I stepped into the apartment I kept on the side. My escape spot. Somewhere quiet where I could think. Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed the expensive bottle of bourbon Gianna bought me. I had been savoring that shit slowly. A woman doesn't buy a man something like that on the first link unless he means something to her.
Pouring a shot, I took a slow sip and dropped down into the chair where the bag lay. Unzipping it, I reached inside without even looking, grabbing the first piece of fabric my fingers touched.
A slow smile spread across my face when I pulled out some black lacy shit. Another pair followed right behind it—lavender thongs. Soft colors always looked good against her skin. Tucked in the side pocket was the pair I found lying on top of her dirty clothes hamper –white satin boy shorts with lace trimming at the bottom.
My chest tightened a little looking at them as I envisioned her in them. Before I could stop myself…I lifted them to my nose and inhaled deeply.
Fuck.
My dick hardened instantly as flashes of Gianna hit me all at once. Her laugh. Her attitude. Her smell. That pretty ass face looking down at me while she rode me slow.
Fucking Gianna.
Chapter 41
Boss was different when he arrived.
He was always kind of nonchalant and unbothered to be honest, but this time…he looked bothered. Or at the very least unsettled.
Gee…I wonder why?
But I didn't mention it. Our relationship wasn’t in that space anymore. Boss came to release, and I made sure he did. No man left unsatisfied under my watch.
He carried a small duffle bag with him. Setting it beside the chair, he sat down heavily and looked up at me. “Come take off my shoes, Monroe.”
I crossed the room silently and bent down to unlace his Jordans, setting them neatly beside the chair.
“Good girl.” He nodded once. “Now take off your dress. Slowly.”
I rose carefully, holding his eyes while I slid the red satin dress down my body and stepped out of it.
Boss stared at me quietly for a long moment. “You're beautiful, Monroe,” he finally said. “Any man would be lucky to have you.”
The sincerity in which he said it made my heart flutter and that familiar clench that always settled in my belly when I saw him returned. "Thank you, Daddy." I smiled softly.
He nodded again, face unreadable. "Can you pour me a drink?"
"Of course." I moved toward the wet bar, poured his usual double, and carried it back over before returning to my spot.
Boss took a couple slow sips before leaning forward slightly. “I wanna do something different tonight.”
My brows lifted.
He grabbed the bag and unzipped it before pulling out several pairs of women’s panties. "I want you to model for me."
My eyes narrowed slightly.
He held up a lavender thong. “Put these on first.”
I took them from him carefully, stretching the fabric between my fingers. "These aren't my size. My ass isn't this big, Boss."
“It’s big enough.” He leaned back again sipping his drink. “Put ‘em on.”
Something about the situation felt strange. The panties looked new…but there was no tag.
Still, I slid my red thong down my legs and replaced them with the lavender pair. They fit slightly loose but not enough to look ridiculous.
“Turn around,” Boss said quietly.
