Page 22 of Worth Loving You

“How did I lie? Did you or did you not touch my dick yesterday?”

“Yes, but—”

“Okay, where’s the lie?”

“Did you mention that you fingered me and came in my mouth?”

His eyes lit up, a smirk curling his lips. “Some of my cum got in your mouth? That’s hot. Tasted good, huh? Would you rather suck my dick, Chazzy? Maybe you aren’t wanting cheese and crackers. Maybe you’re wanting some meat.” His tone was growing husky, his eyes smoldering.

I scoffed, dismayed at this man’s ego. “I can’t believe you. What the hell am I going to do? How the hell am I going to pay my bills? I’m going to lose my apartment.”

He clucked his teeth, unfolding his arms to pick at the platter. Tossing a piece of cheese into his mouth, he grumbled, “You’re not going to lose your apartment. You still have a job with me.”

“After what you did to me today, you really think I’m ever going to touch you again? In any manner?”

A brow lifting, he tipped his head to peek up at me. “You want to keep your home, right? Look, I had to do what I had to do to make sure you accepted my offer. I had a feeling you were going to turn me down, so I narrowed my competition. I win.”

“No, Milo!” I wheezed, jabbing my finger on the counter. “You don’t win, because I’m not playing a game. Maybe for someone like you who has all the money they could possibly need, this is funny, but not to me!” Whimpering, my palms slapped to my chest. “You stole my life from me today. My roommate has parents and a boyfriend she can fall back on, I have no one.”

“You have me.”

Stunned, my jaw fell, my palms falling to the counter. My lips pursed, I shook my head. “I don’t want your kind of help. You’re the type of person that has strings attached. You help me, I owe you.”

“What’s so wrong with that?” he asked, taking another bite of cheese. “All I ask in return is for my massages and…” His mouth curled into a smug grin, his sight raking over me. “Some fun times now and then.”

“So, I can be added to your roster of whores? Be put on rotation? You want me to high five her as she’s walking out and I’m walking in?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Wyatt told me about your morning before I got here yesterday.”

Anger flickered in his eyes, his sight darting over my head to the hallway. “Did he? Huh, well, I’ll have to have a little talk with him about that.”

He picked up a glass of wine and took a sip, eyeing me. “She really has nothing to do with anything here nor there where you’re concerned.”

“What do you want, Milo? Huh? What do you want from me?”

“Your Saturdays.” His brows furrowed, he swept up the glass and snatched another tiny block of cheese. Strutting toward me, he roamed my body, grinned, and sauntered to his room.

I followed, shrugging my arms out. “I thought I made it clear, that was not going to happen.”

“I really don’t understand what the problem is here, baby girl. You give me one day a week, I make sure you’re taken care of and don’t need to worry about your bills anymore. You could even afford to move out of that run down building and find somewhere better.”

“You know where I live, too?”

He sat on his bed with a drawn out groan, leaning on the headboard and crossing his ankles. “I told you, I had you checked out. There’s not much I don’t know about you. Including the fact that your roommate does not have a boyfriend, as you suggested. She has an affair.”

Seeming rather proud of himself, he took another sip, smacking his lips and sighing. “How devastated would she be if that dirty little secret got out? You think he would finally leave his wife to be with her, or would he end things with the sweet little southern belle, breaking her poor little country heart?”

I shook my head, astounded at what I was hearing. “You’re blackmailing me now?”

He wrinkled his face, tucking his chin to his chest. “That is such an ugly word. I’m just…” He waved his hand around, the red liquid sloshing inside the glass. “Giving you a nudge in the right direction.”

“Why?” I wept, my tears returning. “Why me? Don’t you have enough chicks in your little black book? Why all this trouble for me?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest. Since I first saw you, there’s been something about you I just…want,” he added with a gravelly tone. “And I always get what I want, Chazzy.”

“Not this time.”