,”Isaywithateasinggrin.“Isthewineinvited?”

“Ofcourse.”Hepicksitupandpatsthebottom.

“Thenokay,sure,”Isay.

“So,whatisthisbusinesswithyourdad?”Owenquestionsme.

“He’safuckingjerkface.”IsnortasifI’minthefourthgrade.

“Why?”Owen’sfaceetchesconcern.

Iblowoutapuffofairandlookattheceiling,watchingthefanbladesspinaroundand

around.

“Hedoesn’ttakemeseriously.It’slikeheignoresmecompletelyandgiveseverything

tomyfuckingloserolderbrother.”

I’mbitter,andIknowthatOwen’sgettingafirsttasteathowsourIcanbeaboutthis

sensitivesituation.

“Isyourdadtheownerofabusiness?”heasks.

“Yep,”Inod.“He’sinthe‘entertainment’industry,”Isaywithairquotes.“Everheard

ofQuinnIndustries?”

“Yes,”Owenadmits,andhelooksalittleseriousforafleetingsecond.

“Idon’tusuallytalkaboutmyproblemswithmyfathertoanyone,”Iconfess.

“Thankyouforventingtome,”hesays.“Iappreciatehowyoutrustme.”

“You’resurprisinglyeasytotalkto.”Iglanceupathimandsmile.

“I’mgoingtotakethatasacompliment,butI’mguessinggivenmytrackrecordwith

women,itprobablycouldbeconstruedeitherway,”helaughs.

“Youseemlikeaniceguy,”Iadmitwithashrug.“So,whataboutyou?”

IfacehimonthecouchandleanmyarmagainstthebackwhileIholdmywineglass

intheotherhand.

“Whataboutme?”Owenfidgets.

“What’syourfamilylike?Onascaleofonetoten.Tenbeingtotallybatshitcrazyand

onebeinglovingandnormal,”Isayplayfully,eagertolearnmoreabouthim.

“Maybesomewhereinthemiddle,”Owenchuckles,andforthefirsttimeever,Ican

readaslightapprehensiveenergyexpellingfromhim.

“So,youcanrelatetome?”Iask.

Owenshrugs.“Kindof,Iguess.Iamconsideredtheblacksheepofmyfamily,there’s

nodenyingthat.”Helooksdownathisfeet.

“Jointheclub,”Isayinajokingtone,buthejustgivesmeahalfsmile.

“Myparentsdon’tapproveofeithermylifestyleormychosenprofession,”Owensays

bitterly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say in shock. “You’re totally successful, and I’ve

seenlike…everyoneofyourmovies.”

I feel giddy and comfortable with him, and my playfulness is rising, thanks to the

alcoholcurrentlytakingthelazyriverstrollthroughmyveinsrightnow.

“Apparently, that’s not good enough for Martha and Joshua Wolfe,” he states

sarcastically.

“Well,whatthefuckmakesthemsospecial?”Iask.

“They’redoctors.”Owenrollshiseyes.

“Theywantedyoutobeadoctor,too?”Iguess.

“Ding,ding,ding,wehaveawinner.”Owenpointstomeandusesagameshowhost

voice.

“I’m sorry.” I shake my head. At least we can relate to each other as we drink

ourselvestooblivion,thinkingaboutourfailurestoourparents.

Owenlooksatmewithcrystalcleargenuineaffection.“You’refuckingcute,”hesays

andgrins.

“Youaren’tbadtolookateither,”Ijoke.

“Idon’tusuallyhavethismuchfun,”Owenadmits.

“Youmeanwithanothergirlorwithlifeingeneral?”Itease.

“Maybealittlebitofboth.”Hesmiles.

“I’lldrinktothat,”Isayandguzzledowntheremainderofthewineinmyglass.

Allmyreservationsandintuitionregardingdecentlifechoicesarecasttothewindand

allbutforgottenonthislovelynightwithOwen.

I don’t even fucking care right now. I’m embracing my inner wild child and taking

risks,justlikemysullenfathertellsmetodo.

“A

OWEN

re you ready to blow off some steam, dude?” I grin at Victor as we walk into the

gymtogether.

“I’mgonnaknockyouout!”heshouts,gettingpumpedup.

“Youfuckingwish.”IshakemyheadandlookatVictor,myawesomebestfriendwith

Latinrootsandtheflareofonetoboot.

“I’mgoingtotakeyoudownoneday,”helaughs.

Wewalkovertotheboxingring.Wehavetopayforanhourspottouseitinadvance,

whichIdidyesterday.

Victor and I like to come to the boxing ring to unwind after a stressful day at work.

Youmaysayit’sjusttwoguystryingtobetoughandmachotoprovewhichofusisthe
strongerman….andyou’reprobablyrighttosomeextent.

I’m not afraid to fight for what I want, whether physically or emotionally, and the

soonereveryoneinmyliferealizesthatfact,theeasieritwillbeforallinvolved.

“So,whenIwenttoyourmeetingyesterday,everythingwentwell,”Victorsaysashe

strapsonhisgloves.

“Oh,yeah?”Iaskandgearupbyjumpingupanddown.

“I think you should consider making the story from the pitch,” Victor says. “The

companyisreceivingitwell.”

“I’llexplorethatoption.Thanks,brother,”Isaytohimandtakeafewpracticeswings

attheairbeforeVictorjoinsmeandwebeginthepunches.

Boxingisagreatformofexercise,anditcutsintothemonotonyoftheboring,average

workouts.

Victorchangesthesubject.“Sohowdiditgowiththeprick?”

Ichuckle.“Theprick?”

“Youknow,thathealthinspectorguyyoujizzedalloveratExpose?”Victorteases.

“Right.”Irollmyeyes.“Itdidn’tgo…exactlyasIplanned.”

Victor throws a punch. “Are you telling me that Mr. Wolfe isn’t getting his way for

once?”

“Let’snotgothatfar.”Ipunchback.“I’mstillbrainstormingideastogetbackintothe

club.”

“Whatdidthejerktellyou?”

“He says that it’s not up to him to reinstate my membership, among other bullshit. I

don’tknowifIbelievehimornot,butapparently,accordingtohim,hishandsaretied.”

Itakeabreaktograbmywaterbottle.“Mydaywasn’tentirelyatotalloss,though,”I

grin.

“Yeah?”Victorraisesaneyebrowandjogsinplace.

“DoyouknowwhoMollyQuinnis?”

Victorshakeshishead.“Thatnamedoesn’tsoundfamiliar.”

“She’sthisgorgeousgirl.I’mtalkingsupersexy,thehottestwomanI’veseeninalong

time.”

Italkanimatedlywithmyhandsandgesturethathertitsarehuge.

“What does she have to do with getting you back in the club?” Victor asks as if he

doesn’tfollow.

“HerfatherisRichmoreQuinn,theownerofQuinnIndustries.They’retheonesthat

hirethetalentfortheclub,”Iexplain,andwegobacktoboxing.

“So,areyoutryingtousehertoyouradvantage?”Victorasks.

“Sort of…” I say because I don’t want to sound like a total dick. I think I might

actuallylikethisgirl,althoughI’mnotreadytoadmitthatmuchtoVictoryet.

“Didyousleepwithheryet?”Victorlaughs.

“Yes,”Istateandthrowapunch,butVictorstepsbackandstopsforamomenttotake

inmyresponse.

“Holyshit,dude,whatthefuckareyouthinking?”

“Nothing, really.” I shrug defensively. “My plan is to ask Molly to re-instate my

membershipjustintimeformydatewithCrystal,”Isay,asifit’snobigdeal.

“Idon’tknow,man.”Victorshakeshishead.

“What?”Ithrowapunchathim,alittleharderthistime.

“Ijustdon’twanttoseethisplanbackfireandexplodeinyourface,”hesays.

Iscoff.“IknowwhatI’mdoing.”

“Chickshaveawayoffuckingthingsup,though,”Victorargues.

“That may be true, but Molly seems pretty cool,” I admit. “Not to mention, my

motivationisstrongerthanevertomakethisplanwork.”

Victorlaughs.“Howisthat?”

“Istillhavemyeyeontheprize,”Iremindhim.“Crystalisthetrophyattheendofthe

finishline.”

“WhataboutMolly?”Victoraddressesthehurdle.

“Evenwithheraround,I’mgonnahooklineandsinkerthisone,”Isay,andpretend

I’mreelinginafishingline.

“Are you going to throw a party for Lone Wolfe’s second year in business?” Victor

asksandchugshiswater,changingthesubjectagain.

“Ihaven’treallythoughtaboutit,”Isayhonestly.“Itmakessense,though,”Iadmit.

“TheproductionhouseisenteringitsthirdyearwiththeAcademy.”

“Iknow,brother,that’shuge,”Victoragrees.

“Also,myteamjusttoldmethatwe’regettingfournominationsthisyear,”Igloat.

“Congratulations,dude,”Victorsays.

“Yep,andwehaveovertenbillioninprofitssofar,”Imention.

“You really hit the ground running when you decided to build this empire,” Victor

praisesmeaswetakeanotherbreak,leaningagainstthesidesoftheringwhilewetryto
catchourbreath.

“Shouldwegoforanotherround?”Isayafterafewseconds.

Victor chuckles and leans over. We both have sweat visibly covering every surface

inchofourbodies.“Iprobablyneedtoheadhomesoon.”

Iplayfullyslaphisback.“Whatever,youpussy-whippedlittlebitch,”Iteasehim.

“Don’tknockittillyoutryit,”Victorwinks.

“Nothanks,man,yourlifeislikemyworstfuckingnightmare.”Iglanceathimand

sipmywater.“Nooffense.”

“None taken.” Victor’s voice drips with sarcasm as he shakes his head. “You’re one

bluntandabrasivemotherfucker.”

“Youstillloveme,though,right?”Iaskwithasmirk.

“I guess I have to.” He rolls his eyes and we pat ourselves dry with a pair of ring

towels.

“LetmeknowhowitgoeswithMolly,”Victorsaysasweheadtothelockerroomto

showerandgetdressed.

“Iwill,”Isay.“Ihavealotonmyplate.SorryifIseemdistractedlately.”

“Are you sure it’s not just because I placed too many poundings into your head just

nowandmaybeyouhaveaconcussion?”Victorteases.

“Noway,man.”Ishakemyheadandlaugh.

ButIdohaveafucktonofthingstobalanceinmyworkandpersonallife,that’sfor

fuckingsure.

MOLLY

stretch,openmyeyesandyawn.It’sdaylightoutside.

First,letmestartoffbystatingthatit’snever,everfuckingdaylightinmy

roomwhenIwakeup.

Wewentoverthisbefore,remember?

MollyQuinnwakesupatfivea.m.

That’sthewayIdothings.

Todayisdifferent,anditbeginswiththesunlightshininginmyroom,announcingfor

metowakethefuckupalready.

I stretch again and tug the covers up closer to my neck while glancing at the alarm

clockonmynightstand.

Holyshit!It’salreadynineo’clockinthefuckingmorning.

Well…Iguesswebothknowwhatthatmeans:I’mnotgoingintoworktoday.

I grab my cell phone off the night stand and proudly yawn as I dial Katrina’s direct

line.

Iimaginehersittinginhercubicle,spanningtheofficewonderingwherethehellIam

andifI’mgoingtoshowup.

She’ll have her answer in a few seconds. I’m turning over a new fucking leaf and

apparentlytakingmyfather’sadvicetoheartbyliterallylighteningthefuckup.

Oh,yeah,thisnewmeswearsagreatdeal,too,becauseIdon’tfuckingcareanymore.

Notafterthatshitshowatlunchwithmydad.

Katrina picks up the line immediately, most likely recognizing my number, but also

becauseit’spartofherjobtoanswerthephone.

“Molly?”Hervoiceisquizzicalontheotherend.

“Hey, Katrina,” I chime, so cheerily she probably wonders if I’m surrounded by

fuckingDisneyanimalswhiletheybraidmyhairandmagicallymakemybed.

“Areyoucomingintoworktoday?It’sninealready.”Hervoicerevealsherconcern.

“Nope.”Ishakemyhead,eventhoughshecan’tseeme.

“I’msorry,iseverythingalright?”Katrinaasks.

“Everythingisperfect,”Istate.

Idon’toweKatrinathatmuchofanexplanation;I’mherbossafterall.

“I’llbeworkingfromhometoday,”Iannounce.“Ifyouneedme,youcantext,callor

email.”

“Okay,”Katrinasays,andIcantellshe’sconfused.

“Youcanreportanythingimportantorpressingifitcomesup,”Iadd.

“Surething,”sheresponds,andwesaygoodbye.

Ihangupandstretchagain,savoringinthefactthatIdon’thavetoevengetoutofbed

ifIdon’twantto,butwhothefuckamIkiddinghere?Iliveoncoffeeinthemorning.

Ipullmyhairbackinano-nonsenseponytailandclimbintosomebrightpinkjogging

capris.Ipullatanktopovermyheadthatreads,“IsurvivedMardiGras,NOLA2012.”

Iwalktomykitchenbutstopdeadinmytrackswhenmydoorbellrings.

I’mnotexpectinganyone,andeveryoneIknowwillexpectmetobeatwork,soI’m

havingaperplexingmomentofwonder.

Iwalktothedoorandstandonmytiptoestopeerthroughthepeephole.

It’sOwenWolfe.Damn!Whatthehellishedoinghere?

Iswingthedooropenandbreezilygreethimwithasmile.“Goodmorning!”

Hewhipsoutabouquetofstargazerliliesfrombehindhisback.“Foryou,”hesaysin

acharmingvoiceandgivesmehismillion-dollarhandsome-as-fucksmile.

“Wow, thanks!” I take the flowers gratefully and bring them to my nostrils to sniff

theirwonderfularoma.“Thesearebeautiful,what’stheoccasion?”

Imoveasidetoallowhimin.

“Just pretty flowers for an even prettier woman,” he says with a grin, exposing his

perfectsetofteeth.

“Awesome,” I say. “Why don’t you take a seat on the couch, and I’ll make us some

coffee?”Isuggest.

“Thatsoundsamazing,”Owenadmitsandplopsdown.

He’s wearing a black suit with a dark navy tie. He looks ready for the workday and

sexyashell.

“Creamandsugar?”Icallfromthekitchen,askinghowhewantshiscup.

“Justcream,please,that’sgreat.Whateveryouhaveisfine,”herespondspolitely.

Ibringthemugsandhandhimoneofthem.“Foryou.”Igrin.

“Thanks.”Hetakesitandbringsituptohismouth.“Itsmellsdelicious.”

“So,whatareyoudoinghere?”Igetrighttothepoint.

“Moreimportantly,whyaren’tyouatwork?”heasks.

Ileanbackonthebackofthecouch.“IfyouthoughtIwouldbeatwork,thenwhyare

youatmyhouse?”Iraisemyeyebrow,tauntinghim.

Herollshiseyes.“Icalledyoursecretary,whotoldmeyouweren’tcomingintoday.”

“Oh…right,”Isay.NowIfeelfuckingstupid.

“Anyway,”hegivesmeacutelittlesmirkyexpression,“I’mheretoinviteyoutothe

LoneWolfeAnniversaryCelebration.”Hebeamswithpride.

“Noway!”Iflirtatiouslyslaphisknee.“It’sawesomeyou’rehavingapartyforthat.

Congratulationsbytheway.”Itakeasipofmycoffee.

“Thankyou,”hesayswithahumblenod.

“Whydidn’tyoujustmailmeaninvitation?”Ichuckle.

“Wellthat’sanotherpartofthereasonI’mhere,”hebeginsandtakesmyhandsinhis.

Hefeelswarm,strongandmasculine.

“Okay,”Isayandlookdownatourintertwininghandsasmyheartbeatsfaster.

“I want you to go as my date,” he says as if I should take this as a privilege and an

honor.

“Really?”Ismile.

“Ifyou’llhaveme,”hesayswiththegraceofatruegentleman.

Iponderthisideaforamoment.Intheory,itsoundslikeafantasticidea.Maybethere

willevenbesomecelebritiesthere,andmaybeOwenwillintroducemetothem.

“Well, you can probably guess that I’m doing a personality flip here.” I laugh and

crossmylegs.“Youknow,beginningwithhavingdinnerwithyoutheothernight—”

“Tonowplayinghookyfromwork…”Hegrinsandinterruptsme.

“Right.” I point a finger at him in agreement. “Something like that. Maybe I’m

becomingmorelikeyou.”

“Imightnotbethebestrolemodelforanyone,”Owenjokes.

I laugh and think about how much fun I have when I’m around him, but more

importantlyhowI’mactuallyfun,too,whenwe’retogether.I’mtryingtobemorerelaxed,
andIhopemyleisurelylifestyleplandoesn’tbackfire.

For now, I’m content to take each second and opportunity as they arise. There’s

somethingirresistibleaboutOwenthatdrawsmein,andIhaveahardtimesayingnoto
him,whichI’msurehe’salreadyusedto.

“Okay.”Inod.“Yes,I’llbeyourdateforyouranniversaryparty.”

Owen’seyeslightup.“That’sgreat,thankyousomuch.”

“No, thank you for inviting me.” I smile at him, wondering if we’ll end up in bed

togetheragain.Thefunniestpartofthisscenario?I’mnotevenafraidtoknowwhatmight
happen.

Owenstartstochuckleasifthere’sarealizationhittinghim.

“What?”Ichucklebecausehislaughterisinfectious.

“You went from being this uptight girl to the girl who doesn’t give a fuck about

anything.”

“That’s not true.” I raise my arm over my head. “I can think of something I care

about.”

Heleansbackonthesofa.“Oh,yeah?What?”

“Well,let’sseehere…”Itapmyindexfingeragainstmychin.“Aha!Icareaboutwhat

dressI’llweartoyourparty.”Inodassertively.

“That’smykindofwoman,”helaughs.

Rightnow,I’mcertainI’llbewhoeverIwanttobeandnothingmore.

“T

OWEN

hispartyisrad.”

“Hmm?”ItossadisinterestedglanceMelissa’sway.

Melissa Anderson is my heavy-set secretary. I’m talking borderline obese. She has

darkstraighthairandasassyattitude.Shedoesn’tallowherweighttobotherher,though,
andhasthementalityofahotgirl.

Sometimesthisgetsonmynerves,andothertimesitdoesn’tbothermethatmuch.She

hasenoughconfidenceforbothofus,though,andIneedtohaveanassistantonmyside
who’swillingtogetthejobdoneandnottakeshitfromanybody.

“Look,boss,”shesays,assheaffectionatelylikestocallme.“Peoplearepouringin

fromtheentrancetothebar.”

“Oh,right,”Isayvaguelyandstaredownatmyphone.

We’re at the second anniversary party for Lone Wolfe Productions. I know that

Melissa works her ass off and that part of the reason this festivity is so incredible is
becauseofherdiligentdedicationtonotonlyme,buttoherjobasawholeaswell,butI
justcan’tfuckingconcentrateonanythingrightnow.It’salmostasifIhavethefucking
attentionspanofatwo-year-old.

I have the entire top floor of the Ritz Carlton Hotel in New York rented out for the

entirenighttocelebratemysuccesses―andmyteamwhohelpedmealongtheway.

Why,yes,Ihavenoproblemgivingcreditwherecreditisdue.

MelissaissittingnexttomeonatrendyandswankyblackleathercouchintheVIP

loungearea.

She’s trying to give me a run-through of the program for tonight, but unfortunately,

I’mzoningoutlikeafuckingspacecadetorsomething.

Ihavemoreimportantissuesonmymindrightnow,andthebiggestoneiswhetheror

notMollyQuinnisgoingtoshowupandbemy‘date.’

“Areyouignoringme?”Melissacutsthroughmyfuzzyconcentrationonceagain.

“Huh? No, sorry, please continue.” I wave my hand at her, but she’s right; it’s a

hopelesscausetryingtokeepmeontrack.

Myeyeswon’tleavetheentrance.I’mwaitingforMollywithfullattentiononanyone

whowalksthroughthatdoor,hopingthatthenexttimeIglanceinthatdirection,I’llsee
hercomingtowardsme.

“Owen?”

This time I recognize the voice, and it’s male. I glance up to see Victor standing

directlyinfrontofme,blockingmyview.

“Ihavedrinks,man,”heannounces,andInodwhenInoticetwowhiskeysinhishand.

“Thanks,”Imumbleandcranemynecktopeerpasthim.

Melissa’svoicecontinuestodroneoninthebackground.

Victorsitsdownnexttomeandnudgesmehardinthesidewithhiselbow.

“Ouch.”Irubthepainfularea.“Whatthefuck,dude?”

VictorignoresmeandaddressesMelissadirectly.“Icantakethisfromhere,”hetells

her.

“Um,what?”Shegiveshimafunnylook.

“Owenhasshitforbrainsrightnow.”

“Well, that’s not good.” I see Melissa shake her head in my peripheral vision, but I

can’ttearmyeyesawayfromtheentranceforonefuckingmillisecond.

She’s probably bordering a fucking panic attack right now, and I’m to blame if it

happens. Obsessed doesn’t even begin to describe the way I’m acting right now, but I
don’tfuckingcare.

“He’llbealright.”Victornudgesmeagain,butmoregentlythistime.“Right,man?”

“Huh?”Istareathiminadaze.

VictorsmilesatMelissa.“See?”hesaysconfidently,althoughI’mnotdoingmybest

atsellingVictor’sconvincingstory.

“Whatabouthisspeech?”Melissa’seyesdartnervouslybetweenus.

“He’llwingit.”Victorshootsherawinkandasmile.

Melissaislikethefuckingqueenbee,guardingthehive.Shelooksreluctanttoleave

myside,butVictornodsreassuringlyatheragain.

“Don’tworry,IcantakecareofOwen.HejustneedssomeTLCfromhisbestfriend.”

“Okay.”Melissagiveshimanervousglance,butshestandsupandhesitantlymoves

awayfromus,mostlikelytodosomethingelsebehindthescenes.Idon’tfuckingknow,
secretaryandassistanttypeshit.

Victortakesasipofhiswhiskyandstaresatme.

I don’t blink and stare at the door some more, and I’ll keep staring forever if that’s

whatittakes.

“Dude, are you alright?” he asks, and waves his hand in front of my face as if he’s

tryingtobreakmytrance.

“Yeah,”Irespondrobotically.

“Thenwhatthefuckiswrongwithyou?”Hisvoiceishighandstringy.

Ilookathimandlaugh.“Nothing.”Itakeasipofmydrink.

“Youseemreallydistracted,Owen,”hesays.

“Iamnot,”Ideny,althoughIdon’treallyhaveavalidfuckingpointtobackmyselfup

witheither.

“Doesthishaveanythingtodowithyourfail-safeplan?”Victorasks.

Idon’tlookathim,Imerelystarestraightahead.“Eyeontheprizemyfriend,eyeon

thefuckingprize.”

“Doyouwantmetogivethetoastthen?”Victorlooksatme.

“Maybe.”Ishrug.

“Well,it’stime,”hesays.

“Howthehelldoyouknow?”Ilookupandscantheroom.

InoticeMelissawavingatVictor,holdingupcuecardslikeheneedstohelpgetme

readyforaspeech.

“Sure,goahead,”Isay,andgiveadefeatedlooktoVictor.“I’lljustfuckingscrewit

uprightnowinthestateofmindI’min.”

Victortakesadeepbreath.“Okay,noproblem,dude.”

Hegesturesformetostandup,whichistheleastIcando.Thisismyfuckingparty

afterall.

WhenVictorissurehecangrabeveryone’sattention,heclearshisthroatandclinksa

spoonagainstthesideofhisglass.

Everyonestaresathim,andatmebecauseI’mstandingrighttherebesidehim.Iknow

they’reexpectingmetosayafewwords,butIdon’thaveitinmerightnow.Istillhave
timetokillbeforemybigspeechatdinner.

VictordirectseveryfilmImake,sohe’smorethanworthyforthetaskathand.

“Goodevening,everyone.”Victor’svoicebellowsintheroom,capturingthemoment.

“I’llkeepthisshortandsweet,becauseI’mnotgoodwiththewordslikeOwenhere.”

Hechucklesandpointsathumbatme.

Iputonmybestcharmingsmileandwavetothecrowd.“Thankyouallforcoming.”

AtleastI’mabletosaythatmuchtotheroomfullofmyfriends,peers,andcoworkers.

“Anyway,”Victorsaysandholdsuphisglass,“Iwouldliketoproposeatoast.Weare

atthetwo-yearmarkforLoneWolfeProductions.Oursuccessisbroadandgrowinglike
wildfire. We would just like to thank each and every one of you, for all of you play an
intricate part in the role of keeping this operation successful. So, this party is for you,
becausetogether,weareone.”

Victorraiseshisglasshighandproud,andthecrowdjoinshim,clappingandroaring

withtheircongratulationsandjoy.

Once the chatter begins again, Victor and I sit down next to each other again on the

couch.

“Thanksforsavingmyass.”Igivehimachagrinedlook.

“Anytime.”Heslapsmyback.“That’swhatfriendsarefor.”

“IknowI’mstillgoingtohavetogoonthestagelaterwheneveryonesitsdownfor

dinner,”Isaybegrudgingly.

“You’lldofine,”Victorreassuresme.

Ijusthopehe’srightandthatMollyshowsupbeforethen.ThenmaybeI’llbeableto

fuckingfocus.

MOLLY

stareatthetwodresseslyingonmybed,eachonebeckoningmetopickthem.

I’m down to two choices, and fuck, it’s a difficult one. I analyze the

dresses.

Oneisasapphirecoloredhalterdress.It’ssexy,yetsophisticatedand…wellmaybea

littleonthesafeside.

Theotherisachampagnecoloreddressthat’salittlelongerinlength,buthasakiller,

plungingneckline.Imean,thepuppiesmightburstandspilloutofthisdressifIpickit…

Imentallycomparethemforatleastfiveminutes,butshit,Istillhavenofuckingclue

whichoneIwanttoweartoOwen’sparty.

DoIwanttomakeaboldstatement,ordoIwanttoplayitsafe?I’mstillundecided.

Ifthiswereanormaloccasion,andtheoldMollywaschoosingthedress,thingsmight

go a little differently. There would be no contemplating. It would automatically be the
sapphirehalterdressthatwouldcomeoutoftheclosetandaccompanymetotheparty.

Thechampagnedresswouldn’tevenbeanafter-thought.

The tides are turning, though, and I’m realizing with this new freedom that I am

choosingtoliveinthatlifecanbespicyandfun,fullofflavor.

Iwantmorefuckingchocolateinmylifeandlessplainole’boringvanilla,dammit.

Whatdoesfreedommeantome,youmightask?

First of all, it represents that I can actually have a choice, and not allow myself to

alwaystaketheeasyroad.

Thesapphiredressismoreonthediscreetside,yes.However,thechampagnedressis

bold,daringandsexy.

Thenewmeshouldmostdefinitelygofortheplungingneckline.Don’tyouagree?

Itakeadeepbreathandpickupthechampagnedressandpullitovermyslenderbody.

I stare at myself in my full-length bathroom mirror and gasp in disbelief at the sexy as
fuckwomanwhostandsinfrontofme.

I’mproudofmyself,andIcan’tfuckingwaittoseeOwen’seyesdroprightoutofhis

skullwhenhedrinksmeinwithdesire.

Ileavefortheparty,havingadriverdropmeoffrightinfrontofthehotel.Iridethe

elevatortothetopfloorwhereIknowthepartyishappening.

Icanhearthecrowd’sminglingchatterandthemusicplayingasIslowlyapproachthe

entrancedoors.

“MayItakeyourcoat,Miss?”Afemaleattendantgivesmeapolitesmileandholds

outherhand.

I’mwearingatrenchcoat.I’mnotchickeningout;it’sjustachilliernightthanusual

forthistimeofyearinthecity.

“Yes,thankyou,”Isay,andshakemyarmsoutofthecoat.Itiptheattendantandhead

inside,adjustingmyhairanddressatjustthelastsecondbeforeentering.

I look around, observing my initial surroundings. It looks like any normal party I’d

attend. There are people dancing in the center and a live band plays covers of 80s pop
songs.

The room is completely packed, and I find myself having to weave and maneuver

around people, bumping and brushing up against strangers as I push through to the bar
area.

I’mtakingmytime,walkingslowlysoIwon’tmissthechanceoffindingOwen,my

datefortheevening―justlikehewants.

Ifinallyspothimintheloungeareaonthebalcony.

“Owen,”Icallout,hopinghecanhearme.

Heturnsaroundandasoureyesmeet,myheartbeatsfasterandbloodrushesbetween

mylegs,pulsinginmypussy.

IgivehimacheesywavethatIpraydoesn’tlooklikedesperationtohispointofview.

Hishairisperfectlymanicured,shortanddark.Hehasclean-cutfeaturesandnotalickof
facialhair.

He’s wearing a tuxedo that makes him look even sexier than he already is. Yep, he

pullsofftheJamesBondtypeoflookexceptionallywell.

Heapproachesme,andIgrinfromeartoear.

“Hello,”Igreethim.

“Thankyouforcoming.I’msogladyouwereabletomakeit.”Heplantsasoftkisson

mycheek,anditticklesmeashislipsbrushagainstmyskin.

“You’rewelcome;it’smypleasure,”Irespondwithsincereenthusiasm.

NowcomesthespecialmomentI’vebeenwaitingfor.Owenglancesatme,checking

meoutfromthegroundup.

He’s undressing me with his bedroom eyes as a devilish and playful grin stretches

acrosshisgorgeousface.

“You look…” He trails off in wonderment as he continues to ogle me. “Absolutely

fuckingbeautiful,”hefinallyfinisheshissentence.

“Thankyou,”Isayandspininasubtlelittletwirl.

“Thatdressreallyleaveslittletotheimagination,”hewhispersintomyear.Hesmells

delicious.

“ThisdressrepresentsthenewandimprovedversionofMollyQuinn,”Iconfess.

“IlikethisnewMollyQuinn,”Owensaysasheintentionallybrushesupagainstmeso

thatIcanfeelthegrowingbulgeinhispants.

“Shouldwegogetadrink?”Iaskandpointtothebarareainsidethelounge.

“Absolutely.”Owennodsandfollowsmeinside.

Just as we’re about to hold hands, someone announces over the microphone that it’s

timeforOwentogivehisfounder’sspeech.

Soinsteadofheadingtothebar,Ifollowhimintoalargereceptionhallwherepeople

aresittingatroundtableseatingcateredsalmonsteaksandprimerib.

“YoucansituptherewithmybestfriendVictor.”Hepointstoatableinthefront.

“Okay,”IwhisperandwatchasOwentakesthestage.Ican’thelpbutfeelexcitedfor

him.

AsIwatchhimstandatthepodiumonthestage,myheartswellswithprideforbeing

chosentobeathisside,celebratingthisfantasticandwell-deservedmilestoneforhim.

Hespeakswithsuchloveandrespectforhiscolleagues,andIlikehowhementionsa

slewofthembyname,givingthempraiseandrecognition.

That,tome,showscharacteranddiplomaticbehaviorinaman,somethingIrespect.

SomethingOwenclearlyhasinspades.He’salsogotthesexysmolderinglookgoingon,
andIwishIcouldjumphisbonesrightthereonthestage.

Everyone has a discretion point, though, and even the new Molly can’t take the

passionandheatthatfar.

IhaveafleetingmomentofsadnessasIwatchhimtalkbecauseInaturallycompare

myselftohim.It’sjusthowIam.Lonelinessgnawsatmymind.Owengotwhereheisall
onhisown,withoutthehelporsupportofhisparents.

IwishIcouldclaimmyownrighttosuccess,withorwithoutmyparents’help.Ihave

afeelingthat,eitherway,I’mgoingtoendupwalkingthatroadalonesomehow.

WhenOwen’sspeechends,everyoneeruptsintoapplauseandsomepeopleintheback

even whistle. Owen looks humble as he climbs down the stage stairs, in the wake of a
standingovationthatI’mhappytobeapartof.

MOLLY

he vodka and lime slides easily down my throat and hits my belly with a
warmsplash.Icheckmywatchandnoticeit’sgettinglate,butI’mnowhere
near tired or ready to go home. I’m waiting for Owen to get back from

makinghisroundsoftheevening.

He’sbeengoneawhile,butIdon’tmindpassingthetimewithadrinkinhand.I’m

sittingonaredvelvetcouchintheVIPlounge,peoplewatchingwhileothersmingleon
theothersideofthedoor.

Istandupandwalkovertothewindowandlookdownatthecitybelow.Manhattanis

sofuckingbeautifulatnight,alllitupanddazzling.

Isipmyvodkaandlimeagain,takingalargergulp.Ilookdownatit.Fuck,it’shalf

empty already. Maybe I should slow down and pace myself, but it’s calming my jitters
aboutwhattoexpectfromOwentonight.

IguessIdon’thavemuchtimetothinkitthroughbecauseinthesameinstantthatI’m

wondering what happens next, Owen’s smiling face walks through the door of the VIP
lounge.

“Hey,”hesaysandgivesmeawave.

“Hi,”Igreethimandmovefromthewindowtoembracehiminahug.

He’swarmandburly,andohsofuckingsexy.

He’s wearing a tuxedo and his charming good looks are magnified by his sexy

billionaireattitude.

“Youcleanupnice.”

“Youaresimplystunning.”Hestandsbacktodrinkmein.

Ifeelvulnerableashiseyesscanmeupanddown.

“Yourcurvesareperfect—justenough.”

“Thanks,”Isayandwatchhimasamischievousgrinspreadsacrosshislips.Hiseyes

arehungryandtwinkleliketheelectriccitybelowus.

“I’mreallysorryittookmesolong.”Hegoesintoapologymode,genuinelylooking

sorrowfulformakingmewaitaroundforhimtocomeback.

“It’snobigdeal.”Iwaveahanddismissively.

Asheslowlyapproachesme,mybreathcatchesinmythroatandIfreezeinplacefora

moment,unabletomovefromthechemistryswirlingarounduslikeamagnet.

“No,really…I’msosorry,”hewhispersandbreathesintomyneckasheleansin.

His cologne is sexy, his tuxedo suit does him incredible favors, and it’s totally

affectingme.

As I stare up at him, I feel a warm and tingly sensation run through my body like a

coolbreezeonahotsummerday.“It’sokay,”Iwhisperback.“Iknowyouhavetobean
impeccablehosttoyourguests.”

Iwonderifhecanhearmyheartpoundinginmychest.

“You’reoneofmyguests,too,”hesayswithagrin,andtakesanotherstepcloserto

me.

“Yes…”Itrailoff,breathingheavily.

“So,Ineedtomakesureyouarecompletelysatisfied,too.”

“Oh?” I question him mock-innocently, but I have a feeling, based on his sexual

innuendo,thatIknowexactlywhathe’sreferringto.

“It’s true.” He takes his index finger and thumb and brushes them softly against my

cheek, then pulls my hair off my neck. “Now that I’m certain everyone out there feels
entertainedenough,it’syourturn.”

“Myturnforwhat?”I’mnearlypantingnow.

Theroomclosesinonme.Forrightnowit’sonlymeandOweninexistence,inthe

wholefuckingworld.

“Tofeelgood,”herespondsandwrapshisarmsaroundmywaist.

He’smuscularandstrongandIinstantlymeltintohisarms.

“Idofeelgood,”Isayandsmileupathim.

“Your night’s about to get even better,” he says excitedly and moves away, back

towardsanearlyhiddenalcove,whereheclosesusofffromthepartybypullingavelvet
curtainclosed,leavingustuckedawayinaprivateVIPlounge.

We’realone,butsurroundedbypeopleatthesametime.It’sprivate,intimateandsexy,

butknowingeveryoneelseisrightoutsidegivesmeanevenbiggersensationofarousal.
I’malreadyfuckingsoakingwetinanticipation.

“Comehere,”hesaysinawhisper.

Mylegshaveamindoftheirown,andIwalkslowlytowardshim,theforceemanating

fromhimsostrongthatit’spullingmetohimwithoutmeeventhinking.

When I reach him, he gently twirls me around. “You are so fucking sexy, you know

that,right?”Helooksatmeasifheexpectsmetoanswer.

“Ifyouthinkso,”Isay.

ThenextthingIknowhisbreathisicycoolagainstmyneck,sendingshiversoferotic

pleasureupmyspine.

The room goes blurry for a moment as I realize what’s happening. His hands are all

overme,franticwithdesireasheunzipsthebackofmydress.

I’m hot, then I’m cold, then I’m full of sexual friction and heat that I crave to have

satisfiedbyOwen.

Hekissesmyneckandmovesdowntomybreasts,whereheplungeshisfacebetween

mycleavage.I’mnotwearingabrabecauseitdoesn’tgowiththedress.

Itakeslowbreathstopacemyselfashesucksmyrightnippleintohismouth.

“You’resosexy,”hemoansovermytitasIrunmyhandsthroughhishair.

Hemovesmeovertothecouchandpushesmetoasittingposition.Hehelpsmeclimb

outofmydressandtossesitaside.

“Whatifsomeonewalksinandseesus?”Iwhisper.

Owenlooksupatmewithadevilish,slygrin.“Thenthey’llgetafantasticshow.”

“Stopit.”Iplayfullyshoveathim.“I’mserious.”

“Are you worried about it?” he asks but he doesn’t stop kissing me. His mouth

showers my stomach with slow, delicious licks that make my body tremble and quiver
withexcitement.

“No.”Ishakemyhead,becomingtooaddictedtothethrilltoworrynow.

“Good,becauseI’mnotgoingtostopuntilyourcumisdrippingfromthatsweetpussy

andrightintomymouth,”hegroans.“ThenI’mgoingtocoatmycockinit.”

“Areyougoingtotakeoffmypantiesnow?”Idemandimpatiently,bitingmylip.

“Withmyteeth,”hesaysrakishly.

Iinstinctivelyspreadmylegstoallowhimbetteraccess.Hegrazeshisfingerssoftly

againstmyinnerthighs,drivingmeabsolutelyfuckingwild.

“Touch me everywhere,” I beg. I’m ready to completely surrender myself to him. If

anyonestumblesinonusrightnow,Idon’tthinkI’devencareatthispoint.

“That’s my girl,” he says, and leans up to kiss my mouth again, hungrily tasting my

lipswithenthusiasm.

“Kissme,”Imoansoftly,butIdon’tmeanonthelips.

He raises his eyebrows as if he understands exactly what I’m fucking asking him to

do.

“I want to taste your sweet nectar. I am going to drink you up, every fucking last

drop,”hesays,andmoveshisheaddownbetweenmylegs,makingmesofuckingcrazy
ashepeelsmypantiesawaywithjusthisteeth,justlikehepromised.

Myhipswritheasiftheyhaveamindoftheirown,andthenhe’srightbackbetween

mylegs.HeopensmypussylipswithhisfingersfirstandImoanoutasIspreadmylegs

wideronthecouch.

Owen crouches below me and wiggles a finger between my sensitive, swollen pussy

lipsuntilhefindsmyclit.

“Fuck,you’resoincrediblywet,”hegroansandlickshislips.

“Tasteme,”Iplead.

“Gladly.”Hegivesmeawildandcockygrin.

Hepushesmylegsfurtherapart.Heleanshisheaddownandslowlykissesmypussy

mound,justtheverytop.

He’steasingmeandheknowsit’smakingmecrazy.

“Please,”Icontinuetobeg,needinghismouthonmyclit.

Finally, with delicate and tender kisses, he puts his mouth on me. I moan out as a

creamy, fuzzy sensation crawls its way from my toes to the top of my head. His tongue
worksvigorouslyonmypussylipsandclitasifhecan’tlickfuckingfastenough.

“Oh,yes,”Icryoutwithpleasure,andarchmyback,saggingmybodyintotheplush

velvetVIPcouch.

I’mallbutforgettingthattherearehundredsofpeoplejustoutsidethatcurtainbehind

us.

Owenupsthegameafewsecondslaterashepusheshisindexfingerintomywarm,

wet,drippingpussy.

Igrabthebackofhisheadandpushhimfurtherintome,buryinghisheadbetweenmy

legs.

Hisindexfingerwigglesaroundinsideofme,settingupacampofecstasywithinme.

“More,more,”Iwhisperinaseductivemoanasheworkshiswayupmypussyhole

tryingtohiteverysurfacehecanforthemaximumpleasurepossible.

He takes his thumb and swirls it around the rim of my asshole which heightens the

orgasmicsensation.

“Yes!” I cry out and run my hands through my own hair, then dig my heels into his

backwhileIwrapmylegsaroundhiswaistandsqueezetight,holdingonfordearlife.

Owenisafuckingsexgodrightnow,andIcan’tbelieveeverythingI’vebeenmissing

outonwithaloverwhenitcomestohowamazingheisatbringingmetoclimax.

His tongue works magic as he swirls it around in circles. He could be licking the

letterstothealphabetforallIknowandcare.Aslongashedoesn’tfuckingstop.

It feels so good that I know pretty soon I’m not going to be able to hold onto this

buildingorgasmthatwitheachpassingsecondthreatenstoeruptandexplodewithinme
likelavapouringfromavolcano.

Hismouthmakesaslipperyslurpingsoundashecontinuestoworkhardonmyclit,

making me drip faster with warm, juicy wetness. I know his face is probably slick and

coveredinmypussyjuices,andthatturnsmeonevenmore.

“Keepgoing,”Imoan,knowingI’mnearlythere.

IdigmynailsintothesideofthecouchandtrytomoanasquietlyasIcan,although

I’m sure at this point Owen wouldn’t even fucking care if someone walked behind the
curtain.

Thethreatofexposurewhilewe’redoingsomethingsoprivate,sonaughty,sendsme

overtheedge.

“I’mcoming,”Ishout,andtensemybodyastherippleeffecthitsmewithathousand

voltsofelectricity.

MyannouncementcausesOwentosuckandlickonmyclitevenmorefuriouslythan

before.Hekissesitanddrivesmeinsaneasthebrinkoforgasmseemsneverending.

After what seems like several minutes, my body finally stops shaking and trembling

fromtheaftermathofperfectclimax.

Ibreathinandout,hardandpantingasifI’mrunningamarathoninsteadofcoming

downfromthebestfuckingorgasmofmylife.

“Wow,you’refuckingamazing.”Igiggleandfeeltheheatflushmycheeks.I’mstill

burningwithdesireforhimandmadlydesperateforhimtofillmewiththefulllengthof
hisrock-hardcock.

“You’re incredible.” He grins at me like a giddy school boy. His mouth is wet and

glisteningwithmywarmcumandpussyjuices.

“Doyouwanttotasteyourself?”Hesmileswithmischievouswonder.

“Yes.”Iwrapmyarmsaroundhisneckanddrawhiminforaslow,intimatekissthat

causescurrentsofchemistryandsexualblisstofilltheairbetweenus.

“Howareyousogoodatfuckingmypussywithyourtongue?”Isaytohimandgive

himasexysmile.

Heshrugsandlooksfuckingadorable.“IguessIjusthaveanaturaltalentforit.”

I laugh and kiss him again, never wanting to let go. “You can use that talent on me

anytimeyouwant.”

Asweembrace,soclosetogether,Ifeelhisrock-hardcockpulsingagainstmybare,

innerthigh.

“Nobodyhascomeinhereyet.”Hegrinsasifhe’sproudofhisaccomplishment.

“It makes me feel so naughty to be behind this curtain with you knowing someone

couldwalkinatanymoment,”Isay,bitingmylip.

“You’re so sexy,” he murmurs as he nibbles on my neck, making me wet all over

again.

Hiscockisthrobbingonmyleg,beggingtoescapehispants.

“Fuckmenow.”Ilookintohiseyeswithafirmandsexystare.

His lips spread into a wild grin across his face. “Gladly,” he says with a burst of

enthusiasmasIhelphimgetoutofhispants.

He tosses them aside with a flick of his ankle. “I don’t need those right now.” He

laughs.

Iwrapmylegsaroundhiswaisttopullhimnear.“Putthathardcockinsidemeright

fuckingnow,Owen,”Idemand.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby, I love it when you say my name,” he responds, grabbing his

massivecockandpushingitbetweenmylegs.

AsmallcryescapesmylipsasIgaspfromtheincrediblesensationofhishardcocktip

pushingmywetandsensitivepussylipsapart.

“Fuckyes,”hegroansashepushesallthewayinsideofme,andIhelpbywiggling

myhipsandclimbingontopofhim.

HesitsdownonthevelvetcouchinthesameplaceIcameonlymomentsbefore.I’m

sittingontopofhim,mylegswideopenwhileIstraddlehim.

Ifanyonewalksinrightnowthey’llgetaniceviewofbothsetsofourasscheeks.

“Grindonmebaby,”hewhisperswithferocity.

Ibounceupanddown,movingmyhipsincircles,sultryandseductivelydrivinghim

wildashepusheshisfacebetweenmytitsandsucksonmynipplesinturn.

“Thisfeelsamazing,”hesaysandgrabsmyasscheeks.Hepullsthemapartandthen

gentlysqueezesthem,andthemovementmakesmyclitthrobwithpleasure.

“Yourcockissohuge,”IbreatheoutasIarchmybackandmovethehairoffmyneck.

“Damngirl,that’sasexyasspose.”Owengrinsatmeandhelpsmethrustinandout

bygrabbingmyhipsandbouncingmeupanddownontopofhim.

Igetthesuddenurgetobeevenclosertohim,soIwrapmyarmsaroundhimagain

and press my body against his, taking in the smell of cologne and sweat as our bodies
intertwineandfusetogether.

“Harder! Faster!” I cry, and Owen takes complete charge like the perfect alpha male

thatheis.

He has a look of determination on his face as he works toward his own orgasm. He

thrustsharderandhitsmyG-spotoverandover,makingmecloseinonthenextclimax
shockinglyfast.

“I’mcomingagain,”Ishoutandrockmybodybackandforth.

OwengripsmyhipsandholdsmeinplacesoIwon’tfalloffthecouch.Iwatchashis

facecontorts,Iknowhe’sgotaone-wayticketontheOrgasmTrain,andit’scomingfast.

While he’s still holding onto my hips, he spins me around so that I’m facing away

fromhim.

“Getonallfours,”heinstructsinagroaningvoice.

IputmyhandsonthefloorandspreadmyfingertipsapartasIgripthecarpetbelow

me.

“I’mgoingtofuckyouintheass,younaughtygirl,”Owengrunts.

OhGod.Yes.Iwantitsobad,I’mreadytobegforitlikeadirtyslut.Ibracemyself

forhimandmoansoftly.

“I’mready.Fillmeup,bigboy.”

Hechucklesandslapshiscockagainstthesideofmyasscheek,andthengripsitwith

hishand,squeezingtightly.

“Damn,thisisajuicy,perfectass,”hegroansagain.

Thenhespreadsmyasscheeksapartwithonehandandusestheotherhandtogather

my cum from my dripping pussy and coat my tight little hole with it. Then the world
shattersashepusheshiscockinsideofme.

“Oh,yeah,”hegruntsashetakesmyass,fillingmeupmorethanI’veeverbeenfilled

before.

I cry out again as if it’s the first time ever feeling him inside of me. It’s perfect.

Glorious.Earth-shatteringandmind-blowing.Everythingyou’dexpect,thenmore.

He takes my waist in his hands and thrusts in and out with purpose and passion,

gruntingasImoanwithpleasure.

“Ohfuck!”hecrieswithoutwarning.“I’mgoingtosquirtmycumalloveryourass,”

hesays.

Like a suction cup, his cock slides out of me with a little popping sound from the

frictionandthewetness.Heslapsmyasswithhiscockagain,andthenextthingIfeelis
hishotloadofcumasitsplashesontomyskin.

“Ohyeah,”Icryout,lovingthedelicioussensation.

Afteramomentortwo,hecollapsesnexttomeaswebothlaypantingforbreath.

“Webettergetdressed,”Isay,feelinglikemyCinderellahourisprobablyupbynow.

“You’reright.”Hiseyesshinewithpleasureashejumpsbackintohispants.

“Thanksforafuckinggreattime,”Isaywithalaugh.“Wouldyoumindhelpingme

zipmydress?”

“Of course,” he says, and gently brushes his fingertips against the skin of my arm,

givingmechillbumps.

Hepeeksoutthecurtainandsmilesbackatme.“Lookslikethecoastisclear.”

“Ican’tbelievenobodynoticedus,”Igiggle.

“Meeither,”heagreesandtakesmyhand.“Youwannagetoutofhere?”

“YoumeanoutofthepartyorthisVIPlounge?”Iquestionhim.

“Outoftheparty.Wannagobacktomyplace?”Hiseyessparklewithgiddiness.

“Yeah,”Inod.“YeahIwouldactually.”

“Follow me,” he says, and we take off into the sea of people who have no idea that

Owenjustfuckedmybrainsoutinapublicplace.

“Y

OWEN

ouknow,I’mgettingusedtothis,”IjokeasMollyandIdresstogetherinsidemy
masterbedroomsuite.

“What?”ShechucklesasIleanovertoputsocksonmyfeet.

“Wakingupbesideyou.”Iapproachherandgrazemyfingersagainstherback.

“Thatfeelsamazing,”shesays,andIfeelchillbumpsprickleonherskin.

“You’reasightforsoreeyeswhenIwakeup,too.”Shegrins.

“So, do you have time for breakfast?” I ask as she follows me into the living room

where I use a remote control to open my floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall windows
overlookingthepark.

“Yes,I’mstarving,”sheadmits.

“Me, too,” I agree and rub my chiseled rock-hard stomach that’s still without a shirt

yet.

“Great,”Mollysaysandwalksovertooneofthewindowstolookdown.

Thejoggersandstrollerpushersappearlikelittlebugsfromallthewayupinthesky

ontheforty-ninthfloor.

“Seeanythinggood?”IwalkovertojoinMollyandstandbesideheraswebothpeer

downattheManhattancitystreetsbelowandthefluffygreentreetopsliningthepark.

“Notreally.”Sheshakesherheadandgrinsatme,lockinginourgazetogetherinmy

memory.AlthoughI’mafraidofthesefeelingsforherbecausethey’regettingstrongerby
thefuckingsecond,IstillhaveCrystalonmybrain,too―whichmakesmefeelevenmore
confused.Andabitlikeadick.

“Iknowagreatbrunchplace,”Ioffer.“Comeon.”ItakeMolly’shandandmoveher

tothefrontdoor.

“Um,ImeanIlovetoseeyoushirtlessandall,andasmuchasI’msuretherestaurant

patrons will side with me, the owners might not,” she teases me and points to my bare
chest.

“Oh,right.”IgrinandfacepalmmyselfasifI’mactuallyforgettingtoclothemyself.

“Yousureloveyourbody,don’tyou?”shelaughs.

“HowcanInot?”Ijokeandflexmymuscles.

Mollywhistlesandclapsherhandstogether.

“Thankyou,sir,thatwillbeaperfectten,”sheannounces.

Itakealittlebowwhileshegiggles.Ipullapoloshirtovermyheadandlookather.

“What?”Iask.

“Nothing.” She gives me a funny look. “It’s just that your hair is now tousled from

throwingyourshirtoveryourheadandyoulookfuckingadorable.”

“Oh,”Isayandinstinctivelyplacemyhandontopofmyhair.

“Here,letmehelpyou,shesaysandstandsonhertiptoestostraightenoutmyhair.

Herfingersaresoftandmakemefeelwarmandrelaxed.Iliketheintimacyofthegesture
alot.MorethanIshould.

“There,muchbetter.”Shesmiles,thatfuckinggorgeoussmilethatjustdoesmein.

“Good. Ready to go?” I bounce on my heels, not sure what to do with this weird

nervousenergyshestirsupinme.

“Yep.”

IgiveMollyathumbsupandweheadoutdownstairstogether.

It’s a beautiful day for a slow stroll in the park. The birds are singing, the grass is

green, and the sky is blue. No, I’m not making any of this shit up! The universe is as
happyasIamrightnowinthismoment.

WeapproachaplacerightonthewaterandMollyglancesuptoreaditstitle.“Bread

andButter?”

Sheeyesmequizzically.

“Yep.”Ibeam.

“Well,howfuckingcuteisthat?”shesays,relishinginthename.

Wewalkinsideandrequestthatthehostessleadustoanoutsidetablesowecanenjoy

brunchinthewarmday.

“Thankyouagainforlastnight,”Mollysaysafewminuteslateronceourfoodarrives

atthetable.

Itakeaforkandknifeandcutintomyeggs,takingadelicateanddeliciousbite.

“Thankyouforagreeingtocomeasmydate,”Itellherandtakeasipofmymimosa.

“I’msuperproudofyou,”sheadmitsandwipeshermouthwithanapkin.“Youreally

deservealltheattentionyou’regettingforyourfilms.”

“I’monlyhalfthereasonforit.”Iwaveahanddismissively.“Didyougettomeetmy

bestfriendlastnight?VictorEvans?”

Forthefirsttimeinmyentirelife,Iwanttofocustheattentionawayfromme,andI

havenoideawhyMollyhasthiseffectonme.

Shenodsherhead.“Yeah,heseemslikeareallyniceguy.”

“He’s amazing,” I admit. “He directs all my movies. I would be nothing without his

eyefordetail.”

“Well I’m sure he appreciates your praise, too,” she offers, and I feel even closer to

Mollynow.She’ssograciousandcaring,sounlikeanyoftheothergirlsI’vedatedbefore.

Areweeventechnicallydating?I’mtooafraidtoask.

WhatthefuckamItalkingabout?OwenWolfeisneverafraidoffuckinganything.I

needtogetmyheadchecked.

“Probably,buthe’llbethefirsttoremindmeifIforget,”Ijokeandwinkather.

“You’restillthemanbehindthecurtain,”shesaysinaremindingtone,drippingwith

unlimitedcomplimentstoapparentlyshowerdirectlymyway.

Itakeasipofmymimosa,andit’ssofuckinggoodIwishthetastecouldlingerinmy

mouthforever.

“YoumeanliketheWizardofOz?”Itease.

“Maybe…”Mollyshrugs.“Sortof,onlylesscreepyanddefinitelywithlesseyebrow

scare.”Shelaughsalongwithme.

IfeellikeI’mfloatingonafuckingcloud.Molly’sheartisgenuine.She’snotoutfor

mymoney;she’sgotplentytospendonherown.

Her beauty is as evident as it was on the first day I met her, but the glow of her

surroundingpassionfillsmemorewitheachdayIspendwithher.

Iknow,I’mgrowingsappy,aren’tI?Maybethat’stheonlythingI’mreallyafraidof.

“Ihavetoadmitsomethingtoyou,”Isaywithabeatingheart,becauseI’mnotusedto

beingvulnerable.

“What?”Mollychewsandlooksatmequizzically.

“Before I started this film company, failure was always imminently pressing on my

mind.IthoughtI’dtryitoutandbombmiserably.Ijustknewthedaywouldcomewhere
I’d have to crawl back to my parents and beg them to help me.” I can’t believe I’m
fuckingadmittingthistoher.

“Thatdaynevercame,didit?”Molly’seyestwinkleandshegrins.

“No,thankfully,”Isighandleanbackinmychair,feelingfull.“Igaveupalongtime

agoontryingtopleasethem.Thefearofdisappointingdoctorsishugewhenyoujustso
happentobethesonoftwoofthem,”Ichuckle.

“You don’t have to tell me what it’s like to be a disappointment to parents.” Molly

rollshereyesandscoffsbitterly.

“Ihatetosayit,butI’mactuallyhappywehavethatincommon,”Ilaugh.

“IfIcangiveyouanytipsonthat,”Ipointakindfinger,“it’sthatifyouspendyour

entirelifetryingtoliveuptothepotentialthattheyplaceforyou,thenyou’relivingtheir

life,notyourown.”Isay.

Molly’seyeslightupasifI’mtellingherthesecretstotheuniverse.“OhmyGod,you

are totally right,” she says and stares off into space as if she’s digesting this new
information.

“Iaimtoplease.”Igrinandshrugmyshoulders.“TheindustryI’mcreatingisn’tthe

most ideal, but I’m proud of where we’ve come from and where we are heading in the
future,”Iadmit.

“Youshouldbe.”Mollygivesmeawarmsmile.

“ReadytoheadbacktotheAvalon?”IaskafterIpaythebill.

“I’m ready when you are,” Molly says. We walk out of the restaurant together, only

thistimeit’shandinhand.

OWEN

here are many moments in life where you simply react. It’s almost as
thoughyourbodyhasamindofitsown,andallyoucandoisrideinthe
backseatuntilyouregaincontrolagain.That’showIfeelrightnowstaring

atMolly’samazingbodyaswetakethebackelevatoruptomypenthouse.Ihaveareason
forthis.

Herclothingperfectlyadherestohercurves,andImoveinforakiss.Foramoment,I

almostforgetIneedtobreatheasIpullbackjustforasecondtogetsomeairbeforegoing
backintokissMolly.

She doesn’t miss a beat. She shoots her hand into my pants and grabs my cock,

massagingitbetweenwithherfingers.

“Iwantyoutofuckme,baby,”shemoans.“Righthereintheelevator.”

Fuckyeah.Icangetbehindthat.Wearesoonthesamepage.

“Getonyourkneesandsuckmycockfirst.”

Ireachoverandjammyfingerintothemanualstopbuttonontheelevator.I’mgoing

toenjoyeverysecondofthis.

“Yes,sir.”Withoutbreakingeyecontact,shegetsonherkneeswhilesimultaneously

pullingdownmypants.Atthatpoint,shehasmyfull12inchesrightinherface,andshe
knowsexactlyhowtohandleit.

She starts slow. She moves her mouth around the head of my cock while gently

movingherhandupanddownontheshaft.

Likeabeautifulcrescendo,shebeginstakingmoreandmoreofmycock.Afterjusta

fewseconds,she’sdeep-throatingthefull12inches.Normally,I’dhavetoholdthegirl’s
headinplacetogethertochokeonmycock,butMollyisapro.

Afterafewmoments,shetakesabreathbutgoesrightbackintotakingmycock.

“I’madirtyfuckingslut,”shesays.Thatreallygetsmegoing.IfeellikeIcouldcum

anysecondnow.ButIdon’twantthefuntoendquiteyet,soItakeastepback.

I move on Molly, spinning her around and pressing the front of her body into the

mirrorlinedelevatorwall.Thatsightishotasfuck.

Ibenddowntotakeoffherpantiesandpullherasstowardme.Shearchesherbackso

thatherpussystaresmerightintheface,alreadysoakingwet.Istartcirclingmytongue
aroundherclit.

Shebreathesinandoutheavily.She’sintoit,soIsticktwoofmyfingersinherpussy

toreallygethergoing.

“Goddamn…” I hear her moan to herself. I try to look at her face from the position

I’min.Idon’thavethebestviewofherO-face,butthat’swhatthemirrorsarefor.She
jutshertitsforward.Herbackisarched,andshe’smassaginghertitslikeshe’sfeelinga
pairforthefirsttime.

“Takeoffyourbra,”Isay.

“Yes,sir,”shereplies.Withoutmissingabeat,shepullsoffhershirtandtakesthebra

withit.Hertitsareamazing.IgobacktolickaroundherclitoriswhileImovemyhands
upsothatIcanfeelthemformyself.

Mollyputsherhandsovermyhands,almostasiftoguideme.She’sdrippingwetat

this point. Whoever cleans the elevators is definitely going to be in for a surprise when
theyseethemesswe’releaving.

It’stimeformetogetalittleforceful.Iflipherfromthepositionshe’sinnowsothat

now her back is against the wall. I spread her legs apart, but she already knows exactly
whatIhaveinmind.

Istandupandslammyhardcockinsideherpussy.It’saperfectfit,thesamewaya

gunfitsperfectlyinsideitsholster.Ileavemycockintherejustforacoupleseconds,and
that’swhenIstartgettingtowork.

Iplacemylefthandonherass.Withtheother,agrabherbyherhair.

“Fuckyeah,baby,”shemoans.Withthosethreewords,Istartreallygivingittoher.

Shekeepsrepeating“Fuck”toherselfwitheveryhardthrust.

Ican’thelpmyselfatthispoint.IcumwithaforceI’veneverfeltbefore.

“Ohyeah,”shemoansassheclimbsoffmycock.“Thatwassoamazing.”

“Youdon’tthinkwe’redoneyet,doyou?”Iask.“Iplanonmakingyoucomeabouta

dozenmoretimesbeforeI’mdonewithyou.”

“Afterallthat,you’vegotasecondroundinyou?”sheteases.

“Youactsurprised.”Ismirk.“Let’sgoinside,”Isay,restartingtheelevator.Ihelpher

pickupherclothesandusherherintomyapartmentwhenthedoorsslideopen.

“Oh my God,” she softly mutters to herself as I immediately get back to work

fingeringthatdeliciouspussyaswestumbletowardthebedroom.Shecrawlsontothebed,
spreading herself out like a model. It doesn’t take much for my hard-on to come back.
Fuck,let’sbereal.Itneverwentaway.Icouldgofordayswiththiswoman.

“Impressive,”shesays.

“Areyousurprised?”Ichuckleandcrawlontopofher,slammingmycockrightback

intoherpussy.It’sstillincrediblywet.Evenmoreso,actually.

Mollyplacesbothofherhandsonthebackofmyheadtopullmeinforakiss.It’sthe

mostpassionatethingI’vefeltsofarwithher,andthat’ssayingsomething.

Shedoesn’tletup.ShekeepswantingtokissmeasIslowlythrustmycockinsideher.

I’m not normally used to having such intimate moments with the women I fuck, but I
don’texactlymind.Icantellit’sgettingheroff.Andfuck,it’sgettingmeofftoo.Thisis
veeringintonewterritorywithher,butIcan’tsayI’mopposedtoit.

I’m tired of missionary, so I place both my hands on her ass and flip her over. Now

she’sontop,andshegrindsonmycocklikeafuckingstripper.

Iwantsomethingalittlerougher,soItakeherassinmyhandsandstartforcingherto

hopupanddownonmycock.

“Ohfuck!”sheexclaims.Sheusesherrightarmtokeephertitsfrombouncingupand

down,butIdon’twantmyviewtobeobstructedintheslightest.

“Iwanttoseeyourtitsbounce,”Isay.

“Yes,baby.”She’sextremelycompliantrightnow,readytogivemeanythingIwant.

Sheknowsthat’sthewayitwillbebestforbothofus—lettingmetakecontrol.Ilikethat
in a woman. The last thing I want to hear when I’m in bed with a beautiful woman is
hesitation.Iwanttojustgoforit.Andgoforitshedoes.

Shegetsoffmycock,justforasecond,sothatshecanturnaroundandgiveittome

reversecowgirl.Shemoansandgrindsonmycock.Ifinallygetarealchancetoadmire
her gorgeous ass. It makes me think of how fucking amazing it was to take her ass last
night.

“I’msuchadirtyfuckinggirl,”shesays.

I chuckle. “Yes, baby, you certainly are.” Normally, I would have much more

seductivethingstosayinbed,butshehasmesoworkedupit’shardtofocus.

“Punishme,”shesays.Islapherhardontheass.Sheletsoutalittlemoan.Ipause.I

don’twantthistoendtoosoonjustbecauseIgotalittleover-zealous.

Luckily,sheturnsherheadtowardmeandsays,“Keepspankingme,baby.”

Ispankheragainwiththesameforceaslasttime.Shemoansagain.Westartgetting

intoarhythmwhereIspankhertothepaceofhergrindingmycock.

The spanking really turns her on and she starts grinding faster than I can keep up. I

wanttomixthingsup,soIgetupfrommyposition.

Nowshe’sonherhandsandknees,sameaswhenIfuckedheronthefloor.

“Turnaround,”Isay.Shecomplies.Itakemyhardcockandplaceitbetweenhertwo

gorgeoustits.Icovermycockwithhertitsandstartthrusting.

She softly moans to herself. She even takes hold of her tits and starts rubbing them

vigorouslyagainstmycock.Idon’tevenhavetomoveitatthispoint.

Ican’thelpbutenvisioncomingrightnow.TheonlywayMollycouldbeevensexier

tomerightnowwouldbeifshewerecoveredwithmycum.

“Shower?”sheasks.AndI’mfuckinggladsheaskedit.

Shedoesn’tleavemysideasIturnontheshower.Infact,shecranksmycockaswe

waitforthewatertogettotheperfectheat.Westepin.

I take her and vigorously stick my tongue down her throat. She’s like putty in my

hands,whichiswhyIliftherup,soherfeetarenolongertouchingtheground.

Iresthergentlyonmycockandstartthrustingherupanddown.Istarttoslowdown.

They say in life you should take time to appreciate the little things. And that’s what

I’mdoingrightnow.Thewaterbeadsglistenonherskin.

Itaketimetowatchonebeadinparticularfallonhershoulder.Itslowlydripsdown

untilitreacheshertit.Itmanagestoactuallylanddirectlyonhernipple.

Ibendmyheadandstartsuckingonhertit.Shefuckinglovesit.Shegraspstheback

of my head to keep me by her tits, and I have no problem with that whatsoever. I stop
suckingandstartusingmytonguetoflickthetipofhernipple.

“Yes,yes!Fuckme!”shescreams.That’swhatdoesitforher.Shestartstocomehard,

all over my cock, coating it with her cum as I continue to pound into her. She contracts
andconvulsesaroundme,andIcanfillarushofadrenalinetomycock.I’mabouttocum
now,evenhardertobefore.

“I’mabouttocum!”Ishout.

“Cumonmyface!”sheyells.Thosearethefoursexiestwordsanywomancanyell.

Istopthrustingtolethergetoffmycock.Shegetsonherknees,andshestartssucking

mycock.Shetakestheentire12inchesdownherthroat.Ifshedoesn’tletupalittlebit,
thenmycumisabouttohitthebackofherthroat.

It’soddtosay,butwe’realmostinsync.It’slikeshecansenseI’mabouttocum,so

sheletsuptojerkmeoff.That’swhenIstarttocum.

She directs my cock so that the cum lands directly on her cheek. The shower rains

down,soitalmostwashesoffthecumassoonasithitstheskin.Imoveheroutoftheway
becauseIwanttoseemycumalloverherface.

There’salotofcumforhertogetout,butshekeepsjerkingmeoff,makingsuretoget

everylastdropoutofme.

Afterherfaceisalreadydrippingwithmycum,shedirectsmycocktowardhertits.

There’s still quite a lot left. My assumption was right. Dripping with my cum, she
becomesthemostbeautifulgirlIhaveeverseenintheworld.

AfewminuteslaterI’mlyinginbed.IletMollyhavesometimeintheshower,soshe

can have some time to clean herself up. And truth be told, I could use a little time to
composemyself.

It’sbeenawhilesinceI’vefeltsoexhaustedafterfucking,butMollyreallyputsme

throughtherounds.

After a few minutes, Molly exits. She has a towel wrapped around her head, but the

restofherperfectbodyisexposed.

Sheseesmylyingonthebedandasks,“Don’ttellmeyouwanttogoanothertime?”

“Iwouldn’tbeopposed,”Irespond.

“Youmaybeready,butIthinkIneedalittlerest.”

“Fairenough.”

Mollyliesonthebednexttome.Lookingintomyeyes,sheaskswithateasinggrin,

“Youwouldn’tmindifwejuststayedinbedallday,wouldyou?I’mnotsureIcankeep
myeyesopenifIhavetofindmywaybackhome.”

“Sure,ofcourse.”It’sthetotalfuckingtruth.Idon’twanthertogo.Icouldgetusedto

herinmybedeveryfuckingday.Itkindofscarestheshitoutofme,butnotenoughfor
metomakehergo.

“Andyouneverknow,maybeI’llwanttogoforRound3injustabit.”

“It’salwaysonthetable.”Shemakesherselfcomfortable.Shetakesthetoweloffher

head,getssituatedunderthecovers,andfallsasleepalmostinstantly.

Ifeelhappy.Andnotinan“Ijusthadsex”kindofhappy.ButakindthatI’venever

experiencedbefore.Wherethere’snothingI’dratherbedoingthanlyingherenexttoher.

Thecraziestpart?Ilikeit.Awholefuckinglot.AndIdon’tknowwhatthefucktodo

aboutit.

OWEN

yarmisasleep,butIcan’tbringmyselftopullMolly’sbeautifulheadoff
it.

She’ssleepingsoundlyandcontentedly.Imoveeversoslightly,andshesighs.

Iwaitafewmoreseconds,beforeIfinallycan’ttakeitanymore;myarmisthrobbing

inpain.Icarefullyplaceherheaddownonthepillownexttomeandgentlyrollaway,as
nottodisturbher.

Itworks,andsheremainspeacefullyasleep.

I leave the bed and walk to the living room, stretching and rubbing my sore arm. I

haveroomserviceonspeeddialbecauseit’sconvenient,andlet’sfaceit―I’mnotmuch
ofacook.

I know that Molly will probably be hungry when she wakes up. This is the second

night in a row she’s spending the night with me, and I can’t help but feel growing
attachmentforher,eventhoughIstillhavetheclubandgettingbackintoitinthebackof
mymind.

Acheeryroomserviceattendantanswersthephone.ItsoundslikeMark,butIcan’tbe

certain,soIdon’tcallhimbyname.

Yes,Iknowmostoftheirnamesbyheart.I’mpathetic.Iknowit.

“Goodmorning,”Iyawnsleepily.“Ineedbreakfastbroughttotheforty-ninthfloor.”

“Yes,sir,”themansaysontheotherend.“WhatcanIbringyou?”

“Hmm,”Isayandcontemplatethechoices.Iprettymuchhavethemenumemorizedat

thispoint.

IknowMollywillprobablywantsomefreshfruitandoatmealorsomething.Chicks

alwaystrytoeathealthy,butevenIcan’tresisteverynowandthen.IjustmakesureIget
somegoodironpumpingsessionsinifIeatheftyportions.

I order the fruit and oatmeal for Molly, and I order bacon egg and cheese on a

croissant for myself. I promise I’ll work out later, and sex with Molly is always a great
waytobreakasweat,too.

I hang up with room service, and literally as soon as I set my phone down on the

couch,mydoorbellrings.

Isitthereforasecond.There’snofuckingwayroomserviceisalreadyhere.Imean,

surethey’requick,butnotthatfuckingquick.

I walk to the door and open it. Surprise hits my face when I see that it’s Victor

standingontheotherside.

“Hey,man,”Victorsaysbreezilywithanodingreeting.

Hewalkspastme,rightintothekitchenwhereheproceedstopopopenabeerbottle,

helpinghimselftomyfridgewhilehetakesaswig.

“Ah,”hesaysinarefreshingtonewithagulp.“That’sfuckingamazing.”

Ihavesomewhatofanopen-doorpolicywhenitcomestoVictor.Hehasakey,buthe

won’tuseitunlessheasksmefirst.

Unfortunately,thatlittlesetupcan’tbereciprocatedbecausehe’smarriedwithabossy-

asswifeandtwoannoyinglittlebrats.

I’monlykidding;Ilovehisgirls,butkidsaren’treallymything…oratleast,notyet.

“So, how are things with you this morning? How was your night?” Victor takes

anothersipofthebeerandsitsdownatabarstoolatmykitchenisland.

“Pretty good.” I nod and cross my arms. “Starting early, aren’t we?” I add, nodding

towardthebeer.

“That’sit?”Victorraisesaneyebrow,ignoringmycomment.

“What?”Ichuckleandscratchmyhead.

“I don’t know, suddenly the famous Owen Wolfe becomes shy?” Victor gives me a

knowinglook.

“I’mnotshy,”Iscoff.“Justalittletiredisall.”

“Whyisthat?”Victorsmirks.

“Come on, dude, quit busting my balls already.” I roll my eyes and cross my arms

again,fidgetingdefensively.

“You know I like to fuck with you.” Victor chuckles before downing the rest of his

beer.

“Dude,youreallyfuckingfinishedthatinahurry,”Inote.“It’sseveno’clockinthe

damnmorning.”

“Iwasthirsty,okay?”Victorgrins.“Besides,youshouldhaveonewithme.”

“Imightwhenmyroomserviceorderarrives,”Isay.

“IwishIarrivedafewminutesearlier,andIwouldhaveorderedwithyou,”hesays.

“Here’sthephone.”Ihandhimmycell.

“Nah,that’sokay.Ican’treallystaytoolong.”

“Gottagetbacktotheoleballandchain,huh?”Nowit’smyturntoteasehim.

“You know it.” Victor nods, too lazy and tired of me making fun of him for so long

abouthismarriage.

“Doesthatmeanyouaren’tgoingtoworktoday?”Iask.

“Ihavesometelecommutingconferenceslater,”hementions.

“Cool.”Inod.

“Sobacktothingswithyou…”Victordrumshishandsonthecountertop.“Howare

thingsgoingwithMolly?Doyouhaveherwrappedaroundyourfingeryet?”

Iglancedownthehallwaywheremymasterbedroomis.Ichucklenervously.“What

doyoumean?”Iaskvaguely.

“Imeanhow’stheplanworkingoutsofar?”Victorslapsmyback.

I want Victor to stop running his fucking mouth, but I can’t exactly act suspicious

eitherandraisehiscuriosityevenfurther.

“So, are you at full seduction level with her yet? Is she just drooling over you and

meltingintoyourarmsjustlikeyouwant?Issherightwhereyouwanther?”

Victor’seyesareeageranddazzlinglikehewantstogossiplikeafuckingteenagegirl.

“Calmdown,man,”Isay,pitchingmyvoicelow.

JesusChrist.Ibetyou’rereallyfreakingoutrightnow,aren’tyou?Yeah,metoo,even

thoughI’mtryingtoplayitcool.ButIdon’twantMollytooverhearhimanymorethan
youdo.

“Well,haveyouatleastbroughtupthemembershipthingtoheryet?”Victorasks.

You know just a few seconds ago when I mentioned that my worst fear is Molly

overhearingVictor?

Youprobablyalreadyknowwherethisisheading,don’tyou?

Yep, you’re right. Spot on. Of fucking course, she walks in the room at the exact

momentthatVictorasksaboutthemembership.

IhavethefleetingsensationthatI’mfloating,thenmycheeksburnwithhumiliation,

becauseI’mcaught.

Waitasecond!Maybeshedidn’toverheartheentireconversation.

Fatfuckingchance,andthenextwordsoutofhermouthmakemecringetomycore.

Shelooksatmewitheyeslikeawoundedbunny,asifIjustshotherintheforestfor

noapparentreasonwhileshejustsohappenedtobehoppingby.

IglanceatVictorwithalookthatletshimknowI’mgoingtokillhimthefirstchance

Iget.Idon’twanttomakeeyecontactwithMolly,butIforcemyselfto,becauseit’swhat
arealmandoeswhenhe’scornered.Idon’tfuckingflee.

SheaskstheburningquestionthatIalreadyknowiscoming.

“Owen,”shestammersindisbelief.“Isittrue?”ShelooksbetweenVictorandme.

“What?”Iask.MaybeIcangetawaywithplayingdumbhere?

“Haveyoujustbeentryingtoseducemethiswholetime?”Hervoicecracks,butshe

doesn’tcry.

“Yes.”Inodandhangmyshoulders.“It’strue.”There’snofuckingpointindenying

anyofit.Sheobviouslyhearditall.

“Why?”Hervoiceishurt,broken.

I take a deep breath and look at Victor. He’s staring at the ground remorsefully. The

dick.

“I’msosorry,Molly.”Itrytotakeherhands,butshejerksawayandtakesafewsteps

back,awayfromme.

“Igotkickedoutofoneofyourfather’sclubs,”Iadmit.“IthoughtthatifIcouldget

youonmyside,youcouldhelpmere-instatemymembership.”

IomitthepartaboutbeingabletoupholdmydatewithCrystal.Iknowthatlittletidbit

willbetoomuchforMollytobearontopoffuckingeverythingelse.

“Youfuckingasshole!”Mollyslapsmychest.

IstandthereandtakeherabusebecauseI’mfuckingpondscumandIdeserveit.

“How could you treat me like this? The lies?” She’s really shouting now. “I trusted

you,youfuckingdirtbag!”

“Molly,I—”

“Oh,saveyourfuckingbullshitforsomebodywhocares.”

Molly’stearsoakedexpressioncripplesme.Sherunsoutofapartment,slammingthe

doorbehindher.She’sstillwearingmyoversizedt-shirtandapairofgirlyshorts.

“I’msosorry,man,”Victorsays,andIturnaround,rememberingthathe’sstillhere.

“Sorry?You’refuckingsorry?Whatthefuckdidyoujustdo?”Ishout.

“Any chance you had of reinstating your membership is now ruined, and it’s all my

fault,”hesaysregretfully.

“Yeah, no shit!” I seethe. “Why don’t you just shut the fuck up anyway,” I add. “I

don’tevenfuckingcareaboutthemembershipanymore.Ineedtofindawaytofixthis.”

Victor lets himself out, and I pace my living room floor, wondering if I should run

after Molly. I’m fucking clueless. I don’t know what to do. And the crazy thing is that
whatIsaidtoVictoristotallytrue.Idon’tfuckingcareaboutthemembershipnow.

AllIcareaboutisMolly.AndnowI’velosther,too.

MOLLY

slightdrizzlebeginstotrickleoutsideofmycarwindowasIsitsullenlyinthe
backseatandwatchthewaterdropletsgentlymaketheirwaydown,justlikethe
tearsI’mholdinginside.

Yeah,IknowI’mbeingfuckingmelancholy;youdon’thavetopointthatshitoutto

me.

I’malsofuckingmadasahornet.

I’m directing most of this anger at myself more than at Owen. I should know better

thantogetinvolvedwithaguylikethat.Allguysarethesame,butwhenthey’rerichand
successful?Magnifythatcockyarrogancebylike…amillion.

Ishouldhaveknown.

We arrive at my office, and the driver puts the flashers on while he runs around the

passengersideseattoletmeoutofthebackseat.Heopensthedoorformeandholdsup
anumbrella.

“Hereyougo,miss,watchoutforthatpuddle,andpleasetrynottoslip.”Hegivesme

asmileandhiseyesflashwithgenuineconcern.

IfonlyIcouldgetOwentocareaboutmelikethat.Realandgenuine.Notsomeact

becausehehasanulteriormotive.I’mregretfulandpouty.Wallowinginself-pity.Ishould
reallyfuckingsnapoutofitrightnow.

“Ma’am?”Ihearmydrivercallbacktome.

Ispinaround.“Yeah?”

“Doyouwantmetopickyouupagainafterbusinesshours?”heasks.

“Yes,”Irespond.

I know I’m staring at him blankly, like I’m a fucking space cadet. It’s almost as if I

can’t focus on one person or one thing in particular, and I’m just grasping at straws to
evenputonefootinfrontoftheother.

Ishakeoutmyumbrellaandpushitbackdownbeforeheadinginsidethelobby.Ihate

wet days like this, but as I glance back outside the double doors leading to the street, I
noticethattherainisstartingtopickup.

I watch as people try to dart around it and run from being completely pelted and

soaked.

AtleastImadeitinsidebeforethedownpourhit.

See,there’sasilverliningineverything.IcanbeoptimisticwhenIwanttobe.

Iridetheelevatoruptomyfloor,andwhenIstepout,Iforcemyselfintothemindset

thatI’mgoingtogoaboutmydailyroutineandeverythingwillbebusinessasusual.

I’lltrytofuckingforgetaboutthatprickOwenWolfe.Nowonderhiscorporationhas

the name ‘Lone Wolfe.’ No respectable female would dare settle down with the likes of
him.I’mafuckingidiot.

IplopdownatmydeskchairandturnonmycomputerwhileIsipthelatteIpickedup

onthewayin.

IsighandstareatthescreenasifI’mlookingforanswersthatitobviouslycan’tgive

mebecauseit’sadamncomputer.

“Goodmorning!”

IglanceuptoseeKatrina’sbrightandbubblyfacestaringatmeasifnothingisoutof

theordinary.

Ofcourse,tohereverythingisnormalbecauseIkeepmyromanticlifeprivateandshe

hasnoreasontosuspectI’msinkingintoadarkabyssofsadness.

I know I’m being melodramatic right now, but I have the right to be fucking pissed,

okay?

“Hi, Katrina.” I give her a polite smile and prop my elbows up on top of the desk

expectantly.“Whatdoyouhaveformetoday?”

“Well…”shebeginsbutIinterrupther.

“Let’s’ just start with this morning,” I joke. I can’t handle the rundown for an entire

dayuntilallthecoffeeinmycupisrunningthroughmyveins.

“Okay.”Shenodsenthusiasticallyandbouncesonherheel.“Youhaveameetingwith

potentialinvestorsinthirtyminutes,”shebegins,lookingatheriPod.

Yes,that’sright―we’rehightecharoundhere.Katrinahasasmartdeviceinsteadofa

notepadandapen.

“I’ll get ready for that.” I nod and take a deep breath. Oh yeah, by the way, I’ll be

nowherefuckingreadyforthat.

“You have a lunch date with one of the clients who does interviews for the talent,”

Katrinamentions.

“Alright.”Irubmytemples.“Ithinkthat’senoughforrightnow.”Ilookupatherand

smile.

Katrina types something into the iPad then moves her head up again. “Do you need

anythingelsefrommerightnow?”

“Idon’tthinkso.”Ishrugandforceasmile.

Katrinaletsherselfout.

“Oh,Katrina?”Icallbeforeshe’scompletelyoutofsight.

“Yes?”Sheturnsaround.

“Willyoupleaseclosemyofficedoorbehindyou?”

“Surething,”shesaysandthenleavesmeinprivacytowallowinmyowndespair.

I take a glance around the room. I have a sad little fern plant in the corner by the

window.It’sapparentthatithasn’tbeenwateredinalongtime.

Itsleavesaredroopyanddry,muchlikemyspirit.

I’mbacktomyusual,boringselfandhermonotonousroutineafterall.Somuchfor

livingontheedge.Lookwhereitfuckinggotme.

Meanwhile my father is probably sitting in his mansion-slash-palace. I picture him

sittinginhisstudywithabrandyinhishandandthemorningpaper.

Yes,abrandythisearly.

MybrotherHarryisprobablyplayinggolfinsomerichcountyclub,noteventhinking

aboutwork,whileIsithereanddoallthehardshit,keepingthiscompanyafloat.

Nobodyfuckingcares,sowhyshouldI?

IregrettakingtheriskwithOwen.Itonlybackfiredinmyface.Youknowwhatthey

say,hindsightistwenty/twenty,right?

I’mjustgoingtohavetolearnthehardwayandtakewhatIknowandapplyittomy

lifefromnowon.

Imean,amIreallythatstupidtofallforhismanipulatingqualities?

Waitasecond,don’tanswerthat.

Then out of nowhere, an idea comes to me. I pick up my office phone and dial the

ExposeClub.Abored-soundinggirlanswersthephone.

“Hi,Ineedtospeaktotheclubmanager,”Istateassertively.

“Hangon,”thegirldrones,andIhearelevatormusicfillmyeardrumsasshetransfers

thecallandplacesmeonhold.

A few seconds later, I hear his voice come on the line. “Jay Fletcher.” His voice

soundsimpatient,likehemightbeinthemiddleofsomething.

“Hi,Jay,it’sMollyQuinn.”

Jayclearshisthroat.“Oh,hey,Molly,what’sup?”

IshouldprobablymentionherethatJayandIareonafirstnamebasiswitheachother

becausewehavetoworkhandinhandagreatdeal.

“I’mcallingaboutOwenWolfe,”Isay.

“Oh,right.”Jay’svoiceimmediatelycutstoanapologetictone,whichIignore.

I’mgoingtokeepthisshortandfuckingsweet.

“It’scometomyattentionthatheissuspendedfromtheclubrightnow,”Ibegin.

“You’recorrect,”Jaycoughs.

Idon’telaborateonhowIknowthisinformation,andJaydoesn’tpressme.

“Ineedyoutogoaheadandliftthatsuspension,”Isayfirmly,knowingthatJaywill

wanttokeepmyfatherhappy,andhe’llbewillingtocomplyforthatreasonalone.

“Okay,sure…”Jaysaysapprehensively.“Anyparticularreasonwhy?”

“Nope,” I chime in a high voice. “Thanks for your help, Jay. Please notify Owen at

once that he’s reinstated,” I say abruptly, and hang up before he can ask me any further
questionsaboutit.

Isighandplacemyheadinmyhands.Well,atleastoneofuswillbehappy.

OWEN

ictorandIareinhisaward-winningman-cavebasement,drinkingacoupleof
coldbeersathisminibarwhenthedoorbellringsfromupstairs.

Victor’swifeandkidsareatballetpractice,soVictorhastogoupstairstoanswerthe

door.Ifollowhim,curioustoseewho’sthere.

When Victor opens the door, Jay from the club stands there in his signature leather

jacketandapairofjeans.

“Hey,Jay,comeonin.”VictorgesturesJayinside.Ifhe’sbaffledbyExpose’smanager

ringinghisdoorbell,hedoesn’tshowit.

Wewalkbackintothemainlivingroom.

“Please,takeaseat,”Victorsays,andbothJayandIdoasheinstructs.

JaysitsontheoppositecouchacrossfromVictorandme,andIgulpnervouslyandtry

tokeepmybreathingeven.Jayisn’tinthebusinessofmakinghousecalls,especiallyway
outhereinConnecticut,sotosayI’mfuckingfreakingoutisthefuckingunderstatement
oftheyear.

Thethree of ussit there, staringat each other likea couple offucking chumps for a

fewminutes,thenJayfinallybreakstheiceandspeaks.

“Hereyougo,man.”HeextendshishandtorevealmybelovedGoldCard.

“Whatthefuckisthisabout?”Iaskwithconfusion.Idon’ttakethecardatfirst,afraid

thisissomesortoffuckingtrap.

“Thisisforyou.We’reofficiallyreinstatingyouasoftoday,”Jaysaysandwigglesthe

cardinhishand,beckoningmetotakeit.

Istareathim,thenthecard,thenbackathim.

“Areyougoingtofuckingtakethedamnthingorwhat?”Jaychuckles.

InodandgrabthecardbeforeJaycanchangehismind.IlookoveratVictor,whose

expressiondoesn’trevealthathehasanyfuckingcluewhat’sgoingoneither.

“Thisisn’tajoke?”IraiseaneyebrowandlooktoJayforsolidconfirmation.

“Nope,deadserious,”Jaysaysandnods,leaningoveronhiselbows.

“Why?”Iaskthepressingquestion.

Victorbeginstobounceinhisseat,interruptingJayfromanswering.“Thisisfucking

badass,man.”He’sreallyhypedup,Icantell.

“What?”Ilaughandlookathim.

“You know,” he playfully slaps my upper arm, “this is like a true miracle. You’re

gettingyourcardbackjustintimeforyourdatewithCrystal!”

Victor high fives me, and I glance back at Jay, who’s just staring at us like we are a

coupleofdipshits.He’snotentirelywrongaboutthat.

“So?”Iaskexpectantly.

“What?”JayshrugsandlooksbetweenmeandVictor.

“Whydidyouguyschangeyourmind?Whyareyougivingmemycardback?”Itwirl

the card between my thumb and index finger. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m super
stokedtogetitback.”Igrinathim.

“Ijustwanttoknowwhotothank,”Ichuckle.

Jaytakesadeepbreathandstandsup.

“Wegotacallfrom‘above.’”Heevenfuckingusesairquotes.

Hemovestothedoor.“Bye,fellas,I’llletmyselfout.”Jaycastsusawave.

“Bye.”Victorwavesbackandgrinsatme.

“That’sallyouaregoingtogiveme?”IshoutbacktoJay.“Comeon,notevenalittle

clue?”

Jayopensthedoorandleaves,closingitshuttightbehindhim.

“Thisissoawesome,dude!”Victorgivesmeacongratulatoryslapontheback.

I absentmindedly place the card on the table, paying it no attention. I don’t even

fuckingcarewhatitrepresentsrightnow,andthefactthatIhaveitbackmeansjackshitto
meatthispoint.

Istareatitblankly,notsayingaword.

“Uh,Owen…?”IhearVictorcallingmyname.“Youokayinthere,buddy?”

Hegivesmeaquizzicallook.

“I’mfine.”Ishrug.“Wanttogobacktodrinkinginyourbasement?”

VictorlooksatmeasifI’mlosingmyshit.

“Dude,areyouevenremotelyexcited?”

“Forwhat?”Iask.

“Um, let’s see…to have your card back? You are officially back as a Gold Member,

thisisfuckingepic!”

“Icouldcareless,really.”Ishrugdismissively.

“IthoughtthewholepointwastoscoretheraredatewithCrystal?”Victorpicksupthe

cardandstudiesit.“It’sgotyournameonit;it’sreallyyours,”hesayswithoutlookingup.

“Yeah…”Itrailoff.

“Owen,listentome.”

ImeeteyeswithVictor,who’swearingaseriousexpression.

“What?”Iask,feelinguncomfortablebyhisdauntinggaze.

“Don’tmakethesamemistakesImadeinlife,”Victorconfessesfirmly.“You’vebeen

piningoverCrystalformonths.”

“I’m not making any mistakes,” I lie. I’ve made a huge fucking mistake by leading

Mollyon.

Victorshakeshishead.

Hedoesn’tbelieveme,butheknowsmebetterthananyone,sowhyshouldhe?

“Menlikeyoudon’tsettledown,”heaffirms.

“I’mnottryingtosettledown,”Iprotest.

“YoulikeMolly.”Victorfinallymakeshispointandconfrontsme.

“Maybe.”Idon’tpretend,Idon’tdenyit.

“So,I’mjusttellingyou,it’snotagoodidea.You’llenduplikeme.”

I stare at Victor as if he’s a fucking idiot. “Victor, you have a great life, and I know

youloveyourfamily,”Ishootback.

“Yes, I love them, but I would do anything to have a date with Crystal. You don’t

knowhowluckyyouhaveitrightnow,Owen.She’salmostuntouchable,andtotallyout
ofthegraspofamarriedguylikeme.”

“I’vehurtMolly,”Isayinawhisper.

“She’llgetoverit.”Victorrollshiseyes.

“You think I should still keep my date with Crystal?” I ask, even though Victor is

alreadysellinghiscaseprettyfuckinghardrightnow.

“Absolutely,” he says, nodding with confirmation. “She’s fucking gold, brother, the

pillarofmanhood,thereasoneveryguyattheExposeClubpaystopdollartohavethat
membership.”

“Iguessyou’reright…”Itrailoff.Hemaybeconvincingme,butIstillhaveMolly’s

gorgeous face in my mind as I picture her slender legs wrapped around my waist and
diggingintomyasscheeks.

“Damnright,I’mright,”Victorlaughs.“Crystalisfuckinghotasshit.Anopportunity

likethisdoesn’tpresentitselfeveryday,Owen,myman.”

“All the other guys who haven’t had her yet will be jealous.” I grin. What? Don’t

judgeme,Icanrelishinthatpowerforafewfuckingseconds.

“Exactly.” Victor slaps my back. “She is the ultimate prize, the final destination, the

fuckingjackpot,man!”

Victor stands up and claps his hands together as if he’s getting pumped up for a

marathon.

“Well, Molly hates me now anyway,” I say, and finally admitting that fact out loud

makesmefeeldeflated.

“Look,Owen,Iknowyou’reconflicted,buteverythingwillworkout.Youcanalways

apologizetoMollylater.”

“That’sagoodpoint,”Isay,butIwonderifit’salostcause.Ifuckeduproyallywith

Molly.

“So,areyougoingtoredeemyourprize?”Victorgrinsmischievously.

“Maybeweshouldswitchroles,”Ijoke.SometimesIthinkthatmaybeVictorismore

adventurousthanmeandthathe’sjusttrapped.

“Fuckyou,”helaughs.

“IguessI’llkeepmydate,”Isay,stillalittlewary.

“Theyreinstatedyourmembership.It’sasignfromtheuniverse.”Victornodsproudly,

asifheholdsthekeytoalltheanswers.

“Okay,okay,don’ttwistmyarm.I’llgoseeCrystal,”Ilaugh,teasinghim.

“Excellentchoice,myman,”Victorstates.

I just wish my heart was all the fucking way in it for Crystal. Although I’m hoping

maybeonceIseeher,everythingwillbecomecrystalclear.MaybeIcangetmyheadon
straight,stoppiningoveragirl.Becausethat’snotme,notbyafuckinglongshot.

Still,asIleaveVictor’sMolly’sistheonlyfaceIsee.

OWEN

yfeetfeelliketheyhaveheavyleadballoonsstucktothemasIwalkthe
familiartilesoftheExposeClub.

Afewminutesago,whenallthecomfortingsoundsandsmellsoftheclubhitme,fora

briefmoment,IfeltlikeIwaswhereIbelonged.Istraightenedmyshouldersandthought,
I’mkingofthisplace,andI’mgettingreadytoshoweveryonewho’saroundtowitnessit
asIearnmymetaphoricalcrown…

Butthenitturnedouttobe…notthatmany.

Theplaceissurprisinglydead,butthenwhenIglanceatmywatchIrealizethatit’s

stillearlyafternoon.

MyheartpoundsinmychestasIapproachtheattendantwhoisinchargeofpairingup

thetalentwiththemenontheirschedule.

“Hello,”IsaywithanairofconfidenceasIwalkuptothestand.

“Goodafternoon.”Thereceptionistisathinwomanwithlongsilkyblackhair.Idon’t

recognizeherandwonderifshe’snewtotheclub.Hernametagreads‘Heather.’

Iclearmythroat.“I’m,um,hereformydatewithCrystal.”

“Crystal?”Thewomanasksforconfirmation,andInodmyheadadamantly.

“Yes,mynameisOwenWolfe.Ishouldbeonherbookingcalendarforthismonth.”

“Hmm,letmesee.”Heatherglancesatacomputerasherhairfallssoftlyovertheside

ofherface.

I begin to sweat, wondering if my name is no longer in the system because of my

temporaryban.It’sonlybeenacoupleofhourssinceJayliftedmysuspension,soIhave
nofuckingideawhattoexpect,butIremainhopefulandcalm.

“Iseverythingalright?”Ican’ttaketheuncertaintyanymore,andIhavetoask.

Heather clicks onto another screen. “Let me just see here…” she whispers and trails

off.

“DoIhavethedatewrong?”Ibegintodoubtmyselfandmymemory.

“Oh,hereyouare!”Heatherchimesandthenbeamsupatme.“Congratulations,Isee

youinthesystem,andyouhavetheall-clear.”

“Wow, okay, thank you.” I hold a hand to my chest. “You really gave me a scare

there,”Ijoke.

“I’msosorryaboutthat,Mr.Wolfe.”Shesoundssincerelyapologeticandalittletoo

serious.

“Please, call me Owen.” I flash her my signature billion-dollar smile. “My father is

Mr.Wolfe.”

“Yes,right…”shechuckles.“Owen.”

“So,shouldIgotothethirdfloornow?”Iaskexpectantly.

“Yes.” Heather nods her head in approval. “Please take this key and make your way

upstairs.YouwillseeCrystal’sdooristhefirstoneontheleft,rightwhenyoustepoffthe
elevators.”

“Thankyousomuch.”IbidHeathergoodbyeandmakemyeagertrekupstairs.

Theelevatordingsonthethirdflooranddumpsmeoutintoasoftlylithallway.The

décor of the area is much like it is downstairs, with red velvet drapes over the windows
andgoldtrimrailingsagainstthewalls.

The carpet is also red with little diamond shapes. Everything is warm, inviting and

fuckingsexyashell.

Ilickmylipsandrapmyknucklesagainstthedoorwiththeword“Crystal”splaying

acrossthemiddleonagold-platedplaque.

Everything I have wanted up to this moment comes rushing back to my head as the

blood fills my hardening cock. I feel my heartbeat drumming in my ears, making a
swooshingsound.

Whenthedooropens,I’msurprisedthatit’snotCrystalontheotherside,butagrowly

looking bald man. “Um,” I glance down the hallway, “I think I might have the wrong
room.”Ichucklenervously.

“You’reintherightplace.”Henodsgrufflyandgesturesmetocomeinside.

“You’reOwenWolfe,right?”heasks.

“That’sme,guiltyascharged.”Ibounceonmyheelsandtrytojokewiththisdouche,

buthe’sclearlynotupformybullshittoday.

“Mmm-hmm,” he mumbles and clicks something on a laptop beside him which I’m

assuminghasmynameonit.

“There’salotofsecuritytogettoCrystal,”Inote.

Baldy (yes that’s what I’m nicknaming him since I don’t know his actual name)

doesn’tevengivemethetimeofdayorappeasemewitharesponse.

“So,nowwhat?”Iask,feelingimpatient.

“There’syourassignedroom,”Baldysaysflatlyandgesturesaboredhandacrossthe

way.“Gointhere,andCrystalwillbeinshortly.”

“Okay…thanks,”Isayandstandthereforafewseconds.

WhenIrealizeit’sclearhe’snotleavinghiswatchstationandhe’snotgoingtoengage

meinanyfurtherconversation,Iquietlystepawayandshutthedoortomyassignedroom
behindme.

Itakeadeepbreathandglancearoundtheroom,scopingtheplaceout.

There’sabedwithvelvetropearounditandprivacydrapes.IassumeI’msupposedto

getundressedandlaytherewhileIwaitforCrystal,whichiswhatIdo.

Itakemeasured,slowbreathsandtrytoconvincemyselfthatthisiswhatIwantedall

along,andthatCrystalisthegrandfinale,theprizethatwillmakemetheenvyofallmy
friendsandfellowclubmembers.

GettinginvolvedwithMollywasamistake,andIshouldneveragaintrytoinvestmy

time in a woman who wants something more from me that I’m uncommitted to
reciprocate.

Crystalappearsafewmomentslater,andsheliterallytakesmybreathawaywithher

staggeringbeauty.

“Wow,” I mouth, more to myself than to her, and I simply lay there, naked and

exposed,butalsofeelingthestunofamillionvoltsofelectricityasshebeginstoundress
infrontofme.

Crystal can only be described as the perfect clone of Aphrodite, but Crystal may

actuallybeevenmorespectacularthanthat.

Shehastonedmuscles,thoughit’snotoverdone.Herskintoneisbronzeandglorious.

Herlonghairfallsbelowhershoulderslikefreshfuckingspunsilk.

Ihavetoblinktwicetomakesureshe’sevenfuckingrealandactuallystandingbefore

me,notjustasultryfigmentofmywildimagination.

Whensheremoveshershirt,herhumongoustitsrevealperky,succulentnipplesofan

appetizingpinkcolor.

“You’rereallyhot,”Isay,eventhoughIknowmylamelineisoneshe’sheardbefore

andwillundoubtedlyhearafterme.

Shedoesn’tspeakorrespondtomycompliment,butshedoesslowlycrawlherwayon

topofme,whereshestraddlesmetoleaninforakiss.

Shesmellsfeminineandflowery,butIcan’tfocusonherlikeIwantto.Herlipsare

softanddelicious,butthechemistryisnotonpar.There’ssomethingmissing.

MyheadswirlsaroundandIbegintopictureMolly’sfaceinsteadofCrystal’s.

IsthisonedateforanhourwithCrystalevenfuckingworthlosingMollyover?It’snot

likeCrystalwilleverevenremembermyname.

I’mjustanothernumbertoher,anotherpayload.

Molly and I have true chemistry and passion together that can’t be matched or

mirrored,andI’mcertainlynotgoingtofuckingfinditinCrystal.

Ishakemyhead,thenrealizeI’mtalking.I’msayingno,overandover.

Crystal stops briefly and speaks to me for the first time. “I’m sorry, what?” Her

expressionhasflecksofannoyanceinit.

“Ican’tdothis,”Isayandpushheroffme.

“Whatthefuck,dude?”Crystallooksdeeplyoffended.

“I’msorry.”Ibegintodressmyselfagain.Ican’tgetoutoftherefuckingfastenough

now. “It’s really not you. It’s just…I mean you are fucking smoking hot, don’t get me
wrong. I thought you were what I wanted but as it turns out…there’s another girl who I
wanttofightformore.”

“Areyoufuckingkiddingme?”shescoffs.

“I’m so sorry.” I continue to apologize profusely, but really, why the fuck am I? It’s

not like I’m actually hurting her here. The one who I’ve hurt is Molly, and I need to
fuckinggettoherrightthefucknow.

“Youstillhavetopayforyourhour,”Crystalspitsout.

“Whateveryouneedmetodo,”IsayasIheadforthedooranddartfromtheroom.I

don’t fucking care. I’ll pay twice her normal rate. I’m just fucking relieved that I didn’t
makethebiggestmistakeyetandactuallyfuckher.

I race down the elevator and out the door of the club onto the crowded Manhattan

streetwhereIcanfinallycapturesomeairinmylungs.

IjustfuckinghopemydecisiontochooseMollyhasn’tcometoolittletoolate.

MOLLY

he only sound in the room is the clink of sterling silver forks and knives
brushingdelicatelyagainstpretentiouswhitechinaplates.

Thediningareaislitonlybythesoftglowofflickeringcandleflames.

The scene should be serene and peaceful, but the company I’m with unfortunately

dampersanyhopeofachievingsuchafeat.

I’m eating dinner in my father’s dining room, where I last sat three weeks ago and

stormed out after my father insulted me, telling me I wasn’t good enough to sit at his
fuckingpreciousrighthand.

I’m facing my older brother Harry as we eat dinner. The two of us flank my father,

sittinginhisprestigiousspotattheheadofthetable.

“So,howarethings,Molly?”Harryasks.

“Hmm?”IglanceupabsentmindedlyasIrealizeI’monlyplayingwiththepeasonmy

plate,notactuallybringingthemuptomymouthforconsumption.

“Howareyoudoing?”Harryinflects.

Itrytosnapoutofit.“Good.”Inodmyhead.“Reallygood.”

Ibringmywaterglassuptomymouthandtakeaswigoftherefreshingdrink.

“Areyousureaboutthat?”Harrychucklesasifthefuckingassholehasmeallfigured

out.

“I’mokay,”Iinsistfirmlyandtakeabiteofmysalmon.

“Oneofmyfriendsmentionedtomethatyou’reafrequentflyeratTheAvalonlately.”

Harrysmirks.

Igulp,butdon’trevealmypokerface.“Who’syourfriend?”

“Nobody.”Harryshrugs.

Iknowit’salostcausetotrytosmokethatinformationoutofhim.

“Well, I’m glad you care enough about me to have a spy check in on my daily

activities,”Isaywithsmugsatisfaction.

“Well, what’s it about?” Harry presses, never being one for restricting abilities or

knowing when to fucking quit. I swear, he doesn’t have that gene in his body where he
caresaboutdiscretionorgettingembarrassedoveranything.

IfuckingwishIcouldlivemyownlifewiththatmentality,butI’mnotabouttoadmit

thattohimoranyoneelse,letalonewithmyfatherintheroom.

“Maybeyoushouldmindyourownfuckingbusiness,”Istatefirmly.

“Language, Molly,” my father reprimands me as if I’m a child. He hasn’t spoken up

untilthismoment.

“Oh,comeoffyourmoralhighhorse,Daddy,”Iretort,knowinghe’snosaint.

“I’m just trying to make friendly conversation,” Harry says defensively as if his

pressingquestionsarenobigdeal,whichofcourse,tohim,theyaren’t.

“It’snotevenworthmentioning.”Ishrug,tryingtodownplaymytimeattheAvalonas

nothing.“So,howarethingswithyou?”Iask,desperatetochangethedamnsubjectfrom
mealready.

I’mtheunofficialblacksheepofthisfamily,andItakeanyopportunityIcantocast

thelimelightonsomeoneelse―ifitsuitsme.

“Thingsaregreatwithme,”Harryboastsproudly.

“Goodforyou.”Inodandtakeabiteofmysalad.

“Ishouldbeintoworktomorrowandtherestoftheweek,”HarrynotesasifIshould

fuckinggetonmykneesandpraisehimfortakingtheinitiativetoholdinterestinhisjob.

“I’mgladtoseeyoumakinganeffort.”Igivehimaforcedsmile.

InoticeachangeinmyselfsincethelasttimeIcameheretoeatwithmyfather.Well,

firstofall,Harrywasn’there,butthat’snotreallyimportant.

“IreallylikethestageI’matinmylife,”Iblurtouteventhoughnobodycaresenough

toask.

Harryandmyfatherbothexchangealookandstareatme,wonderingwhereallthis

self-proclaimingconfidenceisstemmingfromallofasudden.Imean,Ican’treallyblame
them.Ihavepuzzlingfeelingsaboutitall,too.

“Is that so?” Harry grins at me as if he’s unconvinced and is going to do his best to

provethatandmakemecrack.

“Yep.” I nod adamantly. “I’m done with pleasing other people and that includes you

andDaddy,”Istate.

“Youtrytopleaseme?”Harrygrinsinsatisfaction.

“MoreDaddythanyou.”IshrugbecauseIdon’twanttomakehimfeelspecial.

Myparentsalreadydoenoughofthatforme.

“I’mturningoveranewleaf,”Iproclaim.

Myfatherchucklesandtakesasipofhisbrandy.

“I’msorry,issomethingamusing?”Iturntolookatmyfather.

“No.”Heshakeshisheadandgrinsashestaresathisplate.

“I’mtiredofnobodytakingmeseriously,soI’mnotgoingtodoanythingatall.Then

you’llseehowmuchyouneedme.I’llproveitbynotexistingwhereyouneedmetobe.”

Myfatherraisesaneyebrowanddoesn’trespond.

“Areyoucrazy?”Harryasksoutofnowhere.

“No,notreally.”Istareathim.

“YousoundliketheguyinthatChristmasmovie,”Harryattests.

“It’saWonderfulLife?”Iask.

“Yeahthat’stheone,”Harryadmitswithanod.

“Thisisn’tthemovies,thisisreallife,”Istate.

“Noshit,”hesaysandtakesabiteofhissalad.

“I’vecometoadecisionyouwillprobablybeproudabout,though,”Iadd.

“Ohyeah?What’sthat?”Harryleansonhiselbowseagerly.

We’re talking to each other back and forth, engaging in conversation as if my father

isn’teveninthefuckingroom.

“Well,” I wipe my mouth with my napkin and place it on the table beside my plate,

“I’mtakinganindefiniteleaveofabsencefromthecompany,”Isay.

“Really?”Harrylaughs.“Whenwillthatstart?”

“Tomorrow.”Inodcurtly.“Iwon’tbeshowinguptoworktomorrow,”Iconfirm,more

tomyselfthantothem.

“That’sgreat,”Harrysays,andleansbackinhischair.

Heactuallystartsfuckingslowclappinginapproval.

“Igottasay,littlesis,Iapplaudyou.”Hecontinuestoclap.

“Seriously?”Ilookathimasifhe’slosthisfuckingmarbles.

“Yes,”hesayswithagrin.“You’refinallyseeingthelight.Realityishittingyou.Now

yourealizethatshitisnotasimportantasyouthinkitis.”

“Idon’tknowifyou’remakingfunofme,butI’mfeelinguncomfortablenow,”Isay

andstandup.

“Areyougoingsomewhere?”Harrystopslaughingandeyesme.

“Yeah,awayfromyouassholes,”Isay.

“Molly, get back here right now.” My father’s voice booms and bellows through the

otherwisesilentroom.

“I’mnotcomingback,Daddy.”Idon’tevenlooktwicebeforewalkingoutthedoor.

Icallmydriverwhoswiftlypicksmeuptobringmebacktomyapartment.

On the entire ride home, I replay the conversation with Harry in my mind. I don’t

regretthethingsIsaid,nordoIwanttotakebackmydecisiontohaveabreakfromthe
worksceneforawhile.

Ineedafuckingtimeout,abreaktofindmyself,andthat’sexactlywhatI’mgoingto

do.

I lock my apartment door behind me a few minutes after riding the elevator up. I’m

sleepy,andallIwanttodoistakeanicewarmbathandreflectonmypastmistakesand
howtofixthemforabetterfuture.NowthatI’mnotgoingtobeworking,Ihaveallthe
timeintheworld.

Unfortunately,allI’mabletothinkaboutasIsinkintothewarmbathwaterisfucking

Owen.Ugh.

MOLLY

don’twanttogetoutofmywhiteporcelainbathtubwiththeclawfeet,even
thoughmyskinisshrivelingatthispointandthewaterisnowcoldagainstmy
nakedbody.

Idon’tevencareanymore;thisisthefreestfeelingsurgingthroughmyveinsI’veever

felt,andInotonlywanttoembraceit,butrelishinitandsavoreachmomentthatIremain
uncommittedtoanythingoranyone.IactuallydidputOwenoutofmymindonceIgotin
thebath.

You know that expression ‘no fucks to give?’ Well, that’s me. Look it up in a

dictionaryandyou’llseemyfaceandsubmergedbodyinthistubrightnow.

Imean damn, eventhe taste inthe air is different.Is that reallypossible? I think so,

becauseI’mlivingitrightnow.

Don’tcallmecrazyorspastic.It’scalledperspective,andI’mfinallyseeingitclearly

foronceinmyfuckinglife.

I finally climb out of the tub and pat my skin dry. My chest feels lighter, and the

weightoftheworldisfadingfastfrommymemory.

NolongerdoIfeeltrappedorasifI’mcollapsingonthebrinkoflosingcontrol.I’m

notdramatic,I’mjustpissed.

Well,maybeI’mnotevenangryanymore.Thenewmedoesn’tcareenough.Nofucks

togive,remember?

I lather lotion on my still-damp skin, moistening it until I’m radiantly glowing as I

stareatmyreflectioninthemirror.

Imayappearthesameontheoutside,butontheinside,bigchangesarefesteringand

takingplaceinmymindandspirit.

I drape a white terry-cloth robe around my body and pull it closed tight around me,

wrappingitniceandsnug.

I walk to my living room to fetch the glass of water that I suddenly remember I left

sitting on the coffee table. It’s refreshing as I gulp it down, good to every last cool and
savorydrop.

Ijumpnearlyafootintheairasthedoorbellringsinsideofmyapartment,scaringthe

livingfuckingdaylightsoutofme.

Whothefuckisatmydoorstepatthishour?

Iclutchmyrobetighterandheadapprehensivelytothefrontdoor.

Istarethroughthepeepholefirst,wantingtogaugewho’sontheotherside.

It’stoodarkdownthehallwayforsomereason.ShouldIopenthedoortorevealthe

visitor?Theoldmewouldprobablysayno,butthenewmeistoofullofcuriositynotto
wonder.

Iinhalesharplyandwhiskthedooropeninonefellswoop.

MymouthhangsopeningawkingshockwhenIseewho’sontheotherside.

“Hi,Molly,Ihopeit’snottoolatetoseeyou.”

“Owen?”Istandthere,juststaringathimandtryingtocomprehendwhathe’sdoing

here.

Inoticehishandbehindhisbackasheslowlypullsitforwardtorevealanenormous

amountoflong-stemmedwhiterosesinaperfectbouquet.

“Theseareforyou,”hestatessoftly,andpushesthemtowardsme.

Itakethem,sniffingtheirfloweryaroma.Ican’thelpit,theircolorsymbolizespurity,

and I feel a tug in my heart even though I should probably resist. No, I know I should
resist.

“Thanks,”Isay.“Whatisthisfor?”Ihavetogriptheflowerswithtwohandsbecause

they’resoheavy.

Undoubtedly,I’mconfusedasever.

“TheserosesarethebeginningoftheapologyIwanttogiveyou,”Owenrecites.

He’swearingallblack—blackjeans,ablacksweaterandablackcoat.

HeclearshisthroattobeginwhatIassumewillbeaspeechabouthiswrongdoings.

“Molly,Ipresenttheserosestoyouasawaytosincerelyapologize,”hesays.

SoI’mright,Icansensethesethings.Theguyinthedoghousewantstocomeback

inside.

“Molly, there are one hundred white roses here, and each one represents how truly

sorryIamforhurtingyou.”

Idon’tknowwhy,butallIcandoisstareblanklyathim.Idon’thaveareaction…not

yetanyway.

“CanIcomeinside?”Hegesturestowardsmylivingroom.

Istillcan’tbringmyselftospeak,soIcontinuetostareaholeinthewallacrossfrom

him.

“Please,Molly…”.

Ifinallyregainsomecontrolovermymuscularactivity.Isimplynod,butIstilldon’t

sayanythingtohim.

Hewalkspastmeandtakestheroses,placingthemonmykitchentable.

“Thesewilllookgoodhere,”heoffers.

Istandthereawkwardly,waitingforhimtosaysomethingelse.

“Molly,”he holds hishands up, “Iam so, so sorry.Yes, it’s truethat my plan began

with trying to win you over so you would lift my suspension from the Expose. I really
wantedtofuckCrystalinthebeginning.”

Iflinchathiswords.

Hepauseshere,waitingtoseeifIwillcounter,argueorflyintohisarms.Idononeof

thesethings;Isimplylookatthegroundandremainsilent,still.

Owenhasnochoicebuttocontinueonwithhisapology.

“What was not part of the plan,” he says, “is the way I now feel about you. I can’t

denyitanylonger,Molly.IthinkI’minlovewithyou.”

Whoa,holdthetrain.Noway.OwenfuckingWolfejustsaidtheLword?

Hiswordsarepowerful,andIcanhearthevulnerabilityinhisvoice,butI’mnotquite

readytoopenuptohimyet.I’mnotsurewhattothink,ifIcantrusthim.Ineedalittle
more.

Owenapproachesmeandtakesmyhandsinhis,cradlingthemgently.Idon’tprotest

ortrytopullaway.

“Molly,”hewhisperssoftly,hisvoicelikeaprayer,“Iloveyou.You’retheonlything

I can think about. I can’t fucking sleep, I can’t fucking eat. Without you, I’m fucking
nothing.”

Iponderhisconfessionanddigestit,allowingittosinkintoeveryfiberofmybeing.

“DoyouthinkyoucangrantmeasecondchancetofixeverythingI’vefuckedup?”

Owenaskssoftly.

I breathe in the intoxicating and sexy scent of his masculine cologne. He’s only

standing close to me, but I can feel his amazing strength and safety, as if I’m already
wrappedinhisarms.

Ifinallyknowhowtoanswerhim.Idecidetogowiththetruth.

“I’mscared.”Myvoicecracksandmyeyespoolwithtears.

“Whatareyouscaredof?”Heleansinandrubsmycheekwithhisthumb.

“I’mnotsureI’marisk-takerafterall,”Iadmit,andlookatthefloor.

“You’reafuckingstrongandincrediblewoman,”heproclaims.

Ifinallymusterthecouragetomakeeyecontactwithhim.“Youdon’tevenknowhow

manytimesI’vebeenheartbroken,”Itellhim.

“I’m sorry that I’m the reason for the latest one,” he says, his eyes full of genuine

regret.

I shake my head as the realization hits me. “I used work as a Band-Aid, a way to

distractmyselffrombeinglonelyandhurt.NowwhatdoIhavetoshowforit?”Ishrug.
“Notadamnthing.”

“You have me.” Owen gently hugs me close to his body. I want so badly to believe

him,butthepainofallthehurtinmypastmakesmefeellikeIcan’tlethimin.

SurrenderingtoOwenwouldmeanfinallybeingfreeoftheshacklesthatbindme,but

Ineedforhimtoprovehislovefirst.

OWEN

aving Molly in my arms feels fucking perfect. It’s like everything I never
knewIwanted.Butshestillhasn’tforgivenme.

NotthatIcanblameher.Ifuckeduproyally,andshe’dbeperfectlywithinherrights

tokickmetothecurbrightnow.

ButIfuckinghopelikehellthatshewon’t.

“Molly,”Isay,cuppinghercheekinmypalmandtiltingherfaceuptomine.“Canyou

forgiveme?”

Shestaresatmeforalongtime,andIcanseethefearinhereyes.FearthatIhelped

upthere.

“I know it’s asking a lot,” I continue. “But please. If you just give me a chance, I’ll

spendeveryfuckingdayfortherestofmylifeprovingtoyouthatIreallydoloveyou.
Noneofwhathappenedbetweenuswasalie.Ofthatyoucanbecertain.”

The rest of my life. Those words hit me hard. But I know they’re true. There’s not

anotherwomanthatcoulddotomewhatMollydoes.She’sit.Iknowitnow.Ifeelitwith
everythingthat’sinme.

“Owen, it felt so real. All of it. I just can’t believe that you tried to deceive me like

that.Everythingwasbuiltonfalsepretenses.”

“No.”Ishakemyheadadamantly.“Maybethat’sthereasonthatbroughtustogether,

butnothing—nothing,doyouhearme?—aboutasinglesecondwe’vebeentogetherhas
beenfalse.Everybitofit’sreal.IncludinghowmuchIloveyou.”

Thistimeshegivesmeasmallsmile.“Iloveyou,too.”

All the air rushes out of my lungs in a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding.

Fuck.Shelovesme.It’salmostimpossibletobelieve.

“So,you’resayingthere’sachance?”Igiveherteasingsmirk.

“I’mscared,”shesaysagain.“ButIdon’twanttobethatpersonanymore.Iwantto

takeachance.Iwanttoseewhat’soutthereforme.”Shepauses.“Orwhat’srighthere.”

That’sallIneededtohear.I’llspendeverydayshowingherthateverythingshecould

everwantisrighthere.Us.Together.

Istareintohereyesforseveralheartbeats,thenIslowlylowermymouthtohers.She

doesn’tresist.Infact,itfeelslike…surrender.

Withinmoments,whatstartsasaslowkissgrowsdeeper,needier.It’slikewe’reboth

starved for each other. My hand comes up to graze along her side and up over the firm
moundofherbreast,thenI’mslidingtherobeoffhershoulders.

Ikissalongherneckanddownhercollarbone,lickingandnippingandrevelinginthe

factthatshe’sinmyarms.

I’mnevergoingtolethergo.

She shrugs out of the robe, and then she’s standing pressed against me, her soft

delicatelyscentedskindrivingmemad.

Inonequickmove,Ihoistherupagainstmeandshewrapsherlegsaroundmywaist.

I’mamanonamissionnowasIstalktowardherbedroom.Wekisstheentiretime,

notbreakingapart.IfeellikeIcan’tgetcloseenoughtoher.

I spread her out in front of me on her bed, and she lets her knees fall to the side,

exposingherbeautifulglisteningpussyformetodevourwithmyeyes.

ThenI’mdevouringitwithmymouth.Idofeellikeamanstarved.Ieatheroutwitha

fierypassionlikeI’veneverfeltbefore,wantingtomakeherfeelbetterthansheeverhas.

“Oh, fuck, Owen. Oh my God,” she pants as she writhes and convulses under my

attention.

Islidetwofingersinsideherhot,tightpussy,andherslickwallsclampdownonme.I

teaseherG-spotwhileIsuckherswollenclitintomymouth,andthenshe’scomingapart
underneathme.

Cumsquirtsout,drenchingmyfaceandmyhand,andholyfuckisthatsexyashell.

My cock is throbbing painfully, desperate to be inside her once again. Right where I
fuckingbelong.

“Fuckme,Owen,please.”She’sbegging,andIfuckingloveit.

“IthinkIcangetdownwiththat,”Itease.

ThenI’mclimbingupandhoveringoverher,staringintohereyesasmycockteases

hercum-coatedslit.

Iwait,drawingthemomentoutasIbracemyselfaboveher.“Iloveyou,Molly,”Isay,

moreearnestlythanI’veeversaidanythinginmylife.AndIfuckingmeanit.

As I slide into her soft, silky wetness, I keep my gaze locked with hers. This is

different, more intimate than anything I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t want to miss a
fuckingsecondoftheexpressionsthatflitacrosshergorgeousfacewhileImakeloveto
her.

Yeah,that’sfuckingright.Imean,I’mgoingtofuckher,makenomistakeaboutthat.

Butthisissomuchmorethanjustafuck.

Molly’smadeanewmanoutofme.AndIdon’teverfuckingwanttobethesameold

guyagain.Iwantalifewithher.Startingrightfuckingnow.

“You’reitforme,Molly,”IsayasItakeherwithlong,slowthrusts.

Hereyeswiden,andherbreathcomesfaster.

“Idon’tknowwhatallthatentails,butIknoweverywordisfuckingtrue,”Iwhisper

as I lower my forehead to hers, loving how it feels to be this close to someone in every
way.Whothefuckknew,right?

“Onlyononecondition,”shesays,asmilecurvingherlips.

Ipumpintoherharder,unabletotakeitslowanymore,evenasI’mdesperatetohear

this‘condition.’

“What’sthat?”Ibiteout,mybreathcomingfasterasherpussysqueezesandcontracts

aroundmycock.

“Thatyoupromisetofuckmeeverysingledayandmakemecummybrainsout.”

Ilaugh,thengiveherahardkissonthelips.

“That’sonefuckingpromiseIguaranteeI’llneverbreak.”

Startingrightfuckingnow.

SoIdo.Imakehercumherbrainsout,thenIdoitagain,pumpingthatpussysofullof

my man juice that by the time we’re done I know we’ll be a filthy mess. Then I do it
again.Andagain.

Yeah, all that bullshit about being a lone wolf? That’s exactly what it was. Bullshit.

BecausenowIknowthatwhenyoufindtherightwoman,there’snothingbetter.

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Dedication
A Note From The Author
Also by Naughty Angel Publishing
Dirty Lil’ Angels
Owen
Molly

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