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Want more chapter?đđ | âYouâre soaked,â Alpha Aden groans, kneeling between my legs. My wolf is clawing and clawing at me, desperate for his touch. But I canât⊠Because heâs my boyfriendâs father. *** Iâd just about given up hope on ever feeling my heat. By the time most she-wolves were my age, theyâd already settled down and had at least one pup. Instead, I felt like I was dead inside until I met Hudson a few months ago. He ignites a spark in me, something I think could be more. My love life is looking up, and I think Iâm finally ready to take the next step. Not just because things wereâŠawakenedâŠtoday. But because Hudson is perfect. Heâs sexy, thoughtful, attentiveâŠ. We can talk for hours about the books we love. And when I said I didnât want to go too far too fast, he was okay with that. Heâs never pushed for more than kissing. When I told him I wasnât ready to have sex yet, he was okay and didnât try to make me feel guilty. It made me like him even more. TodayâŠtoday Iâm ready. And Iâm going to tell him. I take a sip of my cappuccino as I look at him. Goddess, heâs handsome. Tall and muscular but not too bulky, and I love how his curly chestnut hair falls into his green eyes. Hudson catches me staring at him as he reads, looking up and flashing me that sexy, playful grin of his. He sticks a receipt between the pages to mark his place, sets the book beside him on the couch, and then shifts his body to turn toward me. âWhatcha thinkinâ, lovely?â My cheeks flush. âDo you really want to know?â âAlways,â Hudson replies, placing a warm hand on my leg right above my knee. âI think Iâm ready.â All of the air leaves my lungs as I finally say the words. Hudsonâs eyes widen, and his fingers tighten on my leg. Before he can answer, movement over his shoulder catches my eye. One of the biggest dudes Iâve ever seen is standing at the end of a row of books, staring at us. Intently. He looksâŠscary. Thereâs something about him that dings my radar, even though Iâm used to seeing criminals in the prison. Heâs well over six feet tall, and his professional suit does nothing to disguise how bulky he is. My eyes are drawn to the cruel scar that runs diagonally over his face, almost splitting his nose in two. I sniff the air. Definitely a wolf shifter, too. So how does he have a scar like that? I canât fathom what would have happened to permanently mark him like that. A shudder runs through me at the thought. âHudson⊠ThereâsâŠa guy over there. And heâs staring right at us,â I say quietly. Hudson turns to look directly at the brawny guy, and I want to sink into the floor when the guy starts walking toward us. âDonât worry about him,â Hudson answers, frustration in his voice. âHudson, heâs looking right atââ âHeâs with me. Thatâs Preston. HeâsâŠmy bodyguard.â Hudson shoots a glare at the huge guy, his brow furrowing. The guys stops walking toward us. âHe usually does a better job of keeping out of sight.â Wait, what? He needs a bodyguard? My eyes go to the fancy watch heâs wearing today. Iâd always assumed it was a knock-off, but now Iâm not so sure⊠The questions are stacking up, and my wolf is on edge. What else is Hudson hiding? And why has none of this ever come up before on our dates? More importantly, how did I miss all of this? Iâm a trained professional. Reading people and evaluating them is literally my job right now. If I canât even read my own boyfriend, how will I ever succeed in my chosen profession. My stomach twists. âJust ignore him. My dad gets overprotective.â Hudson rolls his eyes. âHonestly, heâs so stressed out about safety that he could use a shrink like you to give him some counseling.â He laughs, then winks at me playfully. I can tell the conversation is over and Iâm not going to get anything else out of him. âAnytime,â I mutter, nervously playing with my long red hair, worrying about the mismatch between Hudsonâs apparent wealth and my poor grad student status. Iâve never met anyone who has a bodyguard. âCan I get you anything else?â Hudson and I look up at the barista smiling down at us, a handsome blond-haired guy with an apron tied around his waist. The guyâs timing couldnât be worse. âNo thanks, Chase,â I say, giving him a big grin at the same time Hudson smiles and says, âCan we both get refills?â âOh, actuallyâŠâ I look up at the clock and push my hair back behind my ears. If I donât leave now, Iâm going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. âSheâll take hers to go then,â Hudson says, rising from our sofa. He follows Chase back to the coffee counter to grab our drinks. I start to pack up my bag so I can grab the next train, when I notice Hudsonâs phone vibrating on the table. When the number disappears, his home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As Iâm staring at the picture, the phone rings againâthe same number. Must be important. I grab the phone and sling my bag over my shoulder, heading towards the coffee counter. But thereâs no one here. I look around, confused. I definitely just saw Chase and Hudson head this way⊠Thereâs a noise from the back room, a strange and muffled thump and a moan. I take two steps forward and peek around the door. Maybe they bothâ Oh my god. Not two feet from me, my boyfriend presses Chase up against the wall of the storage room. One fist is wrapped in the fabric of Chaseâs shirt, the other down Chaseâs pants. Heâs kissing him passionately, hungrily. Chaseâs eyes are closed, his hands fumbling at the button and zipper of Hudsonâs pantsâwhispering my boyfriendâs name. My heart stops for a few seconds as I stare at the scene in front of me. Then, rage takes overâmasking the hurt starting to unfurl in my chest. âAre you kidding me!?â Iâm not even thinking as I chuck the phone at Hudson and his lover. The guys jump, leaping apart. âBrooklynâ Iââ Hudsonâs face is full of shock. Tears in my eyes, I run from the room and from the coffee shop. âBrooklyn!â Hudson spills out onto the street behind me. âYou donât understand!â He grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. If ever I forgot he was a male wolf more powerful than me, Iâm reminded of his strength now. âI really like you,â he says, his eyes filled with apology. âYouâre amazing⊠Itâs just that my family wouldnât understand, wouldnât approveââ He scrubs a hand over his face. âYou know how some wolves are about this kind of thing. How some packs are. ThisâŠme and Chase⊠Itâs complicated.â âSo, what? You just want me to be your pretend girlfriend!?â I rip my arm from his hand. âNot interested.â âPlease. I can make this right! How much do you want? One million? Three million?â He pulls out his phone, and I see him tap on a banking app. âI donât want your money.â Hudson blinks in confusion, and I turn away. âIâll keep your secret, and you donât need to pay me off. I just donât want to see you again.â Just like that, my possible fairy tale with Prince Charming was over. I hurry down the street, my eyes filling with angry tears. My wolf, Lena, is struggling to take over. She wants to go back and tear Hudson to shreds. His bodyguard would probably keep that from happening, though. But a girl can dream. I manage to make it on the train in time, sinking onto the bench and closing my eyes. My head falls back to rest against the window, and I take deep, calming breaths to re-center myself. Today couldnât have gone any worse. No wonder Iâm still a virginâŠmy instincts were so off that Iâve been dating a gay man. Nope. Not gonna wallow. Lena chuffs in agreement. *** Two hours later, Iâm seated at a plastic table in a cinder-block cell, my hands are resting on my paperwork in front of me, and my hair is tied back in what I hope is a professional look. My leg jitters with nerves. I need to shift, to run off this excess energy, these raging emotions. But I straighten up in my seat, taking a deep breath. I have to concentrate on my job now, and Iâm incredibly tense about my next assignment. Iâve only been assigned basic white-collar criminals thus far. Some human, some wolf, none of them dangerous. But today I have to make an assessment of Aden Kenwood. Heâs not just a formidable wolf; heâs a mafia king, too. His unmatched cruelty and the unbelievable lengths heâll go to in order to protect his power are infamous in Grayling City. As a psychology grad student working on my real-life work assignments here at the prison, they typically assign me all of the easy psych evals. But the guy who handles the werewolf inmate evals is out today, and everyone else on staff is human. The last thing they are going to do is put a human in the room with such a notorious and dangerous wolf shifter. SoâŠIâm up to bat. And the incident with Hudson? Not helping my nerves one bit. The hallway door clangs open, and I quickly stand, pulling down on the hem of my blazer to straighten it. This is by far the most nervous Iâve been since I started this gig. The guards bring Kenwood around the corner, and Iâm surprised. Iâm not sure exactly what I was expecting, but I wasnât expecting this. He looks nothing like what I could have ever pictured. This man is muscular and tall, moving with a kind of dangerous grace. My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his orange prison uniform, the way that the guards flinch a little as they unlock the silver cuffs on his wrists. This is one powerful wolf shifter. No doubt about it. I can see why everyone fears him. His mere presence ignites something in me Iâve never felt before, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to quell the rush of desire between my legs. I stifle a gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwoodâs face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes⊠Oh goddess. Is this what a she-wolfâs heat feels like? I gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwoodâs face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes⊠Oh my god. Iâve seen this man before. I saw him todayâon my boyfriendâs phone. And Iâve seen a younger version of him etched in the features of my boyfriendâs face. Hudson isnât just some rich kid. Heâs the son of the mafia king. Aden I follow the guards to a cinder-block cell at the end of the hallway, noting that my lawyer is standing outside the door. He rolls his eyes at me and points at his watch, indicating that heâll have me out of here in no time. I nod, then focus my attention on the door. Iâm surprised to see a girl. No, not a girl. A young womanâtwenty-three, at the most. She stands up, clearly anxious, biting her lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly, as she takes me in. God dammit. My body tenses at the sight of herâthose long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears so people like me will take her seriously. If my wrists werenât bound in silver, my canines would be dropping right now, my wolf anxious for a taste of her. I can tell from a single glance that sheâs pure as the driven snowâambitious but poor, eager to prove herself. My eyes rove over her⊠What would she look like if I ripped that unflattering blazer off her? I focus again on those red lips, slightly parted. My breath hisses from my mouth at the sight of those lips, at the thought of what I could do with themâof what I could make them do to me. Thereâs a low rumble in my chest as I hold back my growl, and my pants tighten as I get hard. âUm,â she says, hesitant. I snap my attention back to her jewel-blue eyes. âMy name is Brooklyn Knox? Iâm here to do your preliminary interview for state psychological assessment?â I grit my teeth, denying the urge to smile slowly at the fact that her statements are presented as questions. God, sheâs perfect, this little angel. The feral, leashed part of me wants to know what sheâd look like with a little bit of the underworldâs grime smeared all over her. I want to ruin her, put her on her knees for me. I want to own her in every way imaginable, destroy her for any other man. They donât call me a monster for nothing. âHello, Brooklyn,â I say, my voice low and hungry as I move forward and settle into the chair across from her. âWhere do we begin?âBrooklyn I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from Aden. Heâs all feral wolf, and instead of feeling like the strong she-wolf I am, I feel like a doe waiting to feel his teeth sink into my neck for the kill. His wolf flares in his eyes as he stares at me, almost as if he could leap across the table at any moment and gobble me up. Images flash through my mind of my skirt hiked up around my waist while Aden Kenwood buries his face between my thighs, literally gobbling me up⊠I give myself a mental shake. Nope. This is Hudsonâs fatherâmafia king, powerful shifter, and bad, bad news. Thatâs why Hudson has a bodyguard, thatâs why he has so much money. I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Kenwood, realizing that this is also why Hudson is hiding his sexuality. Many of the powerful wolf packs and crimes families in Grayling City are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted in some packsâespecially a son that is expected to provide an heir. I canât imagine being HudsonâŠhaving to hide who I loved, pretending to love someone else. Pulling myself back to the here and now, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights. My bodyâs response to him, thinking about his head buried between my legsâŠthereâs no way he doesnât smell how turned on I am. I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain. No matter how much of a traitor my wolf and my body are right now. There is NO way Iâm feeling my heat for this man. Not at all. âSo.â I turn back to my papers, nervously swallowing. Youâve done this a thousand times, Brooklyn! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! âCan you please state your name and place of birth?â I ask, trying to regain control of the assessment. âI believe,â Kenwood says slowly, âthat youâre already aware of my history.â He leans back, studying me. I lift my eyes to glare at his boldnessâheâs so rude. But, unfortunately, heâs right. Everyone in Grayling City knows this information. I quickly fill out the form. I glance up at him, struck once again by the grim, lethal quality to his face. Aden Kenwood is all jagged edges and rough shardsâŠand some dark part of me wants to cut my teeth on them. I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that theyâre Adenâs fingers⊠I quickly dismiss the thought and try to focus on what Iâm supposed to be doing. My wolf, Lena, whines at me, and I shush her. Iâm so off-kilter that I actually have to look down and read the words Iâd long ago memorized. âThe rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,â I say, giving the canned speech Iâm required to say to all inmates. âThe state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of the assessment. Do you understand?â Aden is silent in response, and I look up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. Heâs smirking at me, unblinking. âLittle girl,â he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, âwhat gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?â I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. âThe state has hired me to administer these examinationsââ âDo you have a degree?â he cuts in. âSome kind ofâŠcertificate?â The final word is heavy with derision. I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state that qualifies me for this position. âHere. If youâre so curious.â I reach across the table to hand it to him. A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table, careful not to let the silver binding his wrists touch my skin. It doesnât quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him. Iâm terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and thenâ Oh my goddessâ Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. âChamomile, lavender,â he murmurs, closing his eyes, taking in my scent. âSo fresh and cleanâŠuntainted by the scent of another wolf.â Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, âYou must be a virgin.â My lip trembles. His eyes eat me up, savoring the quiver of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes. I swear I feel his tongue flick over my pulse point, hear a low groan. âSo innocent, so pureâŠâ His grip tightens, and even confined by silver that should keep it from happening, his wolf flashes in his eyes. âTwo of my favorite things to destroy.â Brooklyn A guard flies through the door. âHands off!â he yells, but Aden has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm. âSorry,â he says, back to smirking, his eyes on me. âWonât happen again.â I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him. âAre you all right, miss?â the guard says, leaning forward to look me over. âIâm fine.â I rub my wrist with my other hand. Iâm not hurt, justâŠshocked? Turned on? Confused? I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. âWe willâŠwe will proceed.â I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. Failure isnât an option if I want to graduate. I give Kenwood a steady glare, raising my chin. Iâm tougher than he thinks I am. Picking up my pen again, Iâm grateful that my hands arenât shaking. âPlease,â I say, focusing again on the paper. âCan you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I seeââ âYour little skirt,â he says, grinning wolfishly at the fact that heâs riled me so easily, âis also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and that skirtâs the perfect length toââ âPlease, Mr. Kenwood,â I repeat, surprised to hear it come out with a little growl. âI demand your respect during this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously.â Kenwoodâs response is to laugh at me. âDarling,â he says, leaning forward again. âI couldnât take you seriously if I tried.â I blink at him, stunned, but it quickly turns to rage. I clench my fist, my knuckles almost white, working to keep Lenaâs temper at bay inside of me. The last place I can shift is here. Aden looks down at my fist and grins. âNow, now, Doc. No fair teasing. I like it a little rough.â âMr. Kenwood,â I bite out, âif you arenât interested in cooperating with me, Iâd rather not waste my time. Iâll just let the guard know youâre being combative.â I stand up with bravado I donât feel, and raise my hand, waving to the guard standing right outside the door. In a flash, Adenâs demeanor changes. Gone is the relaxed, playful wolf whoâs been teasing me. Instead of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes at knocking me off-kilter, all the sharp edges and darkness are back. I canât look away, overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare. Finally, I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floorâanywhere but at him. âYou looked away first.â He studies me. âDidnât your parents, your Alpha teach you not to show weakness? Not to take your eyes off the enemy? In the battlefield, youâd have died by my handâor my wolfâs teeth. Pitiful.â Riled, I raise my eyes to stare him down, determined not to look away first. âGood,â he laughs. âI like my girls with a little fight in them.â My face goes pale and red at once. Iâm enraged, mortified to have fallen for his trick. I know better! But alsoâgod dammitâI feel my nipples go hard under my blazer. His steely gaze moves to my chest, as if he knows it, the rumble of a growl in his chest deepening. I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can. Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole. âThis is finished.â I gather my papers as fast as I can, shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. Heâs laughing softly as I hurry. I take a breath, throw my shoulders back, and then give him what I hope is a withering glare as I move towards the door. I pound twice on the metal, and the guard lets me out. I donât look at Kenwood again as I start to leave. âOh, DocâŠâ his voice echoes behind me. My cheeks burn and I grit my teeth as I turn to hear his parting words. âIâll see you on the outside,â he says, giving me a dark smirk. âYou can count on it.â âNot if I have anything to say about it,â I whisper, my voice trembling as I storm out, the guard shutting the door behind me. My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as Iâm concerned, Iâll never see him again. And good riddance. However, when I return, I get on my laptop and open a search engine. My cheeks grow red for what feels like the millionth time today and I find myself typing âAden Kenwoodâ into the search bar. Iâm surprised by the results. The news channel that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia Kingâor just âthe Wolf Kingâ sometimes, to appeal to the human demographic and pearl-clutchers. They are always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites Iâm looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that heâs a great boss. Still another⊠God, is that Brad Pitt heâs shaking hands with in that photo? Scrolling farther down, there are reports and articles about packs wanting to form and make him their Alpha. It appears he always declines⊠I gather my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results, trying to match what Iâm seeing here with the man I met in the prison the other day. âWhatcha looking at?â my sister, Jolie flops onto the couch, grabbing the laptop out of my hands. âHey!â I squeal, snatching at it. âJolie, give it back!â âOooohhhh,â she says, scrolling through the photos of Aden. âNow this is a hottie who could light a little fire under me, for sure.â She nods appreciatively. âWho is this?â âAden Kenwood,â I say, hugging my knees to my chest. âI had to interview him at the prison the other day because the shifter who usually does it was out and I was their only other shifter. He wasâŠunnerving.â Jolie flicks her eyes to me, considering. âDid he scare you?â I shrug. âA little.â She narrows her eyes a bit, snapping the laptop shut. âOkay, thatâs it. Youâre coming out with me tonight, baby Brooklyn,â she says, sliding across the couch to give me a big hug. âYouâve had a hard time with your gay boyfriend and the scary Mafia King. Youâve got to have some fun!â I laugh, letting her wrap me up. âOkay, okay! Geeze, Iâll come.â Little did I know how much these separate aspects of my life would collide in just a few hours. *** The music pounds in the club and, I have to admit, Iâm really starting to have fun. Lena is even loosening up a little bit, and sheâs not as on edge as she has been the past few days. Though, she absolutely keeps throwing up images of Kenwood in my mind. Jolie dressed me tonight, which would usually make me uncomfortable, but for once, I let her take charge and decided to step out of my comfort zone and just go with it. What she calls a âdressâ is more a sheet of silver fabric that falls across my front and then wraps low around my hips. Itâs strapped together across my shoulders with a spiderweb of silver strings. Gotta give it up to that wolf shifter metabolismâŠIâm showing a lot of skin, but I know I look good. Despite spending the last couple of days drowning myself in Ben & Jerryâs. She also curled my long red hair into waves and gave me shadowy makeup and full red lips. Looking at myself in the clubâs mirrored walls, I feelâŠwell, I blush to admit it, but I feel really sexy. Itâs a strange feeling. Iâm not sure what I expected when Jolie took me to one of âherâ clubs, but this feels nothing like a strip club. In fact, so far every woman dancing on the stages is fully clothed. I look around from my spot in a round corner booth, curious as to where everything else happens. Jolie sits down next to me then, laughing. She waves goodbye to the man she had been talking with, then turns her attention to me. Her eyes are a little glazed. âYou having fun, baby Brooklyn?â She gives me a wide, inviting smile. I canât help but smile back. âYes,â I say, laughing. âThough Iâm curiousâŠwhere doesâŠall the othâ" Jolie stiffens next to me, and I stop talking. Lena scents fear. I follow Jolieâs gaze. Thereâs a man standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her. When I look, he starts to walk over. Jolie quickly jumps to her feet, reaching out her arms to wrap this big fat potato of a man in a hug. I grimace a littleâhe looks like he hasnât showered in a while. Smells a bit like it, too. Definitely human. âDavis!â she says, and I can tell her voice is falsely cheerful. âHow you been, gorgeous?â âJolie,â he says, wrapping his hands around her upper arms and pushing her way from him. âWeâve got to talk.â âHave you met my little sister, Brooklyn?â She gestures towards me with a big smile. âBrooklyn, this is Miguel Davis, an old friend. Heâs the manager of the club.â Davisâs eyes rove over me, taking in the generous portion of my thigh exposed by the little dress Iâm wearing. I wasnât uncomfortable before, but now I try to tug it down lower with my fist. Lena growls low inside me at this creep, but I have to keep her leashed. Weâre not allowed to shift at all in establishments where humans go. âUm, hello,â I say, hesitant. He takes Jolie by her elbow. âCome on. Weâre going to talk around back.â âOkay,â Jolie murmurs, suddenly serious. She leans down to whisper to me. âItâs just work stuff, donât worry. Plus, wolf versus human. I got this.â I give her a little smile and nod, even though Iâm not sure what her wolf can even do for her right now. Between the laws we have to follow and how glazed her eyes are fromâŠwhatever she took⊠Jolie follows Davis into the back. Theyâre gone for a long time. Anxiously, I run my hand over the underwire of my bra, feeling the tiny switchblade hidden there. The only possession my mother left to me in her will. I tucked it into my bra tonight, just in case. Without the ability to use my razor-sharp claws or my wolf, I like having it with me. I donât really know how to use it, but it calms me to know that itâs there. Half an hour more and the door opens. My stomach drops. Thereâs Davis, but whereâs my sister? Davisâs eyes catch on me as he starts to move farther out into the club. I see him mouth the word âshit,â and then he walks over to me. âJolieâs sister, right?â âYes. Where is she?â âShe got sick. Sheâs just throwing up, but sheâs a little green around the gills right now,â he says, gesturing towards his own neck. Alarm bells ring in my head. Wolf shifters donât just get âget sick.â I stand and turn towards the staff door, intending to go find my sister, but he stops me. âNo, listen,â he says. âShe wonât want you to see her like this. Come with me, Iâll take you someplace where you can wait more comfortably.â He pulls me forward. I follow him, confused and worried as he pulls me quickly across the club to a black door, pushing it open. The inside is barely litâa dark room with mirrors on the ceiling and tiny pinpricks of light coming up from the floor. A wide velvet bench wraps itself around the room with little black cocktail tables lined up in front of it. I blink, trying to let my eyes adjust, as Davis settles me into a little table by the door. âWait here for a bit,â Davis says, looking beyond me. âIâll have someone bring you a drink. Your sister will be fine soon.â Then, he walks away. Someone does bring me a drink, and I take a sip of it. But then I realize that itâs laced with something. My head starts to spin and I push it away from me. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room and realize that Iâm not alone in here. Bodies, mostly in couples, writhe together on the black velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some⊠Well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I realize what she is doing. I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door. As soon as I reach it, Davis comes back in. âWhoa whoa whoa!â he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him. âWhere you going, baby?â He rubs a hand up and down my arm. Instinctively, I jerk my arm away from him. Davis keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me. He presses up against me. Thereâs nowhere else to go. âYouâd better be a good girl for me,â Davis whispers, his hot breath on my face. âOr else your sisterâs gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, youâre going to work some of it off.â I want to push him away but somehow I lose all my strength now. Iâm scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth. âDo you mind?â The voice drawls from behind Davis. âThatâs my doctor youâre harassing there.â I feel Davisâs weight lift off me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, shocked. I recognize that deep, chocolate tone, and it sends a rush of heat straight between my legs. 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No | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | Want more chapter?đđ | âYouâre soaked,â Alpha Aden groans, kneeling between my legs. My wolf is clawing and clawing at me, desperate for his touch. But I canât⊠Because heâs my boyfriendâs father. *** Iâd just about given up hope on ever feeling my heat. By the time most she-wolves were my age, theyâd already settled down and had at least one pup. Instead, I felt like I was dead inside until I met Hudson a few months ago. He ignites a spark in me, something I think could be more. My love life is looking up, and I think Iâm finally ready to take the next step. Not just because things wereâŠawakenedâŠtoday. But because Hudson is perfect. Heâs sexy, thoughtful, attentiveâŠ. We can talk for hours about the books we love. And when I said I didnât want to go too far too fast, he was okay with that. Heâs never pushed for more than kissing. When I told him I wasnât ready to have sex yet, he was okay and didnât try to make me feel guilty. It made me like him even more. TodayâŠtoday Iâm ready. And Iâm going to tell him. I take a sip of my cappuccino as I look at him. Goddess, heâs handsome. Tall and muscular but not too bulky, and I love how his curly chestnut hair falls into his green eyes. Hudson catches me staring at him as he reads, looking up and flashing me that sexy, playful grin of his. He sticks a receipt between the pages to mark his place, sets the book beside him on the couch, and then shifts his body to turn toward me. âWhatcha thinkinâ, lovely?â My cheeks flush. âDo you really want to know?â âAlways,â Hudson replies, placing a warm hand on my leg right above my knee. âI think Iâm ready.â All of the air leaves my lungs as I finally say the words. Hudsonâs eyes widen, and his fingers tighten on my leg. Before he can answer, movement over his shoulder catches my eye. One of the biggest dudes Iâve ever seen is standing at the end of a row of books, staring at us. Intently. He looksâŠscary. Thereâs something about him that dings my radar, even though Iâm used to seeing criminals in the prison. Heâs well over six feet tall, and his professional suit does nothing to disguise how bulky he is. My eyes are drawn to the cruel scar that runs diagonally over his face, almost splitting his nose in two. I sniff the air. Definitely a wolf shifter, too. So how does he have a scar like that? I canât fathom what would have happened to permanently mark him like that. A shudder runs through me at the thought. âHudson⊠ThereâsâŠa guy over there. And heâs staring right at us,â I say quietly. Hudson turns to look directly at the brawny guy, and I want to sink into the floor when the guy starts walking toward us. âDonât worry about him,â Hudson answers, frustration in his voice. âHudson, heâs looking right atââ âHeâs with me. Thatâs Preston. HeâsâŠmy bodyguard.â Hudson shoots a glare at the huge guy, his brow furrowing. The guys stops walking toward us. âHe usually does a better job of keeping out of sight.â Wait, what? He needs a bodyguard? My eyes go to the fancy watch heâs wearing today. Iâd always assumed it was a knock-off, but now Iâm not so sure⊠The questions are stacking up, and my wolf is on edge. What else is Hudson hiding? And why has none of this ever come up before on our dates? More importantly, how did I miss all of this? Iâm a trained professional. Reading people and evaluating them is literally my job right now. If I canât even read my own boyfriend, how will I ever succeed in my chosen profession. My stomach twists. âJust ignore him. My dad gets overprotective.â Hudson rolls his eyes. âHonestly, heâs so stressed out about safety that he could use a shrink like you to give him some counseling.â He laughs, then winks at me playfully. I can tell the conversation is over and Iâm not going to get anything else out of him. âAnytime,â I mutter, nervously playing with my long red hair, worrying about the mismatch between Hudsonâs apparent wealth and my poor grad student status. Iâve never met anyone who has a bodyguard. âCan I get you anything else?â Hudson and I look up at the barista smiling down at us, a handsome blond-haired guy with an apron tied around his waist. The guyâs timing couldnât be worse. âNo thanks, Chase,â I say, giving him a big grin at the same time Hudson smiles and says, âCan we both get refills?â âOh, actuallyâŠâ I look up at the clock and push my hair back behind my ears. If I donât leave now, Iâm going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. âSheâll take hers to go then,â Hudson says, rising from our sofa. He follows Chase back to the coffee counter to grab our drinks. I start to pack up my bag so I can grab the next train, when I notice Hudsonâs phone vibrating on the table. When the number disappears, his home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As Iâm staring at the picture, the phone rings againâthe same number. Must be important. I grab the phone and sling my bag over my shoulder, heading towards the coffee counter. But thereâs no one here. I look around, confused. I definitely just saw Chase and Hudson head this way⊠Thereâs a noise from the back room, a strange and muffled thump and a moan. I take two steps forward and peek around the door. Maybe they bothâ Oh my god. Not two feet from me, my boyfriend presses Chase up against the wall of the storage room. One fist is wrapped in the fabric of Chaseâs shirt, the other down Chaseâs pants. Heâs kissing him passionately, hungrily. Chaseâs eyes are closed, his hands fumbling at the button and zipper of Hudsonâs pantsâwhispering my boyfriendâs name. My heart stops for a few seconds as I stare at the scene in front of me. Then, rage takes overâmasking the hurt starting to unfurl in my chest. âAre you kidding me!?â Iâm not even thinking as I chuck the phone at Hudson and his lover. The guys jump, leaping apart. âBrooklynâ Iââ Hudsonâs face is full of shock. Tears in my eyes, I run from the room and from the coffee shop. âBrooklyn!â Hudson spills out onto the street behind me. âYou donât understand!â He grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. If ever I forgot he was a male wolf more powerful than me, Iâm reminded of his strength now. âI really like you,â he says, his eyes filled with apology. âYouâre amazing⊠Itâs just that my family wouldnât understand, wouldnât approveââ He scrubs a hand over his face. âYou know how some wolves are about this kind of thing. How some packs are. ThisâŠme and Chase⊠Itâs complicated.â âSo, what? You just want me to be your pretend girlfriend!?â I rip my arm from his hand. âNot interested.â âPlease. I can make this right! How much do you want? One million? Three million?â He pulls out his phone, and I see him tap on a banking app. âI donât want your money.â Hudson blinks in confusion, and I turn away. âIâll keep your secret, and you donât need to pay me off. I just donât want to see you again.â Just like that, my possible fairy tale with Prince Charming was over. I hurry down the street, my eyes filling with angry tears. My wolf, Lena, is struggling to take over. She wants to go back and tear Hudson to shreds. His bodyguard would probably keep that from happening, though. But a girl can dream. I manage to make it on the train in time, sinking onto the bench and closing my eyes. My head falls back to rest against the window, and I take deep, calming breaths to re-center myself. Today couldnât have gone any worse. No wonder Iâm still a virginâŠmy instincts were so off that Iâve been dating a gay man. Nope. Not gonna wallow. Lena chuffs in agreement. *** Two hours later, Iâm seated at a plastic table in a cinder-block cell, my hands are resting on my paperwork in front of me, and my hair is tied back in what I hope is a professional look. My leg jitters with nerves. I need to shift, to run off this excess energy, these raging emotions. But I straighten up in my seat, taking a deep breath. I have to concentrate on my job now, and Iâm incredibly tense about my next assignment. Iâve only been assigned basic white-collar criminals thus far. Some human, some wolf, none of them dangerous. But today I have to make an assessment of Aden Kenwood. Heâs not just a formidable wolf; heâs a mafia king, too. His unmatched cruelty and the unbelievable lengths heâll go to in order to protect his power are infamous in Grayling City. As a psychology grad student working on my real-life work assignments here at the prison, they typically assign me all of the easy psych evals. But the guy who handles the werewolf inmate evals is out today, and everyone else on staff is human. The last thing they are going to do is put a human in the room with such a notorious and dangerous wolf shifter. SoâŠIâm up to bat. And the incident with Hudson? Not helping my nerves one bit. The hallway door clangs open, and I quickly stand, pulling down on the hem of my blazer to straighten it. This is by far the most nervous Iâve been since I started this gig. The guards bring Kenwood around the corner, and Iâm surprised. Iâm not sure exactly what I was expecting, but I wasnât expecting this. He looks nothing like what I could have ever pictured. This man is muscular and tall, moving with a kind of dangerous grace. My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his orange prison uniform, the way that the guards flinch a little as they unlock the silver cuffs on his wrists. This is one powerful wolf shifter. No doubt about it. I can see why everyone fears him. His mere presence ignites something in me Iâve never felt before, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to quell the rush of desire between my legs. I stifle a gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwoodâs face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes⊠Oh goddess. Is this what a she-wolfâs heat feels like? I gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwoodâs face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes⊠Oh my god. Iâve seen this man before. I saw him todayâon my boyfriendâs phone. And Iâve seen a younger version of him etched in the features of my boyfriendâs face. Hudson isnât just some rich kid. Heâs the son of the mafia king. Aden I follow the guards to a cinder-block cell at the end of the hallway, noting that my lawyer is standing outside the door. He rolls his eyes at me and points at his watch, indicating that heâll have me out of here in no time. I nod, then focus my attention on the door. Iâm surprised to see a girl. No, not a girl. A young womanâtwenty-three, at the most. She stands up, clearly anxious, biting her lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly, as she takes me in. God dammit. My body tenses at the sight of herâthose long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears so people like me will take her seriously. If my wrists werenât bound in silver, my canines would be dropping right now, my wolf anxious for a taste of her. I can tell from a single glance that sheâs pure as the driven snowâambitious but poor, eager to prove herself. My eyes rove over her⊠What would she look like if I ripped that unflattering blazer off her? I focus again on those red lips, slightly parted. My breath hisses from my mouth at the sight of those lips, at the thought of what I could do with themâof what I could make them do to me. Thereâs a low rumble in my chest as I hold back my growl, and my pants tighten as I get hard. âUm,â she says, hesitant. I snap my attention back to her jewel-blue eyes. âMy name is Brooklyn Knox? Iâm here to do your preliminary interview for state psychological assessment?â I grit my teeth, denying the urge to smile slowly at the fact that her statements are presented as questions. God, sheâs perfect, this little angel. The feral, leashed part of me wants to know what sheâd look like with a little bit of the underworldâs grime smeared all over her. I want to ruin her, put her on her knees for me. I want to own her in every way imaginable, destroy her for any other man. They donât call me a monster for nothing. âHello, Brooklyn,â I say, my voice low and hungry as I move forward and settle into the chair across from her. âWhere do we begin?âBrooklyn I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from Aden. Heâs all feral wolf, and instead of feeling like the strong she-wolf I am, I feel like a doe waiting to feel his teeth sink into my neck for the kill. His wolf flares in his eyes as he stares at me, almost as if he could leap across the table at any moment and gobble me up. Images flash through my mind of my skirt hiked up around my waist while Aden Kenwood buries his face between my thighs, literally gobbling me up⊠I give myself a mental shake. Nope. This is Hudsonâs fatherâmafia king, powerful shifter, and bad, bad news. Thatâs why Hudson has a bodyguard, thatâs why he has so much money. I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Kenwood, realizing that this is also why Hudson is hiding his sexuality. Many of the powerful wolf packs and crimes families in Grayling City are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted in some packsâespecially a son that is expected to provide an heir. I canât imagine being HudsonâŠhaving to hide who I loved, pretending to love someone else. Pulling myself back to the here and now, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights. My bodyâs response to him, thinking about his head buried between my legsâŠthereâs no way he doesnât smell how turned on I am. I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain. No matter how much of a traitor my wolf and my body are right now. There is NO way Iâm feeling my heat for this man. Not at all. âSo.â I turn back to my papers, nervously swallowing. Youâve done this a thousand times, Brooklyn! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! âCan you please state your name and place of birth?â I ask, trying to regain control of the assessment. âI believe,â Kenwood says slowly, âthat youâre already aware of my history.â He leans back, studying me. I lift my eyes to glare at his boldnessâheâs so rude. But, unfortunately, heâs right. Everyone in Grayling City knows this information. I quickly fill out the form. I glance up at him, struck once again by the grim, lethal quality to his face. Aden Kenwood is all jagged edges and rough shardsâŠand some dark part of me wants to cut my teeth on them. I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that theyâre Adenâs fingers⊠I quickly dismiss the thought and try to focus on what Iâm supposed to be doing. My wolf, Lena, whines at me, and I shush her. Iâm so off-kilter that I actually have to look down and read the words Iâd long ago memorized. âThe rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,â I say, giving the canned speech Iâm required to say to all inmates. âThe state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of the assessment. Do you understand?â Aden is silent in response, and I look up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. Heâs smirking at me, unblinking. âLittle girl,â he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, âwhat gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?â I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. âThe state has hired me to administer these examinationsââ âDo you have a degree?â he cuts in. âSome kind ofâŠcertificate?â The final word is heavy with derision. I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state that qualifies me for this position. âHere. If youâre so curious.â I reach across the table to hand it to him. A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table, careful not to let the silver binding his wrists touch my skin. It doesnât quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him. Iâm terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and thenâ Oh my goddessâ Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. âChamomile, lavender,â he murmurs, closing his eyes, taking in my scent. âSo fresh and cleanâŠuntainted by the scent of another wolf.â Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, âYou must be a virgin.â My lip trembles. His eyes eat me up, savoring the quiver of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes. I swear I feel his tongue flick over my pulse point, hear a low groan. âSo innocent, so pureâŠâ His grip tightens, and even confined by silver that should keep it from happening, his wolf flashes in his eyes. âTwo of my favorite things to destroy.â Brooklyn A guard flies through the door. âHands off!â he yells, but Aden has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm. âSorry,â he says, back to smirking, his eyes on me. âWonât happen again.â I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him. âAre you all right, miss?â the guard says, leaning forward to look me over. âIâm fine.â I rub my wrist with my other hand. Iâm not hurt, justâŠshocked? Turned on? Confused? I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. âWe willâŠwe will proceed.â I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. Failure isnât an option if I want to graduate. I give Kenwood a steady glare, raising my chin. Iâm tougher than he thinks I am. Picking up my pen again, Iâm grateful that my hands arenât shaking. âPlease,â I say, focusing again on the paper. âCan you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I seeââ âYour little skirt,â he says, grinning wolfishly at the fact that heâs riled me so easily, âis also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and that skirtâs the perfect length toââ âPlease, Mr. Kenwood,â I repeat, surprised to hear it come out with a little growl. âI demand your respect during this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously.â Kenwoodâs response is to laugh at me. âDarling,â he says, leaning forward again. âI couldnât take you seriously if I tried.â I blink at him, stunned, but it quickly turns to rage. I clench my fist, my knuckles almost white, working to keep Lenaâs temper at bay inside of me. The last place I can shift is here. Aden looks down at my fist and grins. âNow, now, Doc. No fair teasing. I like it a little rough.â âMr. Kenwood,â I bite out, âif you arenât interested in cooperating with me, Iâd rather not waste my time. Iâll just let the guard know youâre being combative.â I stand up with bravado I donât feel, and raise my hand, waving to the guard standing right outside the door. In a flash, Adenâs demeanor changes. Gone is the relaxed, playful wolf whoâs been teasing me. Instead of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes at knocking me off-kilter, all the sharp edges and darkness are back. I canât look away, overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare. Finally, I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floorâanywhere but at him. âYou looked away first.â He studies me. âDidnât your parents, your Alpha teach you not to show weakness? Not to take your eyes off the enemy? In the battlefield, youâd have died by my handâor my wolfâs teeth. Pitiful.â Riled, I raise my eyes to stare him down, determined not to look away first. âGood,â he laughs. âI like my girls with a little fight in them.â My face goes pale and red at once. Iâm enraged, mortified to have fallen for his trick. I know better! But alsoâgod dammitâI feel my nipples go hard under my blazer. His steely gaze moves to my chest, as if he knows it, the rumble of a growl in his chest deepening. I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can. Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole. âThis is finished.â I gather my papers as fast as I can, shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. Heâs laughing softly as I hurry. I take a breath, throw my shoulders back, and then give him what I hope is a withering glare as I move towards the door. I pound twice on the metal, and the guard lets me out. I donât look at Kenwood again as I start to leave. âOh, DocâŠâ his voice echoes behind me. My cheeks burn and I grit my teeth as I turn to hear his parting words. âIâll see you on the outside,â he says, giving me a dark smirk. âYou can count on it.â âNot if I have anything to say about it,â I whisper, my voice trembling as I storm out, the guard shutting the door behind me. My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as Iâm concerned, Iâll never see him again. And good riddance. However, when I return, I get on my laptop and open a search engine. My cheeks grow red for what feels like the millionth time today and I find myself typing âAden Kenwoodâ into the search bar. Iâm surprised by the results. The news channel that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia Kingâor just âthe Wolf Kingâ sometimes, to appeal to the human demographic and pearl-clutchers. They are always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites Iâm looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that heâs a great boss. Still another⊠God, is that Brad Pitt heâs shaking hands with in that photo? Scrolling farther down, there are reports and articles about packs wanting to form and make him their Alpha. It appears he always declines⊠I gather my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results, trying to match what Iâm seeing here with the man I met in the prison the other day. âWhatcha looking at?â my sister, Jolie flops onto the couch, grabbing the laptop out of my hands. âHey!â I squeal, snatching at it. âJolie, give it back!â âOooohhhh,â she says, scrolling through the photos of Aden. âNow this is a hottie who could light a little fire under me, for sure.â She nods appreciatively. âWho is this?â âAden Kenwood,â I say, hugging my knees to my chest. âI had to interview him at the prison the other day because the shifter who usually does it was out and I was their only other shifter. He wasâŠunnerving.â Jolie flicks her eyes to me, considering. âDid he scare you?â I shrug. âA little.â She narrows her eyes a bit, snapping the laptop shut. âOkay, thatâs it. Youâre coming out with me tonight, baby Brooklyn,â she says, sliding across the couch to give me a big hug. âYouâve had a hard time with your gay boyfriend and the scary Mafia King. Youâve got to have some fun!â I laugh, letting her wrap me up. âOkay, okay! Geeze, Iâll come.â Little did I know how much these separate aspects of my life would collide in just a few hours. *** The music pounds in the club and, I have to admit, Iâm really starting to have fun. Lena is even loosening up a little bit, and sheâs not as on edge as she has been the past few days. Though, she absolutely keeps throwing up images of Kenwood in my mind. Jolie dressed me tonight, which would usually make me uncomfortable, but for once, I let her take charge and decided to step out of my comfort zone and just go with it. What she calls a âdressâ is more a sheet of silver fabric that falls across my front and then wraps low around my hips. Itâs strapped together across my shoulders with a spiderweb of silver strings. Gotta give it up to that wolf shifter metabolismâŠIâm showing a lot of skin, but I know I look good. Despite spending the last couple of days drowning myself in Ben & Jerryâs. She also curled my long red hair into waves and gave me shadowy makeup and full red lips. Looking at myself in the clubâs mirrored walls, I feelâŠwell, I blush to admit it, but I feel really sexy. Itâs a strange feeling. Iâm not sure what I expected when Jolie took me to one of âherâ clubs, but this feels nothing like a strip club. In fact, so far every woman dancing on the stages is fully clothed. I look around from my spot in a round corner booth, curious as to where everything else happens. Jolie sits down next to me then, laughing. She waves goodbye to the man she had been talking with, then turns her attention to me. Her eyes are a little glazed. âYou having fun, baby Brooklyn?â She gives me a wide, inviting smile. I canât help but smile back. âYes,â I say, laughing. âThough Iâm curiousâŠwhere doesâŠall the othâ" Jolie stiffens next to me, and I stop talking. Lena scents fear. I follow Jolieâs gaze. Thereâs a man standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her. When I look, he starts to walk over. Jolie quickly jumps to her feet, reaching out her arms to wrap this big fat potato of a man in a hug. I grimace a littleâhe looks like he hasnât showered in a while. Smells a bit like it, too. Definitely human. âDavis!â she says, and I can tell her voice is falsely cheerful. âHow you been, gorgeous?â âJolie,â he says, wrapping his hands around her upper arms and pushing her way from him. âWeâve got to talk.â âHave you met my little sister, Brooklyn?â She gestures towards me with a big smile. âBrooklyn, this is Miguel Davis, an old friend. Heâs the manager of the club.â Davisâs eyes rove over me, taking in the generous portion of my thigh exposed by the little dress Iâm wearing. I wasnât uncomfortable before, but now I try to tug it down lower with my fist. Lena growls low inside me at this creep, but I have to keep her leashed. Weâre not allowed to shift at all in establishments where humans go. âUm, hello,â I say, hesitant. He takes Jolie by her elbow. âCome on. Weâre going to talk around back.â âOkay,â Jolie murmurs, suddenly serious. She leans down to whisper to me. âItâs just work stuff, donât worry. Plus, wolf versus human. I got this.â I give her a little smile and nod, even though Iâm not sure what her wolf can even do for her right now. Between the laws we have to follow and how glazed her eyes are fromâŠwhatever she took⊠Jolie follows Davis into the back. Theyâre gone for a long time. Anxiously, I run my hand over the underwire of my bra, feeling the tiny switchblade hidden there. The only possession my mother left to me in her will. I tucked it into my bra tonight, just in case. Without the ability to use my razor-sharp claws or my wolf, I like having it with me. I donât really know how to use it, but it calms me to know that itâs there. Half an hour more and the door opens. My stomach drops. Thereâs Davis, but whereâs my sister? Davisâs eyes catch on me as he starts to move farther out into the club. I see him mouth the word âshit,â and then he walks over to me. âJolieâs sister, right?â âYes. Where is she?â âShe got sick. Sheâs just throwing up, but sheâs a little green around the gills right now,â he says, gesturing towards his own neck. Alarm bells ring in my head. Wolf shifters donât just get âget sick.â I stand and turn towards the staff door, intending to go find my sister, but he stops me. âNo, listen,â he says. âShe wonât want you to see her like this. Come with me, Iâll take you someplace where you can wait more comfortably.â He pulls me forward. I follow him, confused and worried as he pulls me quickly across the club to a black door, pushing it open. The inside is barely litâa dark room with mirrors on the ceiling and tiny pinpricks of light coming up from the floor. A wide velvet bench wraps itself around the room with little black cocktail tables lined up in front of it. I blink, trying to let my eyes adjust, as Davis settles me into a little table by the door. âWait here for a bit,â Davis says, looking beyond me. âIâll have someone bring you a drink. Your sister will be fine soon.â Then, he walks away. Someone does bring me a drink, and I take a sip of it. But then I realize that itâs laced with something. My head starts to spin and I push it away from me. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room and realize that Iâm not alone in here. Bodies, mostly in couples, writhe together on the black velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some⊠Well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I realize what she is doing. I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door. As soon as I reach it, Davis comes back in. âWhoa whoa whoa!â he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him. âWhere you going, baby?â He rubs a hand up and down my arm. Instinctively, I jerk my arm away from him. Davis keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me. He presses up against me. Thereâs nowhere else to go. âYouâd better be a good girl for me,â Davis whispers, his hot breath on my face. âOr else your sisterâs gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, youâre going to work some of it off.â I want to push him away but somehow I lose all my strength now. Iâm scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth. âDo you mind?â The voice drawls from behind Davis. âThatâs my doctor youâre harassing there.â I feel Davisâs weight lift off me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, shocked. 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đOnly $0.99 for all booksđ | Iâm spreading legs for my father-in-law after I find my fiancĂ© cheat on me⊠This room screams money, and it's not like I'm poor; I'm just not stupidly rich. Jake isn't yet. Sure, his dad is, but Jake was told until he proves himself, he won't get a penny. Sure, he gets money from his dad every month to live on and such. Yet, nothing else. Even though I know that his dad essentially paid for this ring I am wearing, Jake doesn't work, which means he no doubt had to ask his dad for money for the ring. It's looking like Jake might be getting his inheritance. News of this engagement has made his father see him in a whole new wayânot just the engagement, but me, apparently. Dating me has made his son straighten his life out. I'm not sure how I helped. All I am doing is dating him. I didn't even know about his money until I met his dad, so it was a shock when Jake stopped at the house. They continued the conversation. His dad smiled at me and the ring. I'm still processing this. I mean, we've been dating for months, but dating and being engaged are two entirely different games. Jake's father is lovely, though. It's clear he wants the best for Jake but hates his stupidityâthat stupidness that I haven't really seen. I knew him before dating him, but not enough to know the real himâthe one his father said didn't deserve the money. His dad talks, laughing. I reply and feel Jakeâs hand sliding up my leg. My body tenses. Turning, I glare at him. His eyes spark with interest, and he pouts at me. Weâre sitting with his dad. âDid it go well then?â Alaric smiles at me from across the table. I nod and smile. âIt went amazing Mr Hendrix, I was surprised it went so well.â âRuby, please call me Alaric. You have been dating Jake for over a year. You donât need to be so formal.â His words are kind, and I nod. âAnyway, I will let you two kids have your fun and disappear. Enjoy your break. Jake, stay tonight; donât drive back so late, son.â I watch Alaric stand and leave. I turn to face Jake. Every time he tries to grope me under the table. âBabes, it was nothing. I didnât even get close to my goal.â He leans forward, his lips finding mine. âEven so, we were sat with your dad!â I donât feel comfortable doing that. Not when we're in company. âBabes, stop sulking. Letâs get to bed.â He pulls me up, and I follow him. Itâs been ages since I slept here. We usually stay at the dorms, but we came late today to tell his dad weâre engaged. When I walk into his room, I smileâitâs exactly how I remember it. Jake wraps his arms around me as he removes my clothes, slowly teasing me with his mouth. Shaking my head, I step back. âNot here, Jake. Your dad is in the next room.â That is just awkward. He sighs and climbs into bed. âYou know, you worry too much when it comes to sax. Loosen up, babes!â His words shock me, and he laughs. âForget it. Sleep.â He rolls over. Maybe I do need to loosen up? Yet, I canât feel comfortable with him entering me so close to his dad. Waking, I walk down. Alaric turns and smiles at me. âMorning Ruby, Coffee?â Nodding, I smile. âPlease, Alaric. I didnât sleep too well.â My sentence ends with a yawn as if to try and confirm my words are true. âIs my son keeping you awake?â He smiles at me. âNot exactly. My mind wouldnât quieten down.â I kept repeating Jakeâs words over and over. âAh, well, hopefully you will sleep better tonight when youâre back home.â I nod at him and watch as Jake walks down. âWe best leave. Long drive ahead of us.â Jake grabs his jacket. âOkay, call in more often, both of you!â Alaric hugs me. âItâs nice to see you again, Ruby.â We say goodbye and leave. The drive back is quiet. I wonder if his mind is on last night. To him, it was nothing. Sure, the table hid us, but his dad was still right there. It also isn't like his hand was at my kneeâit ended up between my thighs. I feel like he's in a mood because I refused to let him enter me. Maybe it is just me, and I do worry too much. Maybe others wouldn't have an issue with it, and it is me? Walking through the door, he grabs me. His kiss becomes forceful as I walk backwards into the bedroom. His hands pull my clothes off as we make our way to my room. My body falls back onto the bed, his lips on mine as he climbs onto me. "We need to be quick babes. I'm late." He pushes his trousers down and thrusts into me. His hips speed up instantly. My moans get louder as I grab him and hear him groaning in pleasure as he thrusts a final time before moving off me. I watch as he gets dressed and walks out of the room. Not even a kiss goodbye. I don't get this. People always rave about sax and talk about how amazing it is. For me, it's just meh. It's something I know I could live without. It's nothing that epic or amazing. If anything, it's boring. 6 Months Later Sitting, I laugh. The slight feeling of being tipsy makes me happy. "He's a grumpy nut!" Bex pushes me so hard that I almost fall off the stool. "Maybe, but he's my grumpy nut!" I laugh and stand, and she pouts at me, sulking. "I'm going. I want to be with Jake when the new year begins. He wasn't feeling great." Hugging her, I walk home. "Ruby, Ruby, Ruby!" I groan and stop at the door turning Ivy dances to me. "I'm glad you're here! I lost my keys." Laughing at her, I unlock the door. "You didn't lose them, Ivy. You never do. They are always inside where you left them." I walk in and go to the side, picking up the keys. I rattle them at her. "See." Laughing, she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I grab a drink and go upstairs, my head shaking at the fact she forgot her keys again. I had told her just before we left, get your keys. Laughing, I push the door open and freeze. "Jake!" I stand shocked and sickened. He turns slightly and looks at me. "Is this her?" The woman who is without clothes and currently wrapped around him laughs, and Jake chuckles. "Get out!" Screaming, I throw my bag at him. "Calm it, Ruby!" Jake screams at me. I watch the woman grab her clothes and rush out. "How could you?" Screaming, I take off a shoe and throw it at him. "Because you're boring! God, woman, you're soo stiff." His words are screamed into my face as he laughs. "You were a means to an end, I wanted my inheritance, and you helped me to get it!" My body freezes. "Did you ever actually like me?" Was this all a way to get the money? "Yes! Then I got bored, but I could see my dad thought this was the real deal. He seemed to think you were fixing me, so I played for a bit until he signed my money over. You can't complain; you got to date and sleep with me. Someone every woman wants." My hand swings, and I punch him. "Screw you!" I fight back the tears and push him away from me. "No thanks, there's more action in a board game. Want some advice? Stop being a prude." He turns and storms out. My body falls to the floor. Over a year he used me for over a year to get money? "Ruby." Turning, I look at Ivy and fight back the tears. "He's the sort who will die alone. With money, but no woman will be there." She moves and hugs me. "God, I'm a fool! What's wrong with me?" Sitting, I cry, and her arms stay wrapped around me, trying to comfort me. Chapter 2 The List It's been a month since I saw Jake with that woman. I spend it hiding away. Other than studying, I don't leave. I know everyone is talking. Jake's latest bit I caught him with has made it known why he walked. Everyone knows, and everyone is talking about me like I'm a nun. "Do something!" Bex shouts at me. "Like what?" Nothing I do will bring Jake back. "Prove the guy wrong, get people talking about you and how much you do. Write a sax list." I laugh at her words. "What is a sax list?" Rolling her eyes at me, she laughs. "It's a list of things you need to do or try. It revolves mostly around sax. Things like visiting a sax shop, having a one-night stand, and making a sax video. There are loads. Prove you're not what he says." She turns and walks out. It could be fun, and right now, I have nothing to loseânot when everyone says I'm a nun. I grab a pen and notebook and sit. My eyes look over the blank paper. My mind comes up blank as I sit and consider. Visit a sax shop Watch a video Use a toy Kiss a random guy Kiss a woman Take pole dancing lessons Do a saxy photoshoot Dance at an adult club Buy saxy lingerie Have a night with three Visit a special club I keep going, and by the time I'm finished, the list is two pages long. Looking through it, I decided now that I should get started. I need to do something. Grabbing the laptop, I open it and load up a special site. This seems like a good starting place. This is out of my element. Scrolling through, I stop at a video. I watch it, and shaking my head, I quickly close that video. That was too much too soon. Clicking on another, I begin watching it. I'm astoundedâshe looks like she's enjoying it a lot. So why don't I feel pleasure like that? I lose myself in the video, soon finding myself watching more after it, and the night disappears. Some of the videos do really make me feel like a prude. Today has gone quickly. Class has ended, and I'm determined to cross another item off the list. Parking the car, I walk to the shop. Standing outside, I look at the store. Sucking in a breath, I push the door open and walk in. I begin to look around. My hand trails over the leather lingerie. Picking up a set, I carry it with me as I continue to look through the lingerie and make my way towards the sax toys. I stop at them and glance around. Now what? My hand reaches out blindly and grabs three different ones. I've no idea what they are, but I'm not about to read the boxes in the shop. Walking towards the till to pay, I stop. My eyes see the items. I grab a pair of handcuffs and a flogger and continue to the till. I place the items down. I watch as she picks each item up and scans them all before I pay, and she hands me the bag. Getting into the car, I laugh. I did it. What did I buy? I laugh, knowing that maybe I should have done research before. When I get home, I place the items in the drawer next to my bed. They are items I have to use. Otherwise, why visit a shop and buy them? "We're going out!" Bex and Ivy burst into my room. "Oh my God!" Bex runs over and pulls the items out. "You made a list!" She squeals and hugs me. "Okay, calm down. Anyway, I'm not going out." He will be there with her. "Yes, you really are! Don't let him push you into hiding. That confirms his words. It's been a month. Get on a beautiful dress, now." Ivy drags me up from the bed. "Fine!" Walking over, I look through the clothes. "No! You're wearing this." Bex holds out a dress, and my eyes widen. "Is that even legal?" I stare at it; it's short, and most of it is see-through. "Very, get it on. Look, you don't want him back. Screw him, not literally, as that's not allowed! Show him what he's missing. You might be a prude, but he can't enter you for good." I laugh at her words. "What? I've heard you two. He doesn't hit the spot. Come on." Ivy bounces around me. "Okay, give me ten minutes." I grab the dress and go to the bathroom to get ready. Walking out, they are waiting. "Oh yeah, he never saw you in anything like this. Make him bleed." I laugh at Bex. "That's if he's there, we're going to Rainbow Horse." That's a gay bar. Jake does go there, not often, but still, there's a chance he is there, which makes me want to refuse. The bar is full; Bex and Ivy have pretty much been pouring the shots down my throat. I won't complain, though, as I'm laughing and enjoying the night. Standing on the dance floor with them, my body moves to the music. I'm glad I decided to come out. They were right I do feel better already. My body stops when I see him and her together. They are staring towards me and laughing. "Don't. You do not let him and that evil excuse of a woman run you out and stop having fun. Turn your back to them and dance." Bex pulls me so I'm no longer facing them. It wouldn't be as bad if he wasn't talking about me and saying something. I see Oliver dancing, and I smile toward him. "While dancing, move me closer to Oliver." This will stop Jake from staring at me. Bex and Ivy nod but look at me, confused. We dance, and as we do, they keep moving toward him. Dancing beside him, he notices me and glances down. "Ruby, didn't expect to see you out tonight." He smiles slightly and stops dancing. "Am I not allowed to have fun like the rest of you?" He chuckles at my words. "I didn't think you 'did' fun." "Because Jake said so, right?" He nods, and I continue to dance. "Indulge me, won't you Oliver and go along with me?" He peers at me, confused. His eyes stay fixed on mine, am I really about to do this? Doubt creeps in, and I feel someone push me forward, my lips pressing against his. The feel of his hand slipping around my waist makes me smile as I continue to kiss Jake's best friend. His hands hold me closer as I finally break away from the kiss. "What was that?" He stares at me. "Oh, just some fun. Thanks for letting me borrow your mouth for a few seconds." Turning, I walk towards Bex and Ivy. "Erm." Bex laughs. "I gave you a nudge but didn't think you would actually stick your tongue in his mouth." "It worked, Jake is pissed." Ivy laughs, and I glance over, seeing him glaring at me. I give a little wave and turn away from him. "You realise you never do that, right? The whole kissing someone, random people. You date, that's it." Ivy continues to laugh. "I changed my mind; dating got me nowhere. I might test-ride all his friends." They both laugh, but I'm being serious. We stay for a short while longer before making our way home. Getting in, I walk into my room and stop. "What are you doing here?" I stare at Jake. "I left my watch. I was just getting it." He holds it up. Laughing, my head shakes. "You had it on tonight. Why are you here in my room?" I stare at him as he stays sitting on the bed, his eyes falling to the items on the bed. I forgot Bex had pulled them out of the drawer. "Why do you have these?" He picks up the handcuffs. "Jake, you need to leave." Why is he here? "Look, you wanted my attention, and you got it. It was a good idea to use Oliver. I'm here, so let's have fun." I laugh. "Come on, Ruby. You wanted to play, so let's play." "Jake, I wanted to play with Oliver, not you. I did play with him. Now leave." He sits, shocked. "You're joking." "No, get out of my room!" My words are screamed, and I see Bex appear at the door. "Fine." His words are almost growled as he storms out. Bex laughs before leaving. What was I ever doing with that guy? Chapter 3 Lessons The week has passed by quickly; I get lost in studying. I've signed up for dancing lessons, though. Two nights a week, I will do pole dancing, and another two nights a week, I will practice lap dances. I have to admit I had fun with Bex and Ivy that night once I let go of my fears. Pulling on the boots, I stand, and Bex walks in, her eyes widening. "Why are you wearing those heels?" I laugh at her words. "I'm serious. Are you going out?" "I'm doing pole dancing lessons. It's the first one tonight. I figured I would wear heels and learn while wearing them." "I'm coming!" she runs out of the room. I laugh, walk to her room, and watch her get ready. "I always wanted to learn, so I'm coming. Why pole dancing?" She turns and looks at me as she fastens her shoes. "I have a slot in a few weeks dancing in a club." Her hands stop, and she looks at me. "Yes, I'm being serious." I laugh and watch her fasten her shoe. "You're going to dance in a club?" "Yes, I visited this week. It looked amazing. The women looked happy. It's a thrill, so yes, I am going to be dancing half-bare on a pole." "I think I need to make a list for myself! It sounds like you're having all the fun," she says, laughing, and we leave together. Getting to the building, we go in, and to be fair, it's harder than it looked. Still, I slowly get the hang of it and begin to enjoy myself. While I am, Bex is falling over and laughing. I honestly think she might be drunk. Walking over, I pick her up off the floor. "Sorry, but I can't do it. My body is like... no way...keep our feet on the ground." She laughs, and I nod. "You were doing well, though." Her grin widens, and we begin to leave. "Thanks; by any chance, do you know Boudoir Bunny?" She stops mid-step and turns to me. "Yes, why are you asking?" "Because I plan to visit tomorrow night." Her mouth falls open. "Do you know what it is?" She looks at me now. "I do. I read up on it, checked it out online, and spoke to someone else who goes there. I'm not planning to do anything there; I just want to go and see what it's like." "To see what it's like? It's a bandage club, like a full-on sax club. With private rooms and something else." She laughs, and I nod. "Which, you know, and you're still going?" "I'm not going in the rooms. I will be staying in the communal areas." "Can I join you?" I laugh slightly. "You were just looking at me like I'm crazy, Bex." "Yeah, but I still want to go. I've always wanted to, but I'm not about to walk into a sax club all on my own." I laugh and nod. "Then come with me. Do you have a suitable outfit?" She can't go in her usual clothes. "Not for that place, so let's go shopping." We leave together, and I go to the shop. This is twice now I've been in a sax shop. I look through the different outfits, a lot are leather, PVC or rubber. Grabbing the mask, I smile. "You're going to be a kitty?" Bex looks at me. "Yes!" I hold up the outfit, which is actually more like lingerie. She laughs and holds up her outfit. She has a bunny mask. "I have the perfect pair of shoes as well to go with it." Paying, we leave and go home. Standing in the room, I begin to go through everything. I can't find my shoes! "Bex! Ivy!" I watch them walk in. "Please say you have seen my black shoes, the ones with a metal heel." I need those; they will go with the outfit. "You had them on when you last visited Jake's dad." Ivy smiles at me. "No way!" "Just wear something else." Ivy smiles at me. "No! I had the outfit planned in my mind. I need those shoes." "Then ask Jake to get them." Sighing, I reach for my phone. I need the stuff I left at your dad's from when I stayed, please, like now, if possible. I hit send on the message and sat on the bed. I began to look through my phone. The dating app is relatively hilarious; some of the chat-up lines have me laughing. My phone vibrates, and I see Jake's name. Hitting the message, it shows up. It's your stuff. Get it yourself, or just leave it there for when I next go down with whoever I'm dating. I'm sure they will appreciate it. Screaming, I throw the things off my bed, and Bex walks in with Ivy. "Well?" "I've to get it myself or leave it there for his next woman to use." Their eyes widen. "I would say leave it, buy new, but that's awuful. Go get it." Bex smiles at me. "That means leaving early. The club is two hours away, so I need to go in the morning, get there, get my stuff, drive back, get ready, and then leave again." Maybe I should just wear different shoes. "Then don't wear those shoes." Bex shrugs, but I had it planned in my mind and I hate now following through. "No, I'm getting my stuff on the off chance he takes a woman there before I do, and she wears it." They nod and leave. Lying down, I fall asleep. Stopping outside the house, I hit the button and waited; I slept in. So I had to get ready for tonight and wear the outfit under my dress. "Yes?" I turn to the intercom. He will be working, but I know where the spare key is. "Hi, Alaric, it's Ruby. If possible, I need to grab the things that I left here." "You don't need to ask." The intercom turns off, and the gates open. Driving in, I get out and walk up the steps. I stop noticing that the pot has moved. Turning, I see it. Leaning over, I lift it and look for the key; it's not here. "Ahm." I stand and turn, Alaric is stating right where my hip was bent over. "Sorry, I thought you would be at work. I was going to let myself in." Maybe I should have knocked first. "No worries. Can I get you a drink?" He walks in, and I follow. "Erm..." He's smiling at me, he doesn't know. "Is everything okay?" He grabs a glass, and I nod. "Drink?" I nod at him, I thought Jake would have told him this was over? Now I feel more awkward than before, knowing I have to tell him. He holds out the glass, and I take it. "Thanks, Aleric." "You're welcome. Why isn't Jake here?" I lick my lip. Panic builds within me, but I bite it back. "Ruby? Where the fuck is your ring?" "We're over, I'm sorry I thought he would have told you. I wouldn't have come if I knew he hadn't. I just need my things." "What do you mean it's over? What happened?" Fighting back tears, my head shakes. "It doesn't matter." "It does. You're almost crying. What happened?" He stands waiting. "I found him with some other woman in my room." He stills at my words. "He used me to convince you he had settled down so you would give him the money." "He proposed though." "To make it more real," his eyes widen. "Can I use the bathroom, please?" I need to avoid his questions. "Ruby, you don't need to ask, but when you're done, we'll talk about this." I nod, quickly throw my bag on the side, and rush through. As I entered the bathroom, I locked the door. I thought he would have known. I never expected to get here and have to tell him about his own son's recklessness and dirty behaviour. Apparently, though, I have to. Jake is hiding the fact that we split, which makes no sense at all. Why hide it? Chapter 4 His Disapproval As I walk back through, he stands waiting. I go to walk around the unit, and he stops me. "What is going on? You're not telling me everything. You're avoiding talking to me. Why?" "There's nothing to tell. I found him with another woman." "And..." He stands waiting. "And we split up." I shrug. "Talk me through what happened and what he said." He looks at me, waiting. "New years, I went back early to spend it with him, I found him in my room with a woman. I screamed at him, the woman asked if I was her, and laughed." His eyes widen. "I told them to get out, he told me to calm it and I asked how he could it to me. He called me boring but explained he could see that you were falling for the fact he was with me, so he played for a bit until he got the money." He doesn't reply; he just stands shocked. "Then he told me I should be happy, I got to sleep and date him. Someone with money that every woman wants. I hit him, and he said there was more action in a board game." Now he knows I can get my stuff and leave. "Ruby, I'm sorry." He stares at me. "This is my fault. He was going from woman to woman, partying and blowing money on nothing. You started dating him, and he seemed to settle slightly. I mentioned the money; I didn't think he would use you just to get the money." "It's not your fault. You know now, but I need to get my things." I turn, and he stops me. "Don't you listen to him, to his words. What he said is wrong, he was cruel, and I'm sorry." I shrug but don't reply. "Ruby, why are you listening to his words and letting that change you?" "I'm not." My words are quiet, and his head tilts. "Okay, maybe I am. Something must make him think that, so somewhere inside, I'm boring. I'm not sure if it's a fact I wouldn't let him grope me under the table while you were here or that fact I refused to let him enter me here with you in the other room that made him see me as boring, or maybe it's because I really am!" His body stills as I shout. There has to be some truth to his words. "I wouldn't have believed him so much if he didn't tell others, and then those people start saying nonsense. Everyone knows, he told everyone." I can't go into class without people staring at me and talking. "Ruby, come here." I look at him and shake my head. His hand grips mine, and he pulls me in front of him. He turns me so my back is against him. "What is this?" He taps the side, and I glance down. Oh, my list. I go to say I don't know when he speaks. "It fell out of your bag. You threw it down with that much force." He chuckles and waits. "It was something to help me experience more, stop being a prude, and prove everyone wrong." He sighs and grabs a pen, placing it next to the paper. His hands grip the counter next to me. "Pick up the pen," he says, his breath washes over my neck. Reaching down, I get it. "Cross off number eight." "W-what?" "Cross of number eight. The list is a good idea, but number eight is a risk. Not only that, but you're not selling your body. You gain nothing from it." "I want to." It will help. It's different. "No, you don't. Women dance there for money, and many are tortured behind the scenes. If you want a list, fine, but make it safe. Cross it out." Nodding, I cross out the dancing in an adult club. "Number ten, cross it out." "Why?" What is wrong with a three ? "You don't even have a partner, so you're planning to have a three with two strangers? That's putting yourself at risk. Remove it." Nodding, I cross it out. "Number fifteen as well." "People do it all the time." What is wrong with a one-night stand? "You didn't have them for a reason. Because you know you're worth more than a night, don't forget your values and morals. Remove it." Biting my lips, I scratch it out. "Also, number sixteen. Before you ask, that's safer and better if you have a partner, not a random guy." I cross out the sax in public. "Number nineteen." "What?" What is wrong with trying bandage during sax? "You don't have a partner. Are you really going to let a stranger, a one-night stand, tie you up? You're putting yourself at risk." I didn't consider that. Maybe there is a lot on here that shouldn't be, as I can't do it alone or with a total stranger I don't trust. I cross it out, move down the list, and begin crossing off some other things. "Good girl," he whispers into my ear. I relax, putting down the pen. He was right; some of them are putting me at risk. "Now, let's talk about the last few." He turns over the paper. "Explain why you would have that on a list?" "Erm..." I swallow hard. "Ruby, why would you have those on the list when it's a list of things you hadn't done or ever tried?" I bite my lip, and he keeps me encased between his body and the kitchen island. "My parents were very religious and strict. Anyone before Jake was fun, and well, those are still things I haven't done or experienced." I feel his body turn to ice, his hand grips my chin, and he turns my head to see me. "Are you joking?" I try and shake my head but fail. "Ruby, for years, you were dating and sleeping. Are you telling me you've never reach high, and he never enter you with his mouth?" His words cause my body to shake, and my head moves from side to side. "I never really enjoyed sax," it's the truth, which is why I was happy to quickly say no when Jake tried for sax. "I want to fix the last two issues on your list." My body shakes and explodes with pleasure. God... "You should tell me no, Ruby, you're young enough to be my daughter." "I..." I want to tell him no, but just the way he's stood has my body wanting him. It's something I've never felt before. He's waiting for my answer, he's right, I am young enough to be his daughter. I also know if I walk out and say no to him, I might just regret it. "Maybe because you're old enough to be, I should call you Daddy?" He spins me to face him, and his hand slides along my leg. "Remove them." His finger strokes omy sax over my underwear. Crap, I didn't consider that. I'm wearing a one-piece leather corset. "I said remove them. I can't do it while you're covered." Nodding, I lift the dress, and his eyes widen. He swears under his breath. "Ruby, why did you come here wearing this?" He stands waiting. "I'm going out after. I wouldn't have time to go back and change. I needed the shoes to go with it." My words are quiet. "In this? Turn." I turn so my back is against him, and he swears louder. His hands grasp against the globe of my hips. "Your whole hip is on show. And you're wearing it out?" I nod at his words. "It's appropriate for where I'm going." Very appropriate. "Take it off." Nodding at his words, I unclick it around my neck. Moving and pushing it down my body until it falls to the floor. I stay facing away from him, but I can feel his eyes burning through my body. We don't move or speak. I don't want to speak. I don't want to consider this too much. There's a chance if I do, or even if he does, we will stop and realise how crazy it is. His hands stroke down my sides, causing my body to quake. Stopping at my hips, he turns me before lifting me onto the kitchen side. "Say no, Ruby." His eyes go from mine down my body. I push my legs wider. 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Click to read all chapters | Iâm spreading legs for my father-in-law after I find my fiancĂ© cheat on me⊠--- This room screams money, and it's not like I'm poor; I'm just not stupidly rich. Jake isn't yet. Sure, his dad is, but Jake was told until he proves himself, he won't get a penny. Sure, he gets money from his dad every month to live on and such. Yet, nothing else. Even though I know that his dad essentially paid for this ring I am wearing, Jake doesn't work, which means he no doubt had to ask his dad for money for the ring. It's looking like Jake might be getting his inheritance. News of this engagement has made his father see him in a whole new wayânot just the engagement, but me, apparently. Dating me has made his son straighten his life out. I'm not sure how I helped. All I am doing is dating him. I didn't even know about his money until I met his dad, so it was a shock when Jake stopped at the house. They continued the conversation. His dad smiled at me and the ring. I'm still processing this. I mean, we've been dating for months, but dating and being engaged are two entirely different games. Jake's father is lovely, though. It's clear he wants the best for Jake but hates his stupidityâthat stupidness that I haven't really seen. I knew him before dating him, but not enough to know the real himâthe one his father said didn't deserve the money. His dad talks, laughing. I reply and feel Jakeâs hand sliding up my leg. My body tenses. Turning, I glare at him. His eyes spark with interest, and he pouts at me. Weâre sitting with his dad. âDid it go well then?â Alaric smiles at me from across the table. I nod and smile. âIt went amazing Mr Hendrix, I was surprised it went so well.â âRuby, please call me Alaric. You have been dating Jake for over a year. You donât need to be so formal.â His words are kind, and I nod. âAnyway, I will let you two kids have your fun and disappear. Enjoy your break. Jake, stay tonight; donât drive back so late, son.â I watch Alaric stand and leave. I turn to face Jake. Every time he tries to grope me under the table. âBabes, it was nothing. I didnât even get close to my goal.â He leans forward, his lips finding mine. âEven so, we were sat with your dad!â I donât feel comfortable doing that. Not when we're in company. âBabes, stop sulking. Letâs get to bed.â He pulls me up, and I follow him. Itâs been ages since I slept here. We usually stay at the dorms, but we came late today to tell his dad weâre engaged. When I walk into his room, I smileâitâs exactly how I remember it. Jake wraps his arms around me as he removes my clothes, slowly teasing me with his mouth. Shaking my head, I step back. âNot here, Jake. Your dad is in the next room.â That is just awkward. He sighs and climbs into bed. âYou know, you worry too much when it comes to sax. Loosen up, babes!â His words shock me, and he laughs. âForget it. Sleep.â He rolls over. Maybe I do need to loosen up? Yet, I canât feel comfortable with him entering me so close to his dad. Waking, I walk down. Alaric turns and smiles at me. âMorning Ruby, Coffee?â Nodding, I smile. âPlease, Alaric. I didnât sleep too well.â My sentence ends with a yawn as if to try and confirm my words are true. âIs my son keeping you awake?â He smiles at me. âNot exactly. My mind wouldnât quieten down.â I kept repeating Jakeâs words over and over. âAh, well, hopefully you will sleep better tonight when youâre back home.â I nod at him and watch as Jake walks down. âWe best leave. Long drive ahead of us.â Jake grabs his jacket. âOkay, call in more often, both of you!â Alaric hugs me. âItâs nice to see you again, Ruby.â We say goodbye and leave. The drive back is quiet. I wonder if his mind is on last night. To him, it was nothing. Sure, the table hid us, but his dad was still right there. It also isn't like his hand was at my kneeâit ended up between my thighs. I feel like he's in a mood because I refused to let him enter me. Maybe it is just me, and I do worry too much. Maybe others wouldn't have an issue with it, and it is me? Walking through the door, he grabs me. His kiss becomes forceful as I walk backwards into the bedroom. His hands pull my clothes off as we make our way to my room. My body falls back onto the bed, his lips on mine as he climbs onto me. "We need to be quick babes. I'm late." He pushes his trousers down and thrusts into me. His hips speed up instantly. My moans get louder as I grab him and hear him groaning in pleasure as he thrusts a final time before moving off me. I watch as he gets dressed and walks out of the room. Not even a kiss goodbye. I don't get this. People always rave about sax and talk about how amazing it is. For me, it's just meh. It's something I know I could live without. It's nothing that epic or amazing. If anything, it's boring. 6 Months Later Sitting, I laugh. The slight feeling of being tipsy makes me happy. "He's a grumpy nut!" Bex pushes me so hard that I almost fall off the stool. "Maybe, but he's my grumpy nut!" I laugh and stand, and she pouts at me, sulking. "I'm going. I want to be with Jake when the new year begins. He wasn't feeling great." Hugging her, I walk home. "Ruby, Ruby, Ruby!" I groan and stop at the door turning Ivy dances to me. "I'm glad you're here! I lost my keys." Laughing at her, I unlock the door. "You didn't lose them, Ivy. You never do. They are always inside where you left them." I walk in and go to the side, picking up the keys. I rattle them at her. "See." Laughing, she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I grab a drink and go upstairs, my head shaking at the fact she forgot her keys again. I had told her just before we left, get your keys. Laughing, I push the door open and freeze. "Jake!" I stand shocked and sickened. He turns slightly and looks at me. "Is this her?" The woman who is without clothes and currently wrapped around him laughs, and Jake chuckles. "Get out!" Screaming, I throw my bag at him. "Calm it, Ruby!" Jake screams at me. I watch the woman grab her clothes and rush out. "How could you?" Screaming, I take off a shoe and throw it at him. "Because you're boring! God, woman, you're soo stiff." His words are screamed into my face as he laughs. "You were a means to an end, I wanted my inheritance, and you helped me to get it!" My body freezes. "Did you ever actually like me?" Was this all a way to get the money? "Yes! Then I got bored, but I could see my dad thought this was the real deal. He seemed to think you were fixing me, so I played for a bit until he signed my money over. You can't complain; you got to date and sleep with me. Someone every woman wants." My hand swings, and I punch him. "Screw you!" I fight back the tears and push him away from me. "No thanks, there's more action in a board game. Want some advice? Stop being a prude." He turns and storms out. My body falls to the floor. Over a year he used me for over a year to get money? "Ruby." Turning, I look at Ivy and fight back the tears. "He's the sort who will die alone. With money, but no woman will be there." She moves and hugs me. "God, I'm a fool! What's wrong with me?" Sitting, I cry, and her arms stay wrapped around me, trying to comfort me. Chapter 2 The List It's been a month since I saw Jake with that woman. I spend it hiding away. Other than studying, I don't leave. I know everyone is talking. Jake's latest bit I caught him with has made it known why he walked. Everyone knows, and everyone is talking about me like I'm a nun. "Do something!" Bex shouts at me. "Like what?" Nothing I do will bring Jake back. "Prove the guy wrong, get people talking about you and how much you do. Write a sax list." I laugh at her words. "What is a sax list?" Rolling her eyes at me, she laughs. "It's a list of things you need to do or try. It revolves mostly around sax. Things like visiting a sax shop, having a one-night stand, and making a sax video. There are loads. Prove you're not what he says." She turns and walks out. It could be fun, and right now, I have nothing to loseânot when everyone says I'm a nun. I grab a pen and notebook and sit. My eyes look over the blank paper. My mind comes up blank as I sit and consider. Visit a sax shop Watch a video Use a toy Kiss a random guy Kiss a woman Take pole dancing lessons Do a saxy photoshoot Dance at an adult club Buy saxy lingerie Have a night with three Visit a special club I keep going, and by the time I'm finished, the list is two pages long. Looking through it, I decided now that I should get started. I need to do something. Grabbing the laptop, I open it and load up a special site. This seems like a good starting place. This is out of my element. Scrolling through, I stop at a video. I watch it, and shaking my head, I quickly close that video. That was too much too soon. Clicking on another, I begin watching it. I'm astoundedâshe looks like she's enjoying it a lot. So why don't I feel pleasure like that? I lose myself in the video, soon finding myself watching more after it, and the night disappears. Some of the videos do really make me feel like a prude. Today has gone quickly. Class has ended, and I'm determined to cross another item off the list. Parking the car, I walk to the shop. Standing outside, I look at the store. Sucking in a breath, I push the door open and walk in. I begin to look around. My hand trails over the leather lingerie. Picking up a set, I carry it with me as I continue to look through the lingerie and make my way towards the sax toys. I stop at them and glance around. Now what? My hand reaches out blindly and grabs three different ones. I've no idea what they are, but I'm not about to read the boxes in the shop. Walking towards the till to pay, I stop. My eyes see the items. I grab a pair of handcuffs and a flogger and continue to the till. I place the items down. I watch as she picks each item up and scans them all before I pay, and she hands me the bag. Getting into the car, I laugh. I did it. What did I buy? I laugh, knowing that maybe I should have done research before. When I get home, I place the items in the drawer next to my bed. They are items I have to use. Otherwise, why visit a shop and buy them? "We're going out!" Bex and Ivy burst into my room. "Oh my God!" Bex runs over and pulls the items out. "You made a list!" She squeals and hugs me. "Okay, calm down. Anyway, I'm not going out." He will be there with her. "Yes, you really are! Don't let him push you into hiding. That confirms his words. It's been a month. Get on a beautiful dress, now." Ivy drags me up from the bed. "Fine!" Walking over, I look through the clothes. "No! You're wearing this." Bex holds out a dress, and my eyes widen. "Is that even legal?" I stare at it; it's short, and most of it is see-through. "Very, get it on. Look, you don't want him back. Screw him, not literally, as that's not allowed! Show him what he's missing. You might be a prude, but he can't enter you for good." I laugh at her words. "What? I've heard you two. He doesn't hit the spot. Come on." Ivy bounces around me. "Okay, give me ten minutes." I grab the dress and go to the bathroom to get ready. Walking out, they are waiting. "Oh yeah, he never saw you in anything like this. Make him bleed." I laugh at Bex. "That's if he's there, we're going to Rainbow Horse." That's a gay bar. Jake does go there, not often, but still, there's a chance he is there, which makes me want to refuse. The bar is full; Bex and Ivy have pretty much been pouring the shots down my throat. I won't complain, though, as I'm laughing and enjoying the night. Standing on the dance floor with them, my body moves to the music. I'm glad I decided to come out. They were right I do feel better already. My body stops when I see him and her together. They are staring towards me and laughing. "Don't. You do not let him and that evil excuse of a woman run you out and stop having fun. Turn your back to them and dance." Bex pulls me so I'm no longer facing them. It wouldn't be as bad if he wasn't talking about me and saying something. I see Oliver dancing, and I smile toward him. "While dancing, move me closer to Oliver." This will stop Jake from staring at me. Bex and Ivy nod but look at me, confused. We dance, and as we do, they keep moving toward him. Dancing beside him, he notices me and glances down. "Ruby, didn't expect to see you out tonight." He smiles slightly and stops dancing. "Am I not allowed to have fun like the rest of you?" He chuckles at my words. "I didn't think you 'did' fun." "Because Jake said so, right?" He nods, and I continue to dance. "Indulge me, won't you Oliver and go along with me?" He peers at me, confused. His eyes stay fixed on mine, am I really about to do this? Doubt creeps in, and I feel someone push me forward, my lips pressing against his. The feel of his hand slipping around my waist makes me smile as I continue to kiss Jake's best friend. His hands hold me closer as I finally break away from the kiss. "What was that?" He stares at me. "Oh, just some fun. Thanks for letting me borrow your mouth for a few seconds." Turning, I walk towards Bex and Ivy. "Erm." Bex laughs. "I gave you a nudge but didn't think you would actually stick your tongue in his mouth." "It worked, Jake is pissed." Ivy laughs, and I glance over, seeing him glaring at me. I give a little wave and turn away from him. "You realise you never do that, right? The whole kissing someone, random people. You date, that's it." Ivy continues to laugh. "I changed my mind; dating got me nowhere. I might test-ride all his friends." They both laugh, but I'm being serious. We stay for a short while longer before making our way home. Getting in, I walk into my room and stop. "What are you doing here?" I stare at Jake. "I left my watch. I was just getting it." He holds it up. Laughing, my head shakes. "You had it on tonight. Why are you here in my room?" I stare at him as he stays sitting on the bed, his eyes falling to the items on the bed. I forgot Bex had pulled them out of the drawer. "Why do you have these?" He picks up the handcuffs. "Jake, you need to leave." Why is he here? "Look, you wanted my attention, and you got it. It was a good idea to use Oliver. I'm here, so let's have fun." I laugh. "Come on, Ruby. You wanted to play, so let's play." "Jake, I wanted to play with Oliver, not you. I did play with him. Now leave." He sits, shocked. "You're joking." "No, get out of my room!" My words are screamed, and I see Bex appear at the door. "Fine." His words are almost growled as he storms out. Bex laughs before leaving. What was I ever doing with that guy? Chapter 3 Lessons The week has passed by quickly; I get lost in studying. I've signed up for dancing lessons, though. Two nights a week, I will do pole dancing, and another two nights a week, I will practice lap dances. I have to admit I had fun with Bex and Ivy that night once I let go of my fears. Pulling on the boots, I stand, and Bex walks in, her eyes widening. "Why are you wearing those heels?" I laugh at her words. "I'm serious. Are you going out?" "I'm doing pole dancing lessons. It's the first one tonight. I figured I would wear heels and learn while wearing them." "I'm coming!" she runs out of the room. I laugh, walk to her room, and watch her get ready. "I always wanted to learn, so I'm coming. Why pole dancing?" She turns and looks at me as she fastens her shoes. "I have a slot in a few weeks dancing in a club." Her hands stop, and she looks at me. "Yes, I'm being serious." I laugh and watch her fasten her shoe. "You're going to dance in a club?" "Yes, I visited this week. It looked amazing. The women looked happy. It's a thrill, so yes, I am going to be dancing half-bare on a pole." "I think I need to make a list for myself! It sounds like you're having all the fun," she says, laughing, and we leave together. Getting to the building, we go in, and to be fair, it's harder than it looked. Still, I slowly get the hang of it and begin to enjoy myself. While I am, Bex is falling over and laughing. I honestly think she might be drunk. Walking over, I pick her up off the floor. "Sorry, but I can't do it. My body is like... no way...keep our feet on the ground." She laughs, and I nod. "You were doing well, though." Her grin widens, and we begin to leave. "Thanks; by any chance, do you know Boudoir Bunny?" She stops mid-step and turns to me. "Yes, why are you asking?" "Because I plan to visit tomorrow night." Her mouth falls open. "Do you know what it is?" She looks at me now. "I do. I read up on it, checked it out online, and spoke to someone else who goes there. I'm not planning to do anything there; I just want to go and see what it's like." "To see what it's like? It's a bandage club, like a full-on sax club. With private rooms and something else." She laughs, and I nod. "Which, you know, and you're still going?" "I'm not going in the rooms. I will be staying in the communal areas." "Can I join you?" I laugh slightly. "You were just looking at me like I'm crazy, Bex." "Yeah, but I still want to go. I've always wanted to, but I'm not about to walk into a sax club all on my own." I laugh and nod. "Then come with me. Do you have a suitable outfit?" She can't go in her usual clothes. "Not for that place, so let's go shopping." We leave together, and I go to the shop. This is twice now I've been in a sax shop. I look through the different outfits, a lot are leather, PVC or rubber. Grabbing the mask, I smile. "You're going to be a kitty?" Bex looks at me. "Yes!" I hold up the outfit, which is actually more like lingerie. She laughs and holds up her outfit. She has a bunny mask. "I have the perfect pair of shoes as well to go with it." Paying, we leave and go home. Standing in the room, I begin to go through everything. I can't find my shoes! "Bex! Ivy!" I watch them walk in. "Please say you have seen my black shoes, the ones with a metal heel." I need those; they will go with the outfit. "You had them on when you last visited Jake's dad." Ivy smiles at me. "No way!" "Just wear something else." Ivy smiles at me. "No! I had the outfit planned in my mind. I need those shoes." "Then ask Jake to get them." Sighing, I reach for my phone. I need the stuff I left at your dad's from when I stayed, please, like now, if possible. I hit send on the message and sat on the bed. I began to look through my phone. The dating app is relatively hilarious; some of the chat-up lines have me laughing. My phone vibrates, and I see Jake's name. Hitting the message, it shows up. It's your stuff. Get it yourself, or just leave it there for when I next go down with whoever I'm dating. I'm sure they will appreciate it. Screaming, I throw the things off my bed, and Bex walks in with Ivy. "Well?" "I've to get it myself or leave it there for his next woman to use." Their eyes widen. "I would say leave it, buy new, but that's awuful. Go get it." Bex smiles at me. "That means leaving early. The club is two hours away, so I need to go in the morning, get there, get my stuff, drive back, get ready, and then leave again." Maybe I should just wear different shoes. "Then don't wear those shoes." Bex shrugs, but I had it planned in my mind and I hate now following through. "No, I'm getting my stuff on the off chance he takes a woman there before I do, and she wears it." They nod and leave. Lying down, I fall asleep. Stopping outside the house, I hit the button and waited; I slept in. So I had to get ready for tonight and wear the outfit under my dress. "Yes?" I turn to the intercom. He will be working, but I know where the spare key is. "Hi, Alaric, it's Ruby. If possible, I need to grab the things that I left here." "You don't need to ask." The intercom turns off, and the gates open. Driving in, I get out and walk up the steps. I stop noticing that the pot has moved. Turning, I see it. Leaning over, I lift it and look for the key; it's not here. "Ahm." I stand and turn, Alaric is stating right where my hip was bent over. "Sorry, I thought you would be at work. I was going to let myself in." Maybe I should have knocked first. "No worries. Can I get you a drink?" He walks in, and I follow. "Erm..." He's smiling at me, he doesn't know. "Is everything okay?" He grabs a glass, and I nod. "Drink?" I nod at him, I thought Jake would have told him this was over? Now I feel more awkward than before, knowing I have to tell him. He holds out the glass, and I take it. "Thanks, Aleric." "You're welcome. Why isn't Jake here?" I lick my lip. Panic builds within me, but I bite it back. "Ruby? Where the fuck is your ring?" "We're over, I'm sorry I thought he would have told you. I wouldn't have come if I knew he hadn't. I just need my things." "What do you mean it's over? What happened?" Fighting back tears, my head shakes. "It doesn't matter." "It does. You're almost crying. What happened?" He stands waiting. "I found him with some other woman in my room." He stills at my words. "He used me to convince you he had settled down so you would give him the money." "He proposed though." "To make it more real," his eyes widen. "Can I use the bathroom, please?" I need to avoid his questions. "Ruby, you don't need to ask, but when you're done, we'll talk about this." I nod, quickly throw my bag on the side, and rush through. As I entered the bathroom, I locked the door. I thought he would have known. I never expected to get here and have to tell him about his own son's recklessness and dirty behaviour. Apparently, though, I have to. Jake is hiding the fact that we split, which makes no sense at all. Why hide it? Chapter 4 His Disapproval As I walk back through, he stands waiting. I go to walk around the unit, and he stops me. "What is going on? You're not telling me everything. You're avoiding talking to me. Why?" "There's nothing to tell. I found him with another woman." "And..." He stands waiting. "And we split up." I shrug. "Talk me through what happened and what he said." He looks at me, waiting. "New years, I went back early to spend it with him, I found him in my room with a woman. I screamed at him, the woman asked if I was her, and laughed." His eyes widen. "I told them to get out, he told me to calm it and I asked how he could it to me. He called me boring but explained he could see that you were falling for the fact he was with me, so he played for a bit until he got the money." He doesn't reply; he just stands shocked. "Then he told me I should be happy, I got to sleep and date him. Someone with money that every woman wants. I hit him, and he said there was more action in a board game." Now he knows I can get my stuff and leave. "Ruby, I'm sorry." He stares at me. "This is my fault. He was going from woman to woman, partying and blowing money on nothing. You started dating him, and he seemed to settle slightly. I mentioned the money; I didn't think he would use you just to get the money." "It's not your fault. You know now, but I need to get my things." I turn, and he stops me. "Don't you listen to him, to his words. What he said is wrong, he was cruel, and I'm sorry." I shrug but don't reply. "Ruby, why are you listening to his words and letting that change you?" "I'm not." My words are quiet, and his head tilts. "Okay, maybe I am. Something must make him think that, so somewhere inside, I'm boring. I'm not sure if it's a fact I wouldn't let him grope me under the table while you were here or that fact I refused to let him enter me here with you in the other room that made him see me as boring, or maybe it's because I really am!" His body stills as I shout. There has to be some truth to his words. "I wouldn't have believed him so much if he didn't tell others, and then those people start saying nonsense. Everyone knows, he told everyone." I can't go into class without people staring at me and talking. "Ruby, come here." I look at him and shake my head. His hand grips mine, and he pulls me in front of him. He turns me so my back is against him. "What is this?" He taps the side, and I glance down. Oh, my list. I go to say I don't know when he speaks. "It fell out of your bag. You threw it down with that much force." He chuckles and waits. "It was something to help me experience more, stop being a prude, and prove everyone wrong." He sighs and grabs a pen, placing it next to the paper. His hands grip the counter next to me. "Pick up the pen," he says, his breath washes over my neck. Reaching down, I get it. "Cross off number eight." "W-what?" "Cross of number eight. The list is a good idea, but number eight is a risk. Not only that, but you're not selling your body. You gain nothing from it." "I want to." It will help. It's different. "No, you don't. Women dance there for money, and many are tortured behind the scenes. If you want a list, fine, but make it safe. Cross it out." Nodding, I cross out the dancing in an adult club. "Number ten, cross it out." "Why?" What is wrong with a three ? "You don't even have a partner, so you're planning to have a three with two strangers? That's putting yourself at risk. Remove it." Nodding, I cross it out. "Number fifteen as well." "People do it all the time." What is wrong with a one-night stand? "You didn't have them for a reason. Because you know you're worth more than a night, don't forget your values and morals. Remove it." Biting my lips, I scratch it out. "Also, number sixteen. Before you ask, that's safer and better if you have a partner, not a random guy." I cross out the sax in public. "Number nineteen." "What?" What is wrong with trying bandage during sax? "You don't have a partner. Are you really going to let a stranger, a one-night stand, tie you up? You're putting yourself at risk." I didn't consider that. Maybe there is a lot on here that shouldn't be, as I can't do it alone or with a total stranger I don't trust. I cross it out, move down the list, and begin crossing off some other things. "Good girl," he whispers into my ear. I relax, putting down the pen. He was right; some of them are putting me at risk. "Now, let's talk about the last few." He turns over the paper. "Explain why you would have that on a list?" "Erm..." I swallow hard. "Ruby, why would you have those on the list when it's a list of things you hadn't done or ever tried?" I bite my lip, and he keeps me encased between his body and the kitchen island. "My parents were very religious and strict. Anyone before Jake was fun, and well, those are still things I haven't done or experienced." I feel his body turn to ice, his hand grips my chin, and he turns my head to see me. "Are you joking?" I try and shake my head but fail. "Ruby, for years, you were dating and sleeping. Are you telling me you've never reach high, and he never enter you with his mouth?" His words cause my body to shake, and my head moves from side to side. "I never really enjoyed sax," it's the truth, which is why I was happy to quickly say no when Jake tried for sax. "I want to fix the last two issues on your list." My body shakes and explodes with pleasure. God... "You should tell me no, Ruby, you're young enough to be my daughter." "I..." I want to tell him no, but just the way he's stood has my body wanting him. It's something I've never felt before. He's waiting for my answer, he's right, I am young enough to be his daughter. I also know if I walk out and say no to him, I might just regret it. "Maybe because you're old enough to be, I should call you Daddy?" He spins me to face him, and his hand slides along my leg. "Remove them." His finger strokes omy sax over my underwear. Crap, I didn't consider that. I'm wearing a one-piece leather corset. "I said remove them. I can't do it while you're covered." Nodding, I lift the dress, and his eyes widen. He swears under his breath. "Ruby, why did you come here wearing this?" He stands waiting. "I'm going out after. I wouldn't have time to go back and change. I needed the shoes to go with it." My words are quiet. "In this? Turn." I turn so my back is against him, and he swears louder. His hands grasp against the globe of my hips. "Your whole hip is on show. And you're wearing it out?" I nod at his words. "It's appropriate for where I'm going." Very appropriate. "Take it off." Nodding at his words, I unclick it around my neck. Moving and pushing it down my body until it falls to the floor. I stay facing away from him, but I can feel his eyes burning through my body. We don't move or speak. I don't want to speak. I don't want to consider this too much. There's a chance if I do, or even if he does, we will stop and realise how crazy it is. His hands stroke down my sides, causing my body to quake. Stopping at my hips, he turns me before lifting me onto the kitchen side. "Say no, Ruby." His eyes go from mine down my body. 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Yes | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | Click to read all chapters | Iâm spreading legs for my father-in-law after I find my fiancĂ© cheat on me⊠--- This room screams money, and it's not like I'm poor; I'm just not stupidly rich. Jake isn't yet. Sure, his dad is, but Jake was told until he proves himself, he won't get a penny. Sure, he gets money from his dad every month to live on and such. Yet, nothing else. Even though I know that his dad essentially paid for this ring I am wearing, Jake doesn't work, which means he no doubt had to ask his dad for money for the ring. It's looking like Jake might be getting his inheritance. News of this engagement has made his father see him in a whole new wayânot just the engagement, but me, apparently. Dating me has made his son straighten his life out. I'm not sure how I helped. All I am doing is dating him. I didn't even know about his money until I met his dad, so it was a shock when Jake stopped at the house. They continued the conversation. His dad smiled at me and the ring. I'm still processing this. I mean, we've been dating for months, but dating and being engaged are two entirely different games. Jake's father is lovely, though. It's clear he wants the best for Jake but hates his stupidityâthat stupidness that I haven't really seen. I knew him before dating him, but not enough to know the real himâthe one his father said didn't deserve the money. His dad talks, laughing. I reply and feel Jakeâs hand sliding up my leg. My body tenses. Turning, I glare at him. His eyes spark with interest, and he pouts at me. Weâre sitting with his dad. âDid it go well then?â Alaric smiles at me from across the table. I nod and smile. âIt went amazing Mr Hendrix, I was surprised it went so well.â âRuby, please call me Alaric. You have been dating Jake for over a year. You donât need to be so formal.â His words are kind, and I nod. âAnyway, I will let you two kids have your fun and disappear. Enjoy your break. Jake, stay tonight; donât drive back so late, son.â I watch Alaric stand and leave. I turn to face Jake. Every time he tries to grope me under the table. âBabes, it was nothing. I didnât even get close to my goal.â He leans forward, his lips finding mine. âEven so, we were sat with your dad!â I donât feel comfortable doing that. Not when we're in company. âBabes, stop sulking. Letâs get to bed.â He pulls me up, and I follow him. Itâs been ages since I slept here. We usually stay at the dorms, but we came late today to tell his dad weâre engaged. When I walk into his room, I smileâitâs exactly how I remember it. Jake wraps his arms around me as he removes my clothes, slowly teasing me with his mouth. Shaking my head, I step back. âNot here, Jake. Your dad is in the next room.â That is just awkward. He sighs and climbs into bed. âYou know, you worry too much when it comes to sax. Loosen up, babes!â His words shock me, and he laughs. âForget it. Sleep.â He rolls over. Maybe I do need to loosen up? Yet, I canât feel comfortable with him entering me so close to his dad. Waking, I walk down. Alaric turns and smiles at me. âMorning Ruby, Coffee?â Nodding, I smile. âPlease, Alaric. I didnât sleep too well.â My sentence ends with a yawn as if to try and confirm my words are true. âIs my son keeping you awake?â He smiles at me. âNot exactly. My mind wouldnât quieten down.â I kept repeating Jakeâs words over and over. âAh, well, hopefully you will sleep better tonight when youâre back home.â I nod at him and watch as Jake walks down. âWe best leave. Long drive ahead of us.â Jake grabs his jacket. âOkay, call in more often, both of you!â Alaric hugs me. âItâs nice to see you again, Ruby.â We say goodbye and leave. The drive back is quiet. I wonder if his mind is on last night. To him, it was nothing. Sure, the table hid us, but his dad was still right there. It also isn't like his hand was at my kneeâit ended up between my thighs. I feel like he's in a mood because I refused to let him enter me. Maybe it is just me, and I do worry too much. Maybe others wouldn't have an issue with it, and it is me? Walking through the door, he grabs me. His kiss becomes forceful as I walk backwards into the bedroom. His hands pull my clothes off as we make our way to my room. My body falls back onto the bed, his lips on mine as he climbs onto me. "We need to be quick babes. I'm late." He pushes his trousers down and thrusts into me. His hips speed up instantly. My moans get louder as I grab him and hear him groaning in pleasure as he thrusts a final time before moving off me. I watch as he gets dressed and walks out of the room. Not even a kiss goodbye. I don't get this. People always rave about sax and talk about how amazing it is. For me, it's just meh. It's something I know I could live without. It's nothing that epic or amazing. If anything, it's boring. 6 Months Later Sitting, I laugh. The slight feeling of being tipsy makes me happy. "He's a grumpy nut!" Bex pushes me so hard that I almost fall off the stool. "Maybe, but he's my grumpy nut!" I laugh and stand, and she pouts at me, sulking. "I'm going. I want to be with Jake when the new year begins. He wasn't feeling great." Hugging her, I walk home. "Ruby, Ruby, Ruby!" I groan and stop at the door turning Ivy dances to me. "I'm glad you're here! I lost my keys." Laughing at her, I unlock the door. "You didn't lose them, Ivy. You never do. They are always inside where you left them." I walk in and go to the side, picking up the keys. I rattle them at her. "See." Laughing, she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I grab a drink and go upstairs, my head shaking at the fact she forgot her keys again. I had told her just before we left, get your keys. Laughing, I push the door open and freeze. "Jake!" I stand shocked and sickened. He turns slightly and looks at me. "Is this her?" The woman who is without clothes and currently wrapped around him laughs, and Jake chuckles. "Get out!" Screaming, I throw my bag at him. "Calm it, Ruby!" Jake screams at me. I watch the woman grab her clothes and rush out. "How could you?" Screaming, I take off a shoe and throw it at him. "Because you're boring! God, woman, you're soo stiff." His words are screamed into my face as he laughs. "You were a means to an end, I wanted my inheritance, and you helped me to get it!" My body freezes. "Did you ever actually like me?" Was this all a way to get the money? "Yes! Then I got bored, but I could see my dad thought this was the real deal. He seemed to think you were fixing me, so I played for a bit until he signed my money over. You can't complain; you got to date and sleep with me. Someone every woman wants." My hand swings, and I punch him. "Screw you!" I fight back the tears and push him away from me. "No thanks, there's more action in a board game. Want some advice? Stop being a prude." He turns and storms out. My body falls to the floor. Over a year he used me for over a year to get money? "Ruby." Turning, I look at Ivy and fight back the tears. "He's the sort who will die alone. With money, but no woman will be there." She moves and hugs me. "God, I'm a fool! What's wrong with me?" Sitting, I cry, and her arms stay wrapped around me, trying to comfort me. Chapter 2 The List It's been a month since I saw Jake with that woman. I spend it hiding away. Other than studying, I don't leave. I know everyone is talking. Jake's latest bit I caught him with has made it known why he walked. Everyone knows, and everyone is talking about me like I'm a nun. "Do something!" Bex shouts at me. "Like what?" Nothing I do will bring Jake back. "Prove the guy wrong, get people talking about you and how much you do. Write a sax list." I laugh at her words. "What is a sax list?" Rolling her eyes at me, she laughs. "It's a list of things you need to do or try. It revolves mostly around sax. Things like visiting a sax shop, having a one-night stand, and making a sax video. There are loads. Prove you're not what he says." She turns and walks out. It could be fun, and right now, I have nothing to loseânot when everyone says I'm a nun. I grab a pen and notebook and sit. My eyes look over the blank paper. My mind comes up blank as I sit and consider. Visit a sax shop Watch a video Use a toy Kiss a random guy Kiss a woman Take pole dancing lessons Do a saxy photoshoot Dance at an adult club Buy saxy lingerie Have a night with three Visit a special club I keep going, and by the time I'm finished, the list is two pages long. Looking through it, I decided now that I should get started. I need to do something. Grabbing the laptop, I open it and load up a special site. This seems like a good starting place. This is out of my element. Scrolling through, I stop at a video. I watch it, and shaking my head, I quickly close that video. That was too much too soon. Clicking on another, I begin watching it. I'm astoundedâshe looks like she's enjoying it a lot. So why don't I feel pleasure like that? I lose myself in the video, soon finding myself watching more after it, and the night disappears. Some of the videos do really make me feel like a prude. Today has gone quickly. Class has ended, and I'm determined to cross another item off the list. Parking the car, I walk to the shop. Standing outside, I look at the store. Sucking in a breath, I push the door open and walk in. I begin to look around. My hand trails over the leather lingerie. Picking up a set, I carry it with me as I continue to look through the lingerie and make my way towards the sax toys. I stop at them and glance around. Now what? My hand reaches out blindly and grabs three different ones. I've no idea what they are, but I'm not about to read the boxes in the shop. Walking towards the till to pay, I stop. My eyes see the items. I grab a pair of handcuffs and a flogger and continue to the till. I place the items down. I watch as she picks each item up and scans them all before I pay, and she hands me the bag. Getting into the car, I laugh. I did it. What did I buy? I laugh, knowing that maybe I should have done research before. When I get home, I place the items in the drawer next to my bed. They are items I have to use. Otherwise, why visit a shop and buy them? "We're going out!" Bex and Ivy burst into my room. "Oh my God!" Bex runs over and pulls the items out. "You made a list!" She squeals and hugs me. "Okay, calm down. Anyway, I'm not going out." He will be there with her. "Yes, you really are! Don't let him push you into hiding. That confirms his words. It's been a month. Get on a beautiful dress, now." Ivy drags me up from the bed. "Fine!" Walking over, I look through the clothes. "No! You're wearing this." Bex holds out a dress, and my eyes widen. "Is that even legal?" I stare at it; it's short, and most of it is see-through. "Very, get it on. Look, you don't want him back. Screw him, not literally, as that's not allowed! Show him what he's missing. You might be a prude, but he can't enter you for good." I laugh at her words. "What? I've heard you two. He doesn't hit the spot. Come on." Ivy bounces around me. "Okay, give me ten minutes." I grab the dress and go to the bathroom to get ready. Walking out, they are waiting. "Oh yeah, he never saw you in anything like this. Make him bleed." I laugh at Bex. "That's if he's there, we're going to Rainbow Horse." That's a gay bar. Jake does go there, not often, but still, there's a chance he is there, which makes me want to refuse. The bar is full; Bex and Ivy have pretty much been pouring the shots down my throat. I won't complain, though, as I'm laughing and enjoying the night. Standing on the dance floor with them, my body moves to the music. I'm glad I decided to come out. They were right I do feel better already. My body stops when I see him and her together. They are staring towards me and laughing. "Don't. You do not let him and that evil excuse of a woman run you out and stop having fun. Turn your back to them and dance." Bex pulls me so I'm no longer facing them. It wouldn't be as bad if he wasn't talking about me and saying something. I see Oliver dancing, and I smile toward him. "While dancing, move me closer to Oliver." This will stop Jake from staring at me. Bex and Ivy nod but look at me, confused. We dance, and as we do, they keep moving toward him. Dancing beside him, he notices me and glances down. "Ruby, didn't expect to see you out tonight." He smiles slightly and stops dancing. "Am I not allowed to have fun like the rest of you?" He chuckles at my words. "I didn't think you 'did' fun." "Because Jake said so, right?" He nods, and I continue to dance. "Indulge me, won't you Oliver and go along with me?" He peers at me, confused. His eyes stay fixed on mine, am I really about to do this? Doubt creeps in, and I feel someone push me forward, my lips pressing against his. The feel of his hand slipping around my waist makes me smile as I continue to kiss Jake's best friend. His hands hold me closer as I finally break away from the kiss. "What was that?" He stares at me. "Oh, just some fun. Thanks for letting me borrow your mouth for a few seconds." Turning, I walk towards Bex and Ivy. "Erm." Bex laughs. "I gave you a nudge but didn't think you would actually stick your tongue in his mouth." "It worked, Jake is pissed." Ivy laughs, and I glance over, seeing him glaring at me. I give a little wave and turn away from him. "You realise you never do that, right? The whole kissing someone, random people. You date, that's it." Ivy continues to laugh. "I changed my mind; dating got me nowhere. I might test-ride all his friends." They both laugh, but I'm being serious. We stay for a short while longer before making our way home. Getting in, I walk into my room and stop. "What are you doing here?" I stare at Jake. "I left my watch. I was just getting it." He holds it up. Laughing, my head shakes. "You had it on tonight. Why are you here in my room?" I stare at him as he stays sitting on the bed, his eyes falling to the items on the bed. I forgot Bex had pulled them out of the drawer. "Why do you have these?" He picks up the handcuffs. "Jake, you need to leave." Why is he here? "Look, you wanted my attention, and you got it. It was a good idea to use Oliver. I'm here, so let's have fun." I laugh. "Come on, Ruby. You wanted to play, so let's play." "Jake, I wanted to play with Oliver, not you. I did play with him. Now leave." He sits, shocked. "You're joking." "No, get out of my room!" My words are screamed, and I see Bex appear at the door. "Fine." His words are almost growled as he storms out. Bex laughs before leaving. What was I ever doing with that guy? Chapter 3 Lessons The week has passed by quickly; I get lost in studying. I've signed up for dancing lessons, though. Two nights a week, I will do pole dancing, and another two nights a week, I will practice lap dances. I have to admit I had fun with Bex and Ivy that night once I let go of my fears. Pulling on the boots, I stand, and Bex walks in, her eyes widening. "Why are you wearing those heels?" I laugh at her words. "I'm serious. Are you going out?" "I'm doing pole dancing lessons. It's the first one tonight. I figured I would wear heels and learn while wearing them." "I'm coming!" she runs out of the room. I laugh, walk to her room, and watch her get ready. "I always wanted to learn, so I'm coming. Why pole dancing?" She turns and looks at me as she fastens her shoes. "I have a slot in a few weeks dancing in a club." Her hands stop, and she looks at me. "Yes, I'm being serious." I laugh and watch her fasten her shoe. "You're going to dance in a club?" "Yes, I visited this week. It looked amazing. The women looked happy. It's a thrill, so yes, I am going to be dancing half-bare on a pole." "I think I need to make a list for myself! It sounds like you're having all the fun," she says, laughing, and we leave together. Getting to the building, we go in, and to be fair, it's harder than it looked. Still, I slowly get the hang of it and begin to enjoy myself. While I am, Bex is falling over and laughing. I honestly think she might be drunk. Walking over, I pick her up off the floor. "Sorry, but I can't do it. My body is like... no way...keep our feet on the ground." She laughs, and I nod. "You were doing well, though." Her grin widens, and we begin to leave. "Thanks; by any chance, do you know Boudoir Bunny?" She stops mid-step and turns to me. "Yes, why are you asking?" "Because I plan to visit tomorrow night." Her mouth falls open. "Do you know what it is?" She looks at me now. "I do. I read up on it, checked it out online, and spoke to someone else who goes there. I'm not planning to do anything there; I just want to go and see what it's like." "To see what it's like? It's a bandage club, like a full-on sax club. With private rooms and something else." She laughs, and I nod. "Which, you know, and you're still going?" "I'm not going in the rooms. I will be staying in the communal areas." "Can I join you?" I laugh slightly. "You were just looking at me like I'm crazy, Bex." "Yeah, but I still want to go. I've always wanted to, but I'm not about to walk into a sax club all on my own." I laugh and nod. "Then come with me. Do you have a suitable outfit?" She can't go in her usual clothes. "Not for that place, so let's go shopping." We leave together, and I go to the shop. This is twice now I've been in a sax shop. I look through the different outfits, a lot are leather, PVC or rubber. Grabbing the mask, I smile. "You're going to be a kitty?" Bex looks at me. "Yes!" I hold up the outfit, which is actually more like lingerie. She laughs and holds up her outfit. She has a bunny mask. "I have the perfect pair of shoes as well to go with it." Paying, we leave and go home. Standing in the room, I begin to go through everything. I can't find my shoes! "Bex! Ivy!" I watch them walk in. "Please say you have seen my black shoes, the ones with a metal heel." I need those; they will go with the outfit. "You had them on when you last visited Jake's dad." Ivy smiles at me. "No way!" "Just wear something else." Ivy smiles at me. "No! I had the outfit planned in my mind. I need those shoes." "Then ask Jake to get them." Sighing, I reach for my phone. I need the stuff I left at your dad's from when I stayed, please, like now, if possible. I hit send on the message and sat on the bed. I began to look through my phone. The dating app is relatively hilarious; some of the chat-up lines have me laughing. My phone vibrates, and I see Jake's name. Hitting the message, it shows up. It's your stuff. Get it yourself, or just leave it there for when I next go down with whoever I'm dating. I'm sure they will appreciate it. Screaming, I throw the things off my bed, and Bex walks in with Ivy. "Well?" "I've to get it myself or leave it there for his next woman to use." Their eyes widen. "I would say leave it, buy new, but that's awuful. Go get it." Bex smiles at me. "That means leaving early. The club is two hours away, so I need to go in the morning, get there, get my stuff, drive back, get ready, and then leave again." Maybe I should just wear different shoes. "Then don't wear those shoes." Bex shrugs, but I had it planned in my mind and I hate now following through. "No, I'm getting my stuff on the off chance he takes a woman there before I do, and she wears it." They nod and leave. Lying down, I fall asleep. Stopping outside the house, I hit the button and waited; I slept in. So I had to get ready for tonight and wear the outfit under my dress. "Yes?" I turn to the intercom. He will be working, but I know where the spare key is. "Hi, Alaric, it's Ruby. If possible, I need to grab the things that I left here." "You don't need to ask." The intercom turns off, and the gates open. Driving in, I get out and walk up the steps. I stop noticing that the pot has moved. Turning, I see it. Leaning over, I lift it and look for the key; it's not here. "Ahm." I stand and turn, Alaric is stating right where my hip was bent over. "Sorry, I thought you would be at work. I was going to let myself in." Maybe I should have knocked first. "No worries. Can I get you a drink?" He walks in, and I follow. "Erm..." He's smiling at me, he doesn't know. "Is everything okay?" He grabs a glass, and I nod. "Drink?" I nod at him, I thought Jake would have told him this was over? Now I feel more awkward than before, knowing I have to tell him. He holds out the glass, and I take it. "Thanks, Aleric." "You're welcome. Why isn't Jake here?" I lick my lip. Panic builds within me, but I bite it back. "Ruby? Where the fuck is your ring?" "We're over, I'm sorry I thought he would have told you. I wouldn't have come if I knew he hadn't. I just need my things." "What do you mean it's over? What happened?" Fighting back tears, my head shakes. "It doesn't matter." "It does. You're almost crying. What happened?" He stands waiting. "I found him with some other woman in my room." He stills at my words. "He used me to convince you he had settled down so you would give him the money." "He proposed though." "To make it more real," his eyes widen. "Can I use the bathroom, please?" I need to avoid his questions. "Ruby, you don't need to ask, but when you're done, we'll talk about this." I nod, quickly throw my bag on the side, and rush through. As I entered the bathroom, I locked the door. I thought he would have known. I never expected to get here and have to tell him about his own son's recklessness and dirty behaviour. Apparently, though, I have to. Jake is hiding the fact that we split, which makes no sense at all. Why hide it? Chapter 4 His Disapproval As I walk back through, he stands waiting. I go to walk around the unit, and he stops me. "What is going on? You're not telling me everything. You're avoiding talking to me. Why?" "There's nothing to tell. I found him with another woman." "And..." He stands waiting. "And we split up." I shrug. "Talk me through what happened and what he said." He looks at me, waiting. "New years, I went back early to spend it with him, I found him in my room with a woman. I screamed at him, the woman asked if I was her, and laughed." His eyes widen. "I told them to get out, he told me to calm it and I asked how he could it to me. He called me boring but explained he could see that you were falling for the fact he was with me, so he played for a bit until he got the money." He doesn't reply; he just stands shocked. "Then he told me I should be happy, I got to sleep and date him. Someone with money that every woman wants. I hit him, and he said there was more action in a board game." Now he knows I can get my stuff and leave. "Ruby, I'm sorry." He stares at me. "This is my fault. He was going from woman to woman, partying and blowing money on nothing. You started dating him, and he seemed to settle slightly. I mentioned the money; I didn't think he would use you just to get the money." "It's not your fault. You know now, but I need to get my things." I turn, and he stops me. "Don't you listen to him, to his words. What he said is wrong, he was cruel, and I'm sorry." I shrug but don't reply. "Ruby, why are you listening to his words and letting that change you?" "I'm not." My words are quiet, and his head tilts. "Okay, maybe I am. Something must make him think that, so somewhere inside, I'm boring. I'm not sure if it's a fact I wouldn't let him grope me under the table while you were here or that fact I refused to let him enter me here with you in the other room that made him see me as boring, or maybe it's because I really am!" His body stills as I shout. There has to be some truth to his words. "I wouldn't have believed him so much if he didn't tell others, and then those people start saying nonsense. Everyone knows, he told everyone." I can't go into class without people staring at me and talking. "Ruby, come here." I look at him and shake my head. His hand grips mine, and he pulls me in front of him. He turns me so my back is against him. "What is this?" He taps the side, and I glance down. Oh, my list. I go to say I don't know when he speaks. "It fell out of your bag. You threw it down with that much force." He chuckles and waits. "It was something to help me experience more, stop being a prude, and prove everyone wrong." He sighs and grabs a pen, placing it next to the paper. His hands grip the counter next to me. "Pick up the pen," he says, his breath washes over my neck. Reaching down, I get it. "Cross off number eight." "W-what?" "Cross of number eight. The list is a good idea, but number eight is a risk. Not only that, but you're not selling your body. You gain nothing from it." "I want to." It will help. It's different. "No, you don't. Women dance there for money, and many are tortured behind the scenes. If you want a list, fine, but make it safe. Cross it out." Nodding, I cross out the dancing in an adult club. "Number ten, cross it out." "Why?" What is wrong with a three ? "You don't even have a partner, so you're planning to have a three with two strangers? That's putting yourself at risk. Remove it." Nodding, I cross it out. "Number fifteen as well." "People do it all the time." What is wrong with a one-night stand? "You didn't have them for a reason. Because you know you're worth more than a night, don't forget your values and morals. Remove it." Biting my lips, I scratch it out. "Also, number sixteen. Before you ask, that's safer and better if you have a partner, not a random guy." I cross out the sax in public. "Number nineteen." "What?" What is wrong with trying bandage during sax? "You don't have a partner. Are you really going to let a stranger, a one-night stand, tie you up? You're putting yourself at risk." I didn't consider that. Maybe there is a lot on here that shouldn't be, as I can't do it alone or with a total stranger I don't trust. I cross it out, move down the list, and begin crossing off some other things. "Good girl," he whispers into my ear. I relax, putting down the pen. He was right; some of them are putting me at risk. "Now, let's talk about the last few." He turns over the paper. "Explain why you would have that on a list?" "Erm..." I swallow hard. "Ruby, why would you have those on the list when it's a list of things you hadn't done or ever tried?" I bite my lip, and he keeps me encased between his body and the kitchen island. "My parents were very religious and strict. Anyone before Jake was fun, and well, those are still things I haven't done or experienced." I feel his body turn to ice, his hand grips my chin, and he turns my head to see me. "Are you joking?" I try and shake my head but fail. "Ruby, for years, you were dating and sleeping. Are you telling me you've never reach high, and he never enter you with his mouth?" His words cause my body to shake, and my head moves from side to side. "I never really enjoyed sax," it's the truth, which is why I was happy to quickly say no when Jake tried for sax. "I want to fix the last two issues on your list." My body shakes and explodes with pleasure. God... "You should tell me no, Ruby, you're young enough to be my daughter." "I..." I want to tell him no, but just the way he's stood has my body wanting him. It's something I've never felt before. He's waiting for my answer, he's right, I am young enough to be his daughter. I also know if I walk out and say no to him, I might just regret it. "Maybe because you're old enough to be, I should call you Daddy?" He spins me to face him, and his hand slides along my leg. "Remove them." His finger strokes omy sax over my underwear. Crap, I didn't consider that. I'm wearing a one-piece leather corset. "I said remove them. I can't do it while you're covered." Nodding, I lift the dress, and his eyes widen. He swears under his breath. "Ruby, why did you come here wearing this?" He stands waiting. "I'm going out after. I wouldn't have time to go back and change. I needed the shoes to go with it." My words are quiet. "In this? Turn." I turn so my back is against him, and he swears louder. His hands grasp against the globe of my hips. "Your whole hip is on show. And you're wearing it out?" I nod at his words. "It's appropriate for where I'm going." Very appropriate. "Take it off." Nodding at his words, I unclick it around my neck. Moving and pushing it down my body until it falls to the floor. I stay facing away from him, but I can feel his eyes burning through my body. We don't move or speak. I don't want to speak. I don't want to consider this too much. There's a chance if I do, or even if he does, we will stop and realise how crazy it is. His hands stroke down my sides, causing my body to quake. Stopping at my hips, he turns me before lifting me onto the kitchen side. "Say no, Ruby." His eyes go from mine down my body. 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