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But do you want to know what?
It’s not the type of shiver it should be.
Kyler doesn’t make me feel giddy inside, electrified, not the way Jake does.
“You should go,” I manage to say. “Go to your new plaything. I saw you two kissing. Do you even remember the last time you kissed me on the lips, Kyler?” I pull back and step away. Turning to look at him, his mouth is open and his eyes are wide. “You don’t have a single clue. See, this is why we are no longer together. We don’t work, and that’s okay. One day, someone will work for me.”
“He won’t be it, Oriana. Don’t go down that rabbit hole.”
“I’m already down there, and it’s more than a little bit of fun.” I smile, completely uncaring of his opinion or his image. “Say hello to your new boo for me.” Opening the door, I slide inside and lock it behind me, then go to my room before I call Jake. I start pacing when he doesn’t pick up straight away, but just before I hang up and try again, his voice comes through, sounding sleepy.
“What?”
“You!” I yell into the phone.
“Fuck, woman, it’s early, and some of us work all night,” he grumbles.
“I don’t care. You, you, you…”
“Asshole?” I can hear the smile in his voice as he finishes my sentence.
“Yes, that. How dare you send that recording to Kyler. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that little Mr. Goody Two-Shoes needs a reality check. He lost someone amazing. I bet he tried to win you back, didn’t he? But you, my dear, are too clever to fall for that, right?”
“Right.” I give an eye roll because how the hell does he know me so well this soon.
“Tonight, dress sexy. I’m taking you to my sex club.”
“The one where—”
“Yes, the very same. You will be safe. Consider this our last date.”
“Date?”
“Yes, Oriana. One where I plan for you to suck my cock. Maybe I’ll even have a taste of that sweet pussy again. You never know.”
I smirk at the thought of his mouth back down there, my thighs clenching as I imagine my lips on him this time.
“Oriana.”
“Yes?”
“What did I say I like to be called?”
“Master,” I reply firmly, feeling tingly all over.
“Yes. Now say it again.”
We’re both silent for a beat.
And then I do it.
Why? Lord knows.
“Master.” There is no hesitation in my voice when I say it—it’s straight begging.
“For that, you will get something special.” He hangs up, and I’m left feeling confused.
