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I understood what she meant, but it was harder to actually do.

“And for what it’s worth, Jai isn’t looking for anything serious, either. So maybe he’s the perfect person to give you what you need without a commitment.”

I eyed her warily, before staring into the abyss of the mug between my hands. “Perhaps.”

Her voice echoed in my ears as I concentrated on the brown swirls of left-over spice grit on the surface of the tan liquid. “Your mother wouldn’t want a life of solitude for you. Don’t keep yourself from living just because she’s dead.”

As much as I hated to hear it, she was probably right.

Chapter X

Jai

“Is this how you like it, Daddy?”

A curtain of long chocolate-brown hair covered my pelvis as I felt lips wrap firmly around my dick. Leaning back on the couch, I watched her head bob quickly up and down as she pumped my shaft with strong suction. Her mouth usually knew how to work its magic on me, but right now it didn’t feel like enough.

One persuasive suck made me groan, more from pain than from the pleasure I usually felt when she went hard.

Sensing something was off, she released me with a pop, glancing up to gauge my interest. Before she could open her mouth to cloud my ears with questions, I pushed her head back down over my crotch. She took me again, throwing her whole body into it this time, undulating her hips to the bass of the music blaring from the first floor of the hotel suite.

We had been at this for a while now, and I had some work to get back to before the night was over. I checked my watch to see how much more time I could spare.

My sigh of annoyance made Cassandra look up at me again. Her lips were swollen from thejobshe aspired to accomplish. Instead of the overly drawn lips smeared in red lipstick that were in front of me, I saw full pink lips reminiscent of those that had been sucking on a strawberry popsicle. They had been shaped into a perfect O only last night as I unleashed pleasure on their owner.

Expecting the intoxicating sound of that mouth’s moan, I heard a high-pitched, nagging voice instead. “What’s wrong, baby? Making me work for it tonight?” A shrill of a laugh escaped her. “I know what you need.”

She stood up from the floor and dipped her finger in my glass of scotch on the table next to the couch. Laving her pussy lips with the amber liquid, she positioned her knees on either side of me on the couch and then placed her hands on my knees, with her flesh exposed right in front of my face. She knew I was an ass man. The smell of liquor mixed with arousal was heady, but only the first half of the combination was appealing to me. My sense of smell longed for my new favorite fragrance—honey. Honey that made your fingers stick together in sweetness.

I felt a wet tongue slip over my head as her hips swayed in front of me, begging for me to return the sentiment on the skin before me. My hands grasped her legs, but I refused to taste the platter presented.

Blood rushed to my groin as I imagined toned ass cheeks in front of me, hiding the softest folds of skin between them. “There he is,” the foreign voice teased.

She readjusted herself so she was facing me again, my dick aiming straight for her entrance. She worked me with her hand, spreading what little precum that had beaded on the tip around my head. Satisfied with her work, she ripped the package of a condom open and rolled it onto me. Before sliding down my length, she purred, “Baby girl likes when Daddy fills me up.”

My eyes flashed to hers, searching for crystal blue ones like I had seen through hooded lids when their owner whispered my name before reaching ecstasy. Instead, all I found were green ones rimmed with brown, indicating the presence of colored contact lenses. She had never referred to herself this way before and I had only ever used the name for one other person before. This wasn’tmybaby girl.What the fuck was I doing?

Like cold water had been splashed on my face, I shot up. “Get off.”

My tone made her body jump with surprise since I had never spoken to her that way. “What?”

“I said, get off.”

She pawed at my chest, desperate to settle me. “Just give me a chance to—”

“Leave, now,” I roared.

She climbed off me and slid on her dress, still in shock that I had rejected her. Without pushing me further, she slinked out of the room.

I pulled on my boxers and pants angrily. Rage pulsed through my veins. Cassandra hadn’t deserved that. She had always been there for me when I needed sex, and I usually enjoyed her company. But tonight, my irritation was unrelenting. No one was safe from my temper.

My foot smashed into the side table, sending glass flying and scotch spilling everywhere. Collapsing onto the couch, I gripped my hair, elbows on my knees wondering what the hell had just happened. Nothing satisfied me anymore. The restlessness that I felt ate away at me, making it impossible to think clearly.

I clenched my fist, ready to punch the wall behind my head, when my phone vibrated, stopping me in my tracks.

Studying the screen, I read the message that had come through.

Hi.

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