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And I did. I laid back and fingered her clitoris until she squirmed and her muscles contracted around my cock. And I came again inside her, and I watched her orgasm in front of me. It was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my life.
She sagged against me, our bodies still connected. I stroked her back as she pulsed around me, her breath jagged.
“I never pegged you as a sex fiend, Reagan.”
“Never pegged you as a complainer.”
"Complainer? I had been called many things, but complainer wasn’t one of them."
“You have not seen me in action yet, baby.”
“I haven’t?” She faked a surprised look. But then she pushed herself up from me. And as she did, our cum spilled down her thighs and to the floor. She didn’t care that we were making a mess. She was used to this. I wanted to hunt every man who she had slept with for the hell of it. But then again, I only wanted her to be like this with me and nobody else. “Why don’t we try one more time? Maybe then I could see how you do it.”
She offered her hand to me, and I took it. We headed toward her bedroom, and I showed her how nasty I could get. She screamed until her voice was hoarse, and we fucked until the rain was just a drizzle. And Reagan didn’t grow tired. She grew feistier, and eventually, she grew softer. And it was something I didn’t know I would enjoy.
When morning came, I left before she could wake up. But that was before I wrote my cell phone number on a piece of paper and left it on her bedside table. Reagan wasn’t going anywhere. She was mine to enjoy now.
Chapter eight
Reagan
I woke up feeling like I hated everything and everyone in the world. My phone had been ringing since four in the morning, thanks to my father. If I was back in California, I would usually go for a run. Maybe go straight to the mall and get Starbucks on the way home. But right now, I simply didn’t have the time and the money to do these things.
Matthew and I had continued our little fuck sessions on the side, which was entertaining, I guessed. He had lived in my mind twenty-four-seven after we slept together at my place for the first time. That was a week ago, and we had fucked in his office twice now. All of our sessions were kinky. I had enjoyed them more than I cared to admit.
But I rode the bus with a sick feeling in my stomach. The thing between Matthew and I hadn’t even crossed my mind this morning at all, which was a miracle despite how much he seemed to invade every other aspect of my life.
To make matters worse, today was my mother’s death anniversary. And usually, at home, I’d visit her grave and bake her favorite butter cookies, which this year wasn’t possible. Being away from home for the first time during her death anniversary felt like I was away from her for good. But I reminded myself to get flowers later for her—peonies because they were her favorite.
The hotel today had a party by the pool. It looked like it was a business launch because it was all fancy, with mauve-colored towels and an open bar. I figured it was probably a crystal business launch, given that there were bowls and bowls of different colored gems and crystals everywhere.
I was assigned here today along with three other people from housekeeping, and we were all busy arranging glasses and folding robes for the guests later.
I was cleaning the lounge chairs by the pool when a voice called out to me from behind the pool fence.
“Reagan? Reagan St. James?” I would know that nasal, high-pitched voice anywhere.
“Hi, Eloise,” I greeted when I turned to face her direction.
Eloise Giovanni and I knew each other from home. But we weren’t friends. Far from it, really. She was bitch. She thought that every woman in her vicinity was competing with her, that they were jealous of her bleached hair, lip fillers, and gigantic boobs courtesy of her stepfather.
Today, she was sporting a maxi dress that was identical to the theme, and it didn’t take me long to process that this was her business launch. She had made a reputation back in California for her admiration for crystals. She knew which one was for luck, which one was for love, and which one was going to draw negativity away. I only wished I had one right now. Then maybe I could throw it at her to wish her away.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. I was surprised that she could still do that despite the Botox she had had. She was only a year older than me, yet she had had nearly every kind of plastic surgery and beauty procedure you could think of.
“I work here,” I said in a flat tone of voice. I admitted to myself that I was embarrassed by the fact that I was working here. And the fact that Eloise, of all people, knew that I wasn’t at home anymore and I was working at a hotel made me want to cower behind a fucking tree. “Did you need something?”
Ignoring my question, she sized me up, glaring at my blue uniform and black shoes. “Wow,” she whistled. “How the mighty have fallen. You see? Pretty girls like you don't always win in life.”
Eloise had made it abundantly clear that she didn’t like me. Even back when we were in high school, she enjoyed tormenting me. She’d start the sickest rumors about me and some guys I had gone out with, which was a nightmare for a high schooler.
But I guessed what really got to her was that I wasn’t fazed by her attempts to make me feel insecure. She wanted to make me feel bothered, and when it didn’t work, she hated me even more. Which was why, right now, she thought this was a competition.
“I don’t have time for this, Eloise. I’m going back to work,” I said, attempting to get my supplies off the chair so I could leave and beg Susana to replace me. All of this was too close to home, and everything today already reminded me my dead mother, which wasn’t good for me right now.
“Your mother would be so disappointed with you if she saw you like this, Reagan,” I heard Eloise chirping behind me before I could leave. And she might have just as well have punched me in the gut. Like I said, Eloise wanted me bothered, and I probably shouldn’t fall into her trap, but mentioning my mother on her death anniversary made me feel queasy.
“What did you say?” I slowly turned to her, my eyes narrowed, challenging the platinum-blonde woman. She had a smirk on her face that I made me want to punch her.
