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"I hope you know that you'll be getting payback for this."
"Good. I hope so. Now get dressed or we'll be late. I have a table waiting," he says, moving past me on the stairs to head to his room.
A table?
Fuck, maybe we are going out for dinner and he plans to torture me in the middle of a restaurant.
I slip into my room, grabbing the most obnoxious clothes I can find. If he wants to play, then I'll play.
Tossing them on the bed, I grab the Lush. I prop myself on the bed, insert the pink tip into my pussy. The head of it rests against my clit, and I hope that my underwear holds it in. I opt for a pair of boyleg briefs, slipping them on.
Asher is all about money, so I can only assume it's somewhere fancy that could ruin my reputation. But lucky for me, I don't give a shit about that.
I pull on a pair of skin-tight black leather pants, and match it with a crop top. I'm not completely insane so I throw on a semi-see through black cardigan and red stiletto heels. By the end of the night, it will behisreputation on the line. Who knows? My outfit might even make him back out of the dare.
He's waiting for me at the front door, back turned as I scale down the stairs. I wait, a grin on my face, to see his reaction.
Hearing my footsteps, he turns to look at me. Surprise pops up on his face as he looks me up and down.
"Interesting choice of outfit," he murmurs.
"Do you like it?" I ask, giving a whirl when I reach the foyer floor.
Asher smiles. Actually, fucking smiles.
Not a good sign, right?
"It'ssomethingthat's for sure." Asher opens the front door, signalling me through. "Ladies first."
Fuck. I guess we're doing this then.
I make my way to the Aston Martin, climbing in when he unlocks the door.
"So, where are we going?"
"You'll see," he replies.
We drive for what seems like miles, passing the restaurant district. Confusion starts to grow in my mind as the chances of us going to a five-star restaurant slip away. When we reach the outskirts of town, in the more shady area, I start fearing the worst. The familiar road is making me scream internally, and my worst fears are confirmed when he pulls into the carpark of Wheels.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I hiss at him.
Asher unclicks his seatbelt, giving me a smirk. "What? It's your favorite place, is it not? Can't I just treat my little sis?"
"I'm wearing a fucking vibrator," I snap.
"I know." He laughs as he exits the car and I consider locking the door to stay put. But then he'd get the points and I'm not willing to let him win this one.
This is personal. This is my second home, my friends.
He's all but declared war on my own turf.
Slamming the door shut behind me, I stalk towards the entrance, mindful that I'm dressed completely appropriately. If I had worn a ballgown, then that would have been fucked up.
I step inside, cringing as Asher wraps his arm around my waist. He leads us to the bar where Volts is serving drinks.
"Rylee!" he greets cheerfully, "You look great." He looks at Asher, then slowly takes in his hand on my waist. Volts' eyebrows crease in confusion.
"We have a reservation," Asher says to him gleefully.
