Page 67 of The Bonus

“I’m not being your therapist for free, you know?”

He rolls his lips to hide his smile. “What kind of therapist offers gambling, alcohol, and cheap sex as treatment?”

“The fun kind.”

Twelve months later.

I follow the two girls down the pier toward my yacht as they totter along in their skin-tight dresses and sky-high stilettos, giggling and tipsy. Giovanna has long dark hair and a body to die for, and Amara is her identical twin. “What happens when we get to your yacht?” Amara smiles sexily over her shoulder.

“You both get on your knees, that’s what.” I gesture to my yacht. “Keep walking.”

They both laugh as they continue to walk, they’re going to fucking get it.

We are in St. Tropez in the South of France; I’ve been in Italy for a month and called in here on my way home. We arrive at the yacht, and Mark is waiting at the end of the gangplank. His eyes roam over the two gorgeous women I’m with. “Evening, sir.”

“Good evening, Mark.”

He unhooks the black rope to allow access and the two girls laugh and chat as they walk onto my yacht.

“Lucky prick,” he mutters under his breath.

I smirk. “I’d ask you to join us…”

He raises his eyebrow, suddenly interested.

“But I don’t share.”

“Fuck you,” he whispers.

I chuckle and walk across the gangplank and onto my yacht. I look around for the girls. “Where are you?” I call.

“Up here.”

I take the stairs two at a time and once at the top and into my bedroom, I find them both naked and on their knees, waiting for me.

My cock thumps in appreciation. “Good girls.”

Grace

I read the text from Deb.

I need to see you

Urgently.

Can we have lunch today?

Huh?

I text her.

What’s wrong?

I wait for her reply.

Nothing is wrong but I need to see you.

Jeez, I wonder if she’s fighting with Scott. I reply.

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