Page 49 of Queen Of Dark Money

FortrustingEddySinclairat his word.

Thatslimy bastard had never once told the truth in his life and wouldn’t know honesty if it bit him in the face.

Settlinginto the couch cushions, prepared to have myself a good old-fashioned breakdown,Icried untilIwas exhausted, and the weight of everything was too much to handle.Withthe weight of the world on my shoulders,Isettled into the cushions of the couch and let darkness take me, eager not to have to think or feel for a short while.

Iawoketo the sound of the door opening, keys jangling in the lock for a second or two before the oak swung in and admittedRiver, along with two women, into the apartment.Hehad one on each arm, their laughter annoyingly persistent and too harsh.He’drebuffed my offer to enjoy each other, only to bring home hookers from his club to carouse with.

AndI’dhave to listen to it all.

“Youknow what?Fuckthis,”Imuttered to myself, scrambling off the couch fast enough that he didn’t spot me as he marched the women in through the foyer and into the open space.

Ifhe could play games, if they couldallplay games, then so couldI.

Myfoot was throbbing, butIignored it asIslipped the shorts off my waist and snuck into the hall, mussing up my hair to look likeI’djust woken up.

Itdidn’t take much, cause obviously,Ihad, but he didn’t need to know that.

Istumbled into the living room, pleased to seeRiverhad taken up residence on the couch, a woman on either side of him,their too-long claws dragging down his throat as they let him grab on their asses through the thin, scant clothing they wore.

Ohyeah, these were definitely some of his strippers.

Icould play this a million and one ways, soIwent for innocent, hoping it would have the desired effect.

“River?Ididn’t know we were having guests,”Isaid, forcing a yawn asIstretched.Ilet the shirt ride up to the middle of my thighs, showing himI’dforegone the shorts he gave me. “Niceto meet you girls.”

Thewoman on the left looked ready to flay him alive, which was quite comical, considering all it would take for her to sever his carotid artery would be a flick of the wrist. “Really,River?Youbring us back to your place to fuck, and you’ve already got a girl here?”

Iknew he couldn’t exactly sayIwas his hostage, because really, how good would that look?Thenthey’d turn tail and run off.Butthe second girl didn’t look like she planned to let a little ‘other woman’ situation deter her.Sheslipped onto his lap and purred into his ear, her eyes meeting mine across the room.

“Youknow, if she wants to watch,I’mdown.”Hereyes told me she was very muchnotinto sharing, but she’d tell him whatever she had to, to get what she wanted.

Ibriefly wondered if they thought sleeping with their boss would result in some favorable schedule changes.

River’seyes held mine with a steely determination, soIdoubled down, marching over to sit on the chair across from the couch, crossing my legs over the armrest with a pointed look in his direction.Iflipped my hair over a shoulder and sighed heavily, pretending to be put out.

“IfIknew we were having fun tonight,Riv,I’dhave dressed better.”

Ihadn’t come out and pretended to be his girl–no, that was too direct.ButI’dlet these women make their assumptionsabout me, and whatever conclusion they came to, it would be their own hole they dug.

Womanone stood up, dusting off her skirt with a disgusted look at him. “I’mout.Idon’t share.”

Ichuckled asRiversputtered a feeble protest, and watched her march to the door. “Awwe, come on,Trixie, you seemed more than willing to share with your little friend over here.What’syour name, sweetheart?”Iasked, turning to the woman who was about to be shoved on the couch and abandoned, if the look onRiver’sface was any indication.

“I’mTrixie,” she tittered, pasting on a fake smile for my benefit. “Andyou?”

“She’snobody important,”Riverspat out, glaring daggers in my direction. “She’sjust a visiting family friend–-hey, come back,Candace–”

Candace, orTrixie, asIhad decided to call her, was already out the door and gone, a fleeting memory, almost.Icouldn’t even remember what color hair she’d had.

“Seeya,Trixie,”Ising-songed, waving impishly asRiversetTrixieoff to the side and stood up, marching over to me with alookin his eyes.

Hegrabbed my wrist and yanked me out of the chair, throwing me over his shoulder without a single word spoken.Iwaved atTrixieover his shoulder asIbobbed, being carted off like some sort of troublemaking pest in a cheezy chick flick.

Maybehe’d get so mad he’d offload me onRafe.

Iwondered how many of them there were to go through.Wasthis a never-ending syndicate of studs determined not to touch me, to make my life a living hell, and to keep me isolated from the world for the rest of my life?Orwas there an end to the ranks?

“Youknow,Iam perfectly capable of walking,River,”Isassed, wiggling my bare ass in his face.Ifelt his hand comedown on an exposed cheek, the slap reverberating off the walls as well as through my soft skin.Igasped out at the hit, not in pain, but in unexpected pleasure, and groaned asIsank my face into my hands, hating the way he could turn me on with a simple disciplinary action.

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