Page 21 of Fake Game

“I’m a big girl.”

“You’re five foot.”

“Technically, I’m five four with these heels. Now, let me out of this car.” I tap on his headrest.

“Fine,” he grumbles, getting out and folding his seat forward. I take his offered hand and try to gracefully crawl out of the car.

“Thanks.”

“Text us when you get upstairs,” Syd calls from the passenger seat.

I roll my eyes. “Okay, Mom and Dad.”

I give them a wave as I walk backward from the car before spinning around. The darkness looming around has me uneasy, but knowing that Syd and Parker are watching settles the anxiety that threatens to bubble up. Once I’m in the brightly lit lobby of my complex, I let out a small sigh.

I’d successfully left my apartment and come back in one piece. I was safe, and honestly, I really didn’t need to be that worried about the outside world. I’m just creating monsters in my mind.

My body moves on autopilot until I arrive at my front door. I drop down to pick up a little brown package perched on my rug and tuck it under my arm as I fish out my key and unlock my door.

I toss the package onto my island before grabbing a pair of scissors to slice the box open.

A shiny pink taser sparkles back at me.

Then again, you can never be too safe.

SIX

JACKSON

“Thank you.”

Savannah smiles up at me through hooded eyes. Droplets of tears bead her lashes after being mercilessly face fucked. I look down at her, but I don’t feel the satisfaction or relief that typically comes after our sessions. It has been happening more and more lately.

Which is a pain.

I give her a noncommittal hum as I work on undoing the ropes bound around her plush upper body, signaling the end to our session. Normally, I look forward to meeting up with Savannah. She is the brand director for some fashion company and one of the main investors for Cardinal Club, so it’s all high discretion, low commitment with her. But something is off now.

I coil the black rope and place it back in my bag while she stretches out on the bed like a cat.

I don’t want to look for a new partner; it’s hard enough to find the right person these days. Yes, the Cardinal Club is one of the most exclusive clubs in North America, catering to the sexual needs of the elite, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

With all the extra attention The System has been getting lately, I’ve had to keep a tighter hold on my private life so I don’t rock the boat or create any leaks. The Cardinal Club prides itself on discretion, but the right person knows where to look to findthe club. There is little you can control once the paparazzi sniff a lead, and I’ve never liked the idea of being unable to write my own narrative.

I’m not like Parker; I don’t relish the media attention. But I also am not like Aleksander; I wouldn’t purposely blow the media off, either. Trying to find the middle ground is hard work, and all I want is a little privacy and an outlet for my stress.

I pour Savannah a glass of water and hold it out.

“Thanks,” she purrs. I give her a nod and her brow quirks up as she takes an audible sip. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I grunt.

“You’re quiet. Well, quieter than usual.”

“Am I?”

She sits up and cocks her head as she leans forward, bracing her elbows on her thighs. My eyes dip to her massive tits. Even if things are starting to go stale between us, there is no denying that Savannah is sex on a stick.

Ugh. Finding a new rope bunny is going to be more work than I want.

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