KYLEE
The man sitting in the bar has been eyeing me since the moment I walked into the place. I wanted to leave the country but I just couldn’t. I wanted to draff my resignation letter but I knew that the moment I sent it and it gets approved, I would never see Christian again.
Not because he’s hiding but because he’s so far to reach that the people around him don’t know the suffering others go through just to get a three minutes meeting with him. He’s so far that I have no chances of ever laying mye eyes on him again, except for maybe in television and the magazines. This job was the only key I had to him and I would lose him. He was the only family I knew.
I didn’t want to lose him, I am not stupid to want him out of my life. He’s disappointed at me, maybe I should just go on my knees and apologize. The fact hat I haven’t reached out to tell him I was sorry was shameful. I knew how much he loves Jenna, I knew how much he was scared of her getting hurt by someone else again and he trusted her under my care and I just…
I groaned thinking of the awful memory and I moved the glass to the bartender. He refilled it and the guy with light brown hair scoots over.
“Hi” he said to me.
I eyed him, he was tall. He had a perfect build and I wondered what his sexual capability would be.
If I was to take him to bed, would he fuck me so hard that I would forget all my misery?
“State your business or get lose”
He chuckled.
“Anything funny?”
“No” he said brushing the grin off his face very quickly. “It’s just, uh, I think you’re pretty”
I grabbed my glass and downed half of the drink in one go.
The man took the seat beside me, seeing that I didn’t already chase him away. People were dancing and shouting, a man was kissing a lady violently in the middle of the dance floor.
“I’m Kincaid” he stretched out his hand for a handshake, I took it and his grip was hard, it told me a lot.
“You haven’t stated your business, do you want to fuck me or do you just want to sit there and gawk at my boobs”
He was indeed gawking at my boobs. I was wearing a see through crop top with an extremely mini skirt. My hair was let up and I felt intense and burning need for sexual gratification.
“Can I?” Kincaid asked.
I knew he was asking for and he was bold to even ask at al. I wasn’t smiling and it chased the men away, but him….
“Sure” I told him arching my back a little so that he could have access to my boobs.
He pressed my right breast with his left hand and gave my nipple a gentle tug. His hands were firm and expertly, he must know how to please a woman and give her a fucking great time.
He gritted his teeth and took his attention to my other breast, this time he pinched my nipple a little bit hard. When I winced, he smiled.
He could punish me. I would something hard, violent and unforgiving. I wanted hard core punishment and domination, what Jeandre gave me was pure vanilla, he had tricked me into his bed and I was too aroused to leave when he told me the truth, but this man might live up to the standards.
“You haven’t told me your name” he said.
“Bella” I told him.
It was the name I used in the strip club, common, simple and very easy to forget.
“Bella…” He said testing my name on his lips. “I want you, bad Bella” he said bluntly.
I smiled at his openness and I finished the rest of my drink and passed the glass to the bartender but Kincaid caught it.
“I want you to be conscious while I fuck you” he said.
“Who says I want to fuck you?” I asked him.
“You let me feel your tits” he said.
” I let anybody feel my tits, it’s what bad girls do”
He squinted his eyes and released the glass.
“So you won’t fuck?’ he asked.
“Well, if you promise to give it to me really tough then I’ll consider ”
He chuckled and brought his hand down to the flap of his trouser and she started to stroke his cock through his clothes.
“I promise to give it to you rough ” he said.
“Do you have a room?” I asked him.
He stood up and asked the bartender for the price of my drink, and he paid.
“My hotel is just around the corner”
“Your hotel room?” I asked Kincaid and he shook his head.
“No, I own the hotel”
He pointed at a tall skyscraper building and I stopped.
There was a reason why I did not want to got in the mix wealthy men. They always wanted more, they always wanted to stay in touch and they had the right amount of connections to blackmail or sabotage you if you disappointed them.
“I forget my purse inside” I told Kincaid, he frowned.
“Is there anything important in it, if it’s just money I can give you any amount you want”
“Uh, my ID inside”
“I’ll come with you”
“No, wait out here, I’ll be right back”
He looked down at his watch to check the time, a Rolex. How the fuck did I not see that? Regardless of the fact that the bar was dark, I should have fucking seen it
“Bella, it’s no problem. I can just come inside with you and we’ll come out back and get into my car”
He pointed to a black car and the driver at him.
I was a well known person, worldwide. If my secret about posing a nympho and taking stranger to my bed ever gets out, it wouldn’t just be a dirty spill on my name but the company I worked.
“You don’t want to go with me, do you?”