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And here I am, on my knees, with her son’s cock in my mouth. He thrusts his hips forward, forcefully, while I grip his waist to keep myself from falling backward.
“Yeah, we had a nice flight,” he says, staring down at me with hunger. “Oh, Sasha’s doing great.”
And he finds his release in the back of my throat.
“Of course,” he says, fixing himself in his pants. He leaves the closet, and I rush to my feet, following closely behind him. “Sure. Noon, it is. See you soon. You, too.”
And with that, he ends the call.
“We’re having lunch with my mom and younger sister. You have less than an hour,” Jaxon says, striding toward the door.
Nerves get the best of me.
“So soon?”
“Time to find your game face, Sasha.” He turns to me, crookedly grinning. “We’re just getting started.”
* * *
Walking down the hall,I admire the hung paintings on the walls, before arriving at the top of a spiraling staircase. This house is so enchanting. A part of me still believes that this must be a dream.
Placing my hand on the railing, I slowly descend the stairs. The walls in the living room are maroon colored, with dark, leather furniture, and there’s a gorgeous, stone fireplace.
The afternoon light permeates the room, the sun’s rays spilling in through the arched, floor-to-ceiling windows, dust particles suspended in air.
“You are hauntingly beautiful,” Mr. Edwards says, breaking my thoughts.
He strides toward where I’m standing, and appears to look over every inch of me. My light blue dress matches his shirt, ending several inches above my knees, along with black heels.
When his face is inches from mine, I’m locked in a trance, his handsome features pulling me further and further away from reality.
“Shall we?” he asks.
And I lightly place my hand in his.
* * *
The car rideto his parent’s house is more than nerve-racking, mostly due to the fact I have no idea what to expect. This part of our deal almost seems more difficult than anything else at this point.
Lying truly isn’t my specialty, it’s the opposite of my tell-it-how-it-is personality. I’ve never been in love before, and the thought of me having to pretend that I am really makes me anxious.
Nauseated, really.
Standing at his family’s front door, I release a small breath. One hundred thousand dollars is on the table. I can’t mess this up. I must play the part. The second he wraps his arm around my waist, and brings me closer, my body becomes tense.
“Any second thoughts, Mr. Edwards?”
“Jaxon,” he abruptly says, staring straight at the door. “There’s no reason to be nervous.”
“We’re lying to your family.”
He smirks. “Fortunately for you, you’ve never met them.”
“Not helping.”
His grasp on my waist tightens. “Deep breath, my love.”
Suddenly, a woman opens the door with a friendly smile. She has shoulder-length black hair, and bright, blue eyes.
