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Chapter 3
Manon
ThereIwasaboutto invite Drake to the birthday party my grandmother had offered to throw for me, and I found him lost in a deep and meaningful with Fake Tits. I stomped off instead.
I tended to overreact. Always had. Some days, my blood boiled over the smallest things. But this wasn’t trivial. This was Drake. The guy I’d been wanting to fuck forever. At least, from the moment I’d caught him shirtless, shovelling dirt.
Squeezing my mouth tight to block a scream, I shook my head.
What does he see in older women?
Was it because they were more experienced? Did those cocksucker-pumped lips give great blow jobs?
Or did Drake need the woman to do all the seducing?
I was the one who had pushed him against the tree for that kiss. Wasn’t that me taking the lead?
He nearly ate my mouth. What a kiss. Passionate. I’d never had someone kiss me like that before.
I hadn’t exactly had a lot of experience. After Peyton, I’d stayed away from men. My body was a commodity, as my dear mother reminded me. I wouldn’t allow myself to go all silly over a boy or a man, not like some girls I grew up with. I would use it to get the richest man I could find.
A good-looking one like Peyton. Then I met Rey. And well, he was richer than Peyton, but creeped me out big time. So, I got him girls instead.
The feeling of Drake’s lips on mine had become my go-to daydream, and how he’d made my body burn for his hands. I’d even had to finger myself later that night to extinguish my relentless ache. Peyton had taught me all about my pleasure button—his cute term for my clit. But I hadn’t really been into playing with myself. Until that.
Damn Drake. Why did he have to be so hot?
Unable to resist, I took another look. Her hand moved up his arm all the way to where that snake tattoo wrapped around his bulging muscle.
My heart sank.
Was it Drake who wanted her? Or vice versa?
She gave off an aggressive vibe. Drake looked like he was trying to get away. Or was that guilt over me finding them?
Wearing a blue T-shirt with the Reboot logo and jeans that showed off his long, muscular legs, Drake looked even hotter than the last time I’d seen him. I loved how his hair had grown longer and the way it fell over his face.
My unrelenting crush had to stop. Drake wasn’t interested.
Then why kiss me like that?
He’d practically dry humped me. Or was that how he treated all girls, including that overly made-up woman? I mean, who wears that much makeup in the morning? The trick to good makeup during the day was to make it look like one wasn’t wearing any.
I’d made a career out of that skill.
My morning had started off with a real buzz, and Drake was the first person I’d wanted to invite to my first ever birthday party. Mummy didn’t believe in them. She didn’t believe in much. Only money, shopping, and rich-guy hunting.
Other than Sapphire, who’d become a friend of sorts, Drake was the only person I’d thought to invite. After all, we’d connected. I knew it was just a kiss, but he’d touched my bum… well, more squeezed it.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d pressed himself against me. I even felt sticky and swollen. That didn’t happen from a kiss normally. I would have let him fuck me, but he’d pulled away, telling me it was unprofessional of him.
Unprofessional?
What a shit-poor excuse.
Maybe he just didn’t like me. But then what was that big fat boner poking into my tummy as he pinned me against the tree?
So, if it was too unprofessional for us to get all hot and steamy, why was that client about to shove her tongue in his mouth and the rest? They weren’t exactly doing chin-ups. Or did she perform her stretches in bed with him?
