Page 38 of Destined To Fall

“Ah, I see.” And I did.“And was it?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

I scoff and smile. Looking behind me to What’s-His-Name, I catch the loser making out with some random; by the looks of it, a fangirl desperate to get in with a celeb. Oh, the poor thing, she should have done her research. She’s definitely getting less than she bargained for. And if the little white pills I saw him popping earlier were what I think they were, he’ll be too wasted for anything, especially remembering who hepaidto come with.

“It would seem my night has freed up, and your luck has turned around. What say you?”

“I say name your price, and let’s get out of here.”

The memory makes me smile. I rocked his friggin’world, repeatedly. Best money he ever spent, or so he told me. I wish I could say it was time well spent. Still, I got my rocks off—I always do. With a helping hand, of course.

The elevator door pings open, and I step out, making my way to Lewis’s suite. He’s learned a thing or two since then. I somehow managed to rub off on him, and a kinky side seems to have emerged. Nothing BDSM-like, just exhibitionist. He has a penchant to watch and be watched.

I ain’t gonna lie. I kinda dig it.

I knock on the door, and as I expected, it flies open mere moments later, Lewis’s crooked smile greeting me.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise.”

“I got in early.” I barely get the words out before he pulls me in by my wrist, my bag falling to the floor inside and the door slamming behind me.

“How’s the wife?” I ask. Hisclumsy fingers undressing me already.

“Oh, fine.” He nips the bare skin at my shoulder as the blouse I was wearing falls at my feet.“In Spain, with the manny.”

I laugh. It’s always been about the money for them. The best of everything, or nothing will do. I shimmy out of my jeans, kicking my heels to the side.

“Leave them on.”

I grin, stepping back into my shoes, and stand before him, clad only in panties and my Manolos.

“So, where do you want me?”

“Against the glass window…”

Warmth pools between my thighs, and I bite my lip, grinning from ear to ear as I saunter to the floor-to-ceiling windows facing Fifth Avenue.

Some days, I really love my job.

Two days with Lewis and two with Antony have left me ready to collapse and never get up again. I leave Antony asleep and make my way to my hotel room. I’m too drained to even strip, barely managing to remove my coat before falling face-first onto the bed. I sigh as the soft, pillowy comforter and mattress envelop my body in a bliss bubble. But something’s missing I can’t put my finger on. I feel…off. I reach for my clutch and remove my phone to check my calendar,but become minutely distracted by a missed text from Jeremy.

J: How’s your Fourth of July? Can you remember any of it?

Ha. Ha.

The text was sent only a few hours ago, and I can’t help wondering if he’s still awake. Before I realize it, I’ve pressed the call button, and the phone’s picked up.

“Vivienne? Hey.” I’m met with surprise, but he doesn’t sound sleepy, just drained.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Hi…”

“Hi?” He laughs.

I groan.“You’re up late. Shouldn’t you be passed out drunk after partying hard all weekend?”

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