Page 36 of Bully

No, the part that I was stuck on was not recognizing it was him while it was happening.

Because I couldn’t get him off my mind the entire time, sometimes even imagining him as the John I was enjoying at that time, and it had made me feel sick to my stomach that I was objectifying the act with thoughts of my broody boss. Then he articulated the last thing he said.

And I knew.

I fuckingknew.

Right before he walked out of the room completely, I got free from the privacy bench and saw him leave, glancing over his shoulder at me with those intense blue eyes before he disappeared completely.

He left so fast, knowing I was on to him, he didn’t even put his shirt on, leaving in just his pants.

Dear. Fucking. God.

That man was sinful in a business suit with the parts and pieces of tattoos peeking out above his collar and on the backs of his hands but seeing his exposed back as he fled.

Jesus.

He was covered in delicious black ink and muscles and every time I closed my eyes since that moment; I saw him with the swirly black art and those piercing blue eyes.

I was officially crazed by it.

By him.

Hence why even bottomless mimosas and carb overloaded brunch wasn’t keeping my attention.

Val smirked at me again, as I tried to remember all the messages he sent to me via payments since I blocked him every other way.

The night of the private event had been mild, as he threatened me with sexual tension and sass, paying me large amounts of money to unblock him.

And then two days passed after that night before he reached out again. It had been almost four in the morning when my phone pinged with a new payment alert and his veiled message attached.

I’d pay the fee twice over again. + $1,000.00

He didn’t say sorry. Or apologize for deceiving me. Hell, he didn’t even acknowledge that he was an unhinged bastard that slept with me using lies and obvious connections to get what he wanted. Tamen simply threw more money at me with his own deranged version of praise.

Did it mean he liked it? As much as I did?

Because that was the part that kept me up at night.

I loved what he did to my body. I loved the way he made me feel as he controlled the situation. Yet with other men, I usually rolled my eyes in secret and laughed at their pathetic egos when they tried to use fake power against me when they hired me.

Not with him, though. Not with Tamen. With him, I craved it.

“Sloane!” Trixie snapped her fingers dramatically, bringing me back, again. “Are you really going to sit there and act like we aren’t watching the most interesting show in the world right in front of us?”

I sighed and took another large sip of mimosa, “I have no fucking clue what’s going on, or what you’re watching, or what I’m doing.” I shrugged, “I’m out of touch over here.”

“Damn.” Raven whistled, leaning back in her chair to stare at me. “It’s always the broken ones that fuck us up the most.”

I scoffed with wide eyes, “You’re right about that.”

“So, what happened between you two?” Val asked, digging for more information. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I could trust her with anything related to Tamen, considering their night together the night he closed down the Den and changed it over to Prism. Not that I cared in the least that they were together physically, that didn’t bother me in the least. But I didn’t know her feelings toward him, personally or professionally, and I wasn’t going to expose mine when I didn’t even understand them.

“We hate each other.” I shrugged, remembering the last payment he made late last night.

I think I hate you as much as you hate me. + $5,000.00

I didn’t hate him nearly as much as I wanted to, but no one needed to know that.

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