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I stop her, spinning her around with a hand on her shoulder. “What? I thought people were waiting,” She’s mad. I don’t blame her. Iama fucking asshole.
“C’mon, I’ll help you out the window. Unless you want everyone seeing you walk out of the men’s bathroom after me looking freshly fucked.” She twists her face up in annoyance but knows I’m right and heads to the back of the bathroom.
I crank the window open, then use my hand as a step to lift her up to the sill. She leans over and tries to swipe her panties from my coat pocket. I laugh, clamping my hand over them. “Nah, I’m keeping these.”
She hops down off the window ledge. “Night, asshole,” she says, walking away.
“I’ll be in touch about thatphotography session,”I holler after her.
1.Run My Mouth—Ella Mai |
Chapter 6
Pet
Effie
InthepastweekI’ve become a glorified babysitter to a girl gang of criminals, been blackmailed and married off. Not to mention getting finger fucked to high heavens by my enemy—and not entirely unwillingly.
To say it’s been an eventful week is an understatement.
It feels like there’s only one thing that’s actually in my control. So, I look for Hudson’s email on the investment firm’s website he’s partner at, because why would I have my supposed fiancé’s phone number? That would just be too reasonable. There’s no email anywhere on the site, and I end up having to message him on LinkedIn.Fucking ridiculous.
Hudson responds almost immediately, accepting my invitation to join me for lunch today. We need to get on the same page and ideally the not-engaged page. At least not yet and certainly not while Finn is still holding those photos over my head.
I know most people would be devastated to be told who to marry and when, but I grew up knowing that was what my future held. It was never a big deal to me because I never dreamed of anything else. And if I’m being honest, Hudson is much better looking than most of the men I knew were in the running. He was polite, decently funny, and I didn’t totally hate being around him. He’s Governor Campbell’s son, so I’m sure he’s no saint, but he’s not a made man either.
Once we’re married and the alliance secured, we may even have a chance at a normal life. If I even know what normal is.
Picking out my clothes for our lunch date, I feel like I need to overcompensate for my bathroom rendezvousat the gala.I was able to sneak back into the party without raising too much suspicion, but I want to wipe away any inkling he may have that I am anything but wife material.
So, I slip on a white shirt, no frills and minimal cleavage, paired with a red A-line skirt with small white flowers, I am the picture of innocence.Okay, maybe not innocence. But it’s a start.
I’m waiting for an Uber outside of the apartment building when I get a text.
Cute skirt. Imagine how easily I could slip my hand under there.
Fucking Finn. I look around, trying to spot him, but he’s not sitting outside, and the sun is creating too much of a glare to see into his window. I know he’s watching though, so I don’t look too desperately. I’m sure he’d love to see me flustered. Instead, I type back.
Effie: That’s exactly why I wore it…
Finn: Trying to play, dirty girl?
Effie: Can’t wait for the dirty things my fiancé will do to me at lunch when he discovers I’m not wearing any panties.
Finn: Be sure to count how many times he makes you come. So I can double it.
Effie: Goodbye, Finn. I have a date to get to.
Finn: Hudson.
Effie: Oh, so you do know his name.
Finn: Just wanted to remind you of it.
My driver arrives, and I slide into the backseat wondering what the hell Finn is on about. But then I get another text and nearly throw my phone out the damn window.
Finn: Since you’re so used to screaming mine.
