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Drakelookedalittlepale as he let me into his apartment. “Hey, are you okay?” I placed my bag on the sofa.
Sipping beer, Drake seemed a million miles away. “Sorry, I didn’t offer you a drink. Do you want one?” He held up his bottle.
“Just water, I think.” I followed him into the tiny kitchen, which extended into the living space.
His apartment reminded me of a place I’d stayed in East London after my dad left us. One room for everything—sleeping, eating, arguing, and loser male visitors, which meant I had to leave for a few hours, traipsing the streets and shoplifting for an adrenaline hit. At least Drake’s studio apartment was new and had a great view, so I didn’t feel so claustrophobic.
He passed me a bottle of water then returned to the sofa.
“Are you too tired? Or is it something else?”
Looking very serious, he stared at me with those large, hypnotic blue eyes. “Are you fucking Crisp?”
I squirmed. Not this again. “No way. I’ve told you that.”
“Then why this affiliation with him? He’s fucking dangerous and associates with some pretty bad types.”
“Can we not talk about him? I just want us to…” I unbuttoned my shirt to reveal a new red lacey bra.
Intensity faded from his expression as his eyes grew heavy with lust. He swept his tongue over his pillowy lips, which hadn’t so much as curled since I’d arrived.
“Do you like?” I tipped my head with a teasing smile.
“Of course, I fucking like.”
He sounded gruff, like I was getting on his nerves, but it still ignited a spark in me. His alpha side made me want him even more.
“Then, what’s wrong?” I hated how whiny my voice sounded.
“I just don’t want to be with you if you’re going to work at that Cherry place.” His mouth curled slightly. “As you call it.”
“I plan to resign. I just have to find the right way to tell him.”
“What the fuck has he got on you?”
I winced at his rough tone. “He thinks he can own me, like some pretty ornament, I guess.” Reluctant to give him the full story, I kept it short and sweet. I couldn’t imagine Drake liking the fact that I’d been seducing Rey with my little virgin act all those months. Put it down to naivety, but if I could go back and do it again, I would never have done that.
But then, I hadn’t known my grandmother was going to make me a millionaire.
Somehow, I didn’t think Drake would accept that as an excuse. After all, I had a job and a career in beauty. I just liked the idea of living in luxury.
Who wouldn’t after the crappy life I’d lived?
“I’m waiting for my birthday, which is like next week, and that fat cheque in my account, then I’ll be independent. Don’t worry. He has nothing on me. Honest.”
That explanation worked because he drew me onto the sofa, and I landed on top of him. He removed my bra, almost ripping it off, and with his breath all hot and raspy, he ran his hands over my tits, groaning. And as he sucked on my nipples, almost devouring them as one would a sugar hit, my brain emptied. It was all about us in that sexy moment and nothing else.
His mouth landed on mine. He tasted different, still like something I couldn’t stop wanting to taste, but I sensed danger. Or was that just raw lust? His tongue fucked my mouth as though it were his dick.
I unzipped his jeans, and the red head of his dick, dripping in pre-cum, peeped over his briefs.
I rose and stripped out of my jeans and felt the heat of his gaze travelling up and down my body.
He clutched onto my bum and pulled me close to his face. He put his tongue on my pussy, and I was so thick and sticky my legs went all quivery.
Drake was an expert and much better than Peyton—the only other person who’d ever used his tongue on me.
