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Rikers makes or breaks men. With those red marks on his face from a healing bruise, Michael Kinsey looks ready to break.
“Bernadette?”
“Yeah. My girlfriend, who you whored out to your friends to pay for this.” The bitter tone suggests he may still have feelings for her.
I might not walk out of here today with her designs, but I can torture him.
“Where the fuck did you think she’d get the money?”
“Her friend Stella is marrying a billionaire.”
“And you think she’d go crawling to afriendfor three hundred grand?” I sneer at him. “My friends aretaking my fee out of your girlfriend’s ass each night. Don’t fret, she’s enjoying herself with the men who bought her.”
“I doubt it. She’s cold and rigid in bed. Just lies there. Doesn’t even come.”
“Oh yeah, my two best friends are fucking her nonstop. Sheloves it. She gives as good as she gets. Better, even. She just laid therewith you.” I push my face into his. “Smellthat? That’s her pussy. I ate her out in your bed, then I fucked her in the ass before I got here.”
“You’refucking her, too?” he screeches, looking me up and down, knowing with my height how big my dick is.
“And loving it.” I play my video.
It’s timed for him to hear Bernie gag on my cock.
“She’s got a gorgeous mouth and an infectious laugh. I wanted her lips around my dick, and she dropped to her knees to taste me. See here, how she takes my cock in her ass? Fuck, I came so hard. On your bed.”
Michael tries to grab the phone, screaming for me to turn it off, but the guard comes in and drags him away.
“This doesn’t change anything, Kinsey,” I yell. “I assume you don’t have another girlfriend who will pay for a lawyer like me. If you want out of here, you know what to do.”
I kick the chair, pissed he didn’t tell me where to find Bernie’s designs or give a hint where the key is.
“Fuck!”
THIRTY-FOUR
BERNADETTE
Ihop in a cab back to Emery’s office to tell him in person that I need the rest of the day off. He had a meeting earlier with an outsourced development team from Switzerland and had plans to take them to lunch.
When I return, they are lingering in his office.
I open the door to let Emery know I’m back but don’t want to pull him out of the meeting.
He greets me with a smile and then excuses himself.
In front of my desk, where we have to behave ourselves, he says, “How did it go at the apartment?”
“We didn’t find the key.” I bite my lower lip. “Ford and I got busy on his bed, so I feel a little better.”
“Define busy.” Emery narrows his eyes.
I gently tap my butt.
“That fucker,” he grinds out. “Are you sore? Do you want to go home and take a bath?”
I shuck away the tingle of pain of how Emery and Ford do anal all the time with women and know about the aftercare needed.
“I do. I just wanted to see you first.” My eyes stray to his office. “Is your meeting going much longer?”
