Page 88 of Good Girl

Emery

The heartbeat beneath my ear thrums at a steady rhythm that threatens to drag me back down into the darkness. If it weren’t for the murmuring voices, I would probably let it. My entire body feels a little numb and tingly, like I put it through a massive workout.

Well, I kind of did.

Fingers trace through my hair, and now I know what woke me up. The haze still has a grip on me, but I am fairly certain I’m not purring.

“I can’t believe it’s over.”

Over.

That one word burns away the remaining haze that is floating around me.

So, Iwasright. Each of them got their kinky rocks off, and now they’re done with me. I was a means to an end. A weekend distraction. Now they are going to toss me to the side.

“I know. I’m honestly a little disappointed.”

Fuck. Stab me with a knife and fucking twist it.

Disappointed? Seriously? Was I not good enough for them? Did I do something wrong? Should there have been more sex? More begging? More tears? Should I have spent the weekend on my knees between their legs whenever they weren’t fucking my pussy?

“Hopefully, she feels the same way.”

Wait—what?

“What do you think she is going to say about the new contract?”

The chest under me rumbles a noise that sounds like an affirmative and makes my pulse race.

New contract?

I’m getting another contract? How long for?

Shit, what if they want to extend it for the week? I can’t miss the first week of classes. I can’t. It’s non-negotiable for me.

But this weekend has been…it’s been everything. If they want to keep me for a few more days, would it really be that bad to miss the course intro classes?

“Even with how new Emery is to all of this, she was perfect for us. All of us. She’ll sign it.”

The fingers run through my hair again, and this time, I allow my eyelashes to flutter open. “What contract?”

My voice is croaky, but that is easily fixed by the bendy straw that is pressed to my lips. I take an exploratory sip and find my mouth flooded with ice cold water. Several mouthfuls later, I relax back onto the chest and scan the room for each of the daddies.

My gaze lands on Darcy, sitting on the chunky wooden coffee table, hands wrapped around the edge and ankles crossed. His lips quirk. “Listening to our conversation, princess?”

I shrug a shoulder. “Only the last bit.”

He smirks at me, then picks up a stack of papers from next to him, curling them into a tube as he braces his elbows on his knees. “Yes, a new contract. But we have a few things we need to talk about first.”

My gaze darts to Hudson at the far end of the couch and to Derek, sitting on the couch up by Xavier’s and my heads. Pushing up, I look down at Xavier. “Hi.”

The muscles around his lips twitch as he watches me. “Hi.”

Not knowing what else to do, I try to sit up, but something pulls tight across my ass cheek. I glance back over my shoulder and have to do a double take at the huge fucking bandage covering one half of my ass. “What the—”

Bracing myself with one hand, I reach to touch it, but Xavier shifts beneath me and captures my wrist. “No touching until you are home.”

It’s then that I become completely fucking aware that I am very naked, while the rest of them are dressed. Not a single man-chest to be seen.

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