Page 34 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Yeah, right. And chicken suddenly sprouted teeth, and pigs learned to fly.”

“Look, all I’m saying is just keep getting some with mystery guy, that’s all. You don’t need to marry the dude.”

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“We actually never swapped numbers, so even if I wanted to see him again, which I don’t, I have no way of contacting him.”

Cassi’s mouth falls open as her eyes widen.

“It really was like a hit and run, just with sex.” She laughs. “I’m surprised you even know his name. Wait, you do know his name, right?”

“Of course, I know his name!” Not that it rang any bells when he told it to me.

“Great. Here, let’s go on googl?—”

“Cass.” I don’t want to be mad at her, but if she doesn’t stop this right now, I’m out of here.

She blinks, then sighs.

“Fine. But can you at least give me some details? Tell me again how he threw Dirk to the curb.”

I can’t help but smile at the memory of Andre dragging Dirk out of the bar by his shirt collar. It made my blood heat, the way he took one look at me and decided there and then that he wanted me.

It was something Sam never had, guts. He was, as Cassi liked to call him, a wet blanket, content to just sit back and let life pass him by, which is the opposite of what I am and what I look for in a man.

“He was staying in the penthouse at the Ritz-Carlton.”

“WHAT?”

The tweens at the table next to us glower in our direction, and I mouth an apology to them as Cassi starts clapping her hands.

“Oh, my god, Lila. You slept with a sugar daddy?”

“Cassi!” I want to disappear under the table. Better, crawl under a rock and just die already. Why did I blurt that out? “Don’t be crude.”

“He’s got some money.” Cassi has a twinkle in her eye as she waggles her eyebrows at me. “Well done, Lila.”

I shake my head, pouring myself some more water and taking a long drink to give Cassi time and chance to calm down.

“He bought us some nice champagne, and we talked a little.”

“And then you knocked boots, didn’t you?”

“Knocked boots?”

“Did the dirty, the horizontal tango, the dance of ages, the funny business, went for an afternoon delight, got dow?—”

I burst out laughing. “Okay, okay, I got the idea.”

“Well? Did you?”

“Well, yes.”

“How many times.”

“Uh…” Flashes of Andre on his knees, looking up at me as his tongue explored my pussy has my cheeks heating.

There is still a dull ache between my thighs from where he took me from every angle, fucking me so hard I screamed myself hoarse.

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