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“These were white guys, Mum. English. Like us.”
“Oh, well. At least you don’t go to the football. That’s where all the trouble starts.”
I had to smile. It was a mother’s role to worry.
I kept seeing the look of horror on Bethany’s face, like I was some street sleeper who’d crashed her privileged life. George hadn’t seemed too bothered with me being there, but the mother had other ideas, it seemed, for her daughter.
What ideas did I have for Manon?
All I could see was her gyrating on my dick while playing with her big, firm tits. My dick went hard just thinking about her.
I also felt a powerful urge to protect her, which had little to do with my security training. There was something broken in Manon. And what were those cuts between her thighs?
When I’d asked, she’d changed the subject, which only roused my suspicions.
“Did someone do that to you?” I’d persisted.
“No. I cut myself with a razor.”
“All the way up there?”
She had a hairless pussy, so it made sense, but why did she seem nervous when I asked?
Eating breakfast like a man who’d fucked his brains out all night, I pushed away thoughts of Manon and focused, instead, on my future. Which didn’t involve personal training and security work. I was young enough to explore options while saving like mad to secure a comfortable future for both me and my mother.
Ilovedmynewstudio apartment. Though small, the space seemed larger, thanks to a superb view of the pier and the ocean. I enjoyed watching fishermen bringing in their catch and loved that the apartment was all mine, despite ten more years of mortgage payments.
Buttoning up my black cotton shirt, I prepared for my gig at Salon, where I’d be working five nights a week. And while I wasn’t Reynard Crisp’s biggest fan, the pay was too good to ignore.
Checking myself in the mirror, I tucked my shirt into my black pants and practiced my tough-guy stance. I’d gotten better at it, even though I had to watch myself when women smiled at me. My instincts were to smile back. Something frowned upon in that role.
My phone pinged just as I was about to leave for work. It was from Manon, and a smile grew on my face.
She had me eating out of her sweet little palm. One couldn’t have a girl like that and not get a little attached, and I couldn’t wait to see her again.
“Are you in Bridesmere? And can we catch up later?” she wrote.
“I’m at Salon until two in the morning. I’m heading there now.”
“Then I’ll drop in because I’m at Cherry.”
“Huh?”
“It’s my name for Ma Chérie, which sounds pretentious, if you ask me.”
It sounds more than that.
“Fitting, I suppose.” I sighed. I wasn’t about to tell her how much I hated that venue.
“See you then.”
“Great. Bye,” I signed off. My heart raced.
That night of hot sex came flooding back to me. All I could see was Manon rubbing herself against me, and if I weren’t running late, I would have had to relieve myself. Again. The girl had me on fire.
Her involvement with Crisp’s girly bar didn’t sit well. There were rumours. Everything about my boss was shady. Like those Eastern European heavies who kept coming in, night after night, which had been going on for the past month.
Caroline Lovechilde had asked me to inform her if I noticed anything unusual at the casino. So apart from working as security, I’d somehow become her spy. She was Declan’s mother, and I owed so much to him, so I didn’t have to think twice about helping.
