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“I’ll show you how close the line is between pleasure and pain. You have no idea what you’ve been missing all these years.” I bit her earlobe once more and leaned back in my seat.
She looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“We’re almost there, Bee.” I pointed out the window.
Bee’s jaw dropped as soon as my place came in view. That’s right, I’ll be fucking you with views of Central Park.
“That’s where the mysterious Mason Caldwell lives?” She smiled, but her smile vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared. She turned away from me and looked out the window.
“Wait till you see inside, Bee.” Wait until you see what I’m going to do to you inside.
Chapter Eighteen
Bee
It felt like my heart sunk in my chest. Caldwell. I knew I had recognized that name. I stared at the towering building as the cab came to a stop outside. Why me?
“The wait is over. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days,” he whispered in my ear.
I pushed my thighs together. My heart was beating so fast. Shit.
He slid over to the side and stepped out of the taxi. He closed the door and began to walk around the cab. Mason fucking Caldwell.
I pushed the lock down on my door. “West 96th Street!”
The driver just looked back at me.
“Go, now.”
“Ma’am are you sure…”
“Please! Just go!”
Mason reached for the door handle just as the taxi driver stepped on the gas. Mason slapped the window with his palm.
“Bee!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.
As soon as the taxi pulled away from the curb, I regretted it. I was still wet from Mason’s naughty words. Was he really as good as he said he was? I turned around and looked out the back window. Mason was standing in the middle of the street, staring at the taxi as I drove away.
Chapter Nineteen
Bee
My phone was buzzing in my pocket. Marie was calling me. I let it go to voicemail. I was so mad at her. If I talked to her now, I’d just say something I regretted. There was already one missed call from Kendra. My rescue call. I should have taken it. I felt so dirty. Of all the guys in New York, why had Marie set me up with Mason Caldwell?
The taxi pulled to a stop outside my apartment building. I paid the driver and stepped onto the sidewalk. I ran into my building, up the stairs, and into my apartment.
I began to pull my clothes out of my closet and throw them into a box. Fuck New York. Fuck Mr. Ellington. Fuck Patrick. And fuck Mason Caldwell. Enough was enough. I had given it my best shot. Now I just needed to get out of New York. There was nothing left for me here.
When I got to the back of my closet I stopped. My wedding dress was hanging there. I pulled it out and placed it on top of the box. Patrick and I were supposed to get married in the fall. The bridal store had called a few weeks after Patrick and I had split up. The alterations were already done, and they wouldn’t take it back. I should have been married right now. To the boy that I fell in love with freshman year.
Instead, I was alone in a dingy apartment and I had just sucked Mason Caldwell’s dirty cock. I sat down in front of the box and started to cry. How could this have happened? Where had I gone wrong?
* * *
I slowly opened my eyes. Someone was knocking on my door. I had fallen asleep on the floor. Ow. My whole body ached. It looked like I had blown my nose on the train of my wedding dress. Great. I yawned and got up.
Whoever was outside my door knocked again. I looked out the peephole. It was Kendra. She looked really upset. Shit. I never called her back. She probably thought I had been abducted. I opened up the door.
