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As for me, I am what I am. An insensitive asshole. An arrogant prick. A disobedient brat.
So, as I shut myself into my bedroom, I do the first thing that comes to mind. I shed my clothes and climb into bed, eagerly stroking my dick to life. But I’m not just going to break the rules tonight. I’m going to earn every stupid punishment in the book—just to prove hownotlike Charlie I am. I hope Maggie turns my ass black and blue for this. I hope she makes me balance her tea cup on my head until my kneecaps bleed. I hope she edges me until I pass out. I don’t care. Because any punishment is better than being some rich prick’s perfect little doll.
Feeling angry and obstinate, I open up my phone camera in the dim light of my room and I aim it directly at my swollen cock. Then I stroke it with purpose. I don’t need porn tonight. I just need to think about all the ways Maggie is going to make me pay for this tomorrow.
And I capture the entire thing on camera as I shoot my load all over my hand and belly, groaning and cursing the entire way through.
Then, without a single caption or word, I put it in a text and send it over.
Rule #16: If they want to come…make them come.
Maggie
“So it’s between Phoenix and Sacramento,” Garrett says, chewing on the end of his pen.
“I think I can talk the owner at Fire Palace down, if I give them what they’re asking for,” Emerson replies from the head of the table.
“That club cannot stay the way it is right now if we want to put Salacious’s name on it,” Hunter adds, and even I hear the tension in his voice.
“We can’t afford to build from the ground up in a new city,” I say, and they all nod in agreement. “And if we can’t make Phoenix work, then we have to take the foreclosed property in Sacramento.”
Emerson looks unhappy with this decision as his brow furrows, and I don’t blame him. The closed-down club is too seedy and not in the right area for our new location, but we can’t keep waiting to make this move. It’s now or never.
“Let me make a call to Phoenix and see if I can strike a better deal,” Emerson replies, and I nod in agreement, because if anyone can do it, it’s him.
“If that doesn’t work, take Garrett and I’m sure the two of you can sweet talk ‘em,” I add with a smile, and Garrett loves that idea, pointing at me with his chewed-up pen and a mischievous grin.
“They have a stage,” Hunter throws in with a wiggle of his brows, which makes me laugh and Garrett flinch.
The guys fall into a non-work conversation, just as I feel my phone buzz in my lap. I look down to see a text from Beau—titled in my phone as justs.
It’s almost ten at night, and I haven’t seen him since his little tantrum this afternoon, and I can’t help but grin as I swipe open the message. My eyes widen in surprise when I’m suddenly looking at his engorged cock in the dark and his hand stroking it angrily.
“Here you go, ma’am. This one’s for you,” he says in the video.
He moans loudly over the sound of his slick hand moving over his cock, and I fumble to close the message, suddenly registering how loud that was. I’m clutching my now silent phone in my lap as I gape up at the people in the room. Hunter, Garrett, and Emerson are all staring at me with interest, and my cheeks feel downright nuclear from embarrassment.
“What was that, Maggie?” Garrett asks with a smirk.
Oh my God. Did Emerson recognize Beau’s voice? Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Judging by the amused expression he’s wearing, I’m going to say no. He didn’t, but still…I just played a video of his son jacking off on my phone, two feet away from him.
“None of your business,” I snap, and they share a little chuckle before resuming their conversation.
I’m going to kill Beau for that. Of course he had no idea I was going to be in a meeting with his dad when I opened it, but he still shouldn’t send me videos like that—
It takes me far too long to register what he just sent me. He was…jacking off. I didn’t get to the end, but with the way he was working himself, I’m pretty sure he was sharing the proof that he disobeyed my orders and just came.
What the hell?
I start to panic. I clearly don’t know what I’m doing if I can’t handle one bratty twenty-two-year-old. He’s out of control and doesn’t listen to me. What if I don’t have the backbone to do this?
“Are we done?” I ask, interrupting their conversation again.
Emerson nods. “Yeah, I’ll keep you updated on Phoenix tomorrow. Get some rest, Mags.”
“Thanks,” I reply as I grab my things and dash out of the office. In a mad rush, I head out to the club through the voyeur hall, but I only make it halfway down before I see who I’m looking for.
