Page 43 of Merciless Sinner

I was in way over my head with him and I knew it. It was past time to come clean with him about my past. I had no idea how he would take that information or what it would do to our budding relationship, but I knew if the press got a hold of the story first, the damage would be far worse.

So far other than the yacht party, we’d avoided public situations that would invite scrutiny. He was very particular about his public appearances and explained how he liked to control the narrative that got printed about him. All of that fine by me.

However, last night he’d mentioned an upcoming charity event he wanted me to attend with him.

I closed my eyes and let the comfort of heated seats sink into my tired bones. It had been a longer than normal day and I was exhausted. I had tomorrow off from work and I wanted to plan something special for us. I wanted to cook for him. Of course he would argue that I cooked all day and that I needed to let someone else handle the work at home. He preferred my attention elsewhere.

I smiled thinking about where exactly that was. Preferably his big cock. I covered my mouth to hide my smile even though I doubted Gerard paid any attention to me. It didn’t matter either. I was having the best sex of my life and I wasn’t afraid to admit it. Well, not to Gerard. That was not his business.

I groaned. Obviously the thought of Alex’s big member was getting my brain all squirrely. I needed to think of something else.

Yeah right.

In a fortuitous bit of good timing, the car came to a stop and I realized we were home. My hand hovered at the door handle as I considered my thoughts. Had I really just thought that? This was not my home and it was dangerous to even contemplate it.

Lost in thought, the door I was leaning on opened and I barely caught myself before falling out.

“Sorry, Miss Harper. I assumed you were waiting for me to open the door.”

“It’s all right, Gerard. I’m a little distracted tonight.”

“Too much work will do that.”

I whole heartedly agreed. “That it will.” I stepped out onto the sidewalk and grabbed my purse and coat.

“Will you be needing the car again this evening?”

It was so weird to have a driver at my beck and call. “I don’t think so. I’m too tired for anything other than a good night’s sleep.”

He nodded. “If you need to go anywhere, please call or text. Mr. Woodman wouldn’t want you going out alone.”

While I thought his comment odd, I was too tired to question it. I said my goodnight and proceeded into the building. Although halfway up the elevator I did get a brilliant idea. If Alex wasn’t going to be home until late, now would be the perfect time to catch up with Zia. She'd been bugging me for an update on my new love life.

I dug my phone out of my purse and tapped out a message.

So.It turns out I have the night free. You wanna come over?

She answered right away.

Hell yeah.Am I bringing the pizza? And am I going to get all the dirty details?

You’ll bemy best friend forever if you do. Don’t worry about wine. Alex has a few bottles here for you to choose from.And I might be willing to divulge a few things.

Perfect.I can’t wait to hear everything!

I rolledmy eyes at the series of eggplant emoji’s that accompanied her last message. Pretty soon I would be the one having to play matchmaker if she didn’t hook up with someone new soon. Otherwise her constant questions and sexual innuendo’s were going to drive me insane.

Less than an hourlater Zia had arrived. Hugs had been given. Pizza and wine had been consumed and we were now lounging on Alex’s rooftop balcony.

“This is the life,” Zia mumbled, her words slurring slightly from the copious amount of liquor she’d consumed.

We might have gone a little overboard on that front, but when I’d shown myr friend Alex’s wine room, she’d practically swooned.

“I can’t believe Alexander Woodman turned out to be your mystery man. Girl, he’s the shit. Loaded, hot as hell and from what I hear he has the biggest damn dick on the east coast. It’s totally not fair for one man to be so blessed, you know?”

Blood rushed to my face at her mention of Alex’s penis. I did know. Intimately. What I don’t think I wanted to know is how she knew that. I could only imagine what kind of reputation he might have. Especially with women. I wasn’t naïve, how could I be? I’d met the man in a sex club. That kind of said a lot about his experience.

Not that I felt an ounce of judgement over any of that. I’d much rather have a man willing to put his sexual proclivities right there in front of me than discover them down the road when the police come knocking at my door.

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