Page 33 of Red's Revenge

“Good thing this isn’t my room then.” I enjoy the split second of disappointment in her eyes before she puts on her corporate face.

She shucks off her coat and throws it on the chair in the corner. Grabbing a laptop bag, she unzips it and pulls out a computer before sitting on the bed and opening the device. A few clicks later, she’s spinning the thing so I can see the screen.

“While I was at the airport waiting for a plane that was never coming, I got a very interesting voicemail.” She hits the play button, and the room fills with the sounds of a porno.

At first, I look around, thinking it’s one of Kit’s pranks until the voices start to speak between moans.

I caught only three words in the interaction that made any sense to me.

Doesn’t love me.

The rest needed a little context. I moved her coat and sat in front of her. She turned the computer around and started mumbling while I gathered my questions.

“Is it safe to assume the man speaking was the guy you were going home to? Your boss, correct?” Cami curses while she fusses with the computer but nods at my questions.

“So you aren’t going back to him now?” She pauses and gives me a look that would incinerate a weaker man.

“Just checking, Darlin’.” I lean in with my elbows resting on my knees and clasp my hands together to help me from tumbling her on that fucking bed and ravishing her the way my cock is insisting.

“So it’s safe to say you are no longer involved with him, and I don’t owe you a massive apology for the way I kissed you?” She rolls her eyes this time, and the little gesture makes me grin.

“Keep sassing me, Sugar. I’m keeping count now.” That gets her attention.

“No, that cheating bastard doesn’t deserve me. He never did.” Good enough for me.

I stand and move to the door.

“I’ve been in these boots all day, Darlin’. I’m going to go get more comfortable while you get what you need to show me ready. You might want to do the same. This snow isn’t letting up anytime soon, and I don’t want you on the roads. This room is yours.” She sighs and then yawns.

“Ok, but hurry back.” Yes ma’am.

I tip my imaginary hat as I leave and rush to my own room. I need a cold shower and a pregame wank, or I’ll cum in my pants the next time I get my hands on her.

How long has it been since I got laid? Two or three centuries? If my blue balls had a time of reference, I’m sure that’d be their answer. In reality, it was closer to three weeks. Ever since she got into town, my sex driver has been on overdrive, and just as myengine was revving up with other women, somehow, she ruined it.

It’s like the universe was telling me to fuck her, and who am I to argue against the cosmos?

I quickly empty my pockets as I’m stripping and pulling out the pink disk of pills I stole from her bathroom yesterday. It somehow motivates me to move quickly.

One cold shower and unsatisfying jerk-off session later, I’m making my way back to her room. Shirtless, gray sweats, and barefoot. I’d even skipped my boxers because easy access was the theme of the evening.

When I knocked on the door jamb of the open door, I found the room empty. Frowning, I started to go in search of her when she called out from the bathroom.

“BE RIGHT OUT!” If she was still in the shower, I was going to plant my ass in this chair and wait for the show.

Did she take clothes in with her, or was I going to get treated to a very wet naked Cami in nothing but a towel? As I daydreamed about how I would react, her phone started buzzing on the nightstand where she’d plugged it in to charge.

It rang out and re-started almost immediately.

I stood and glanced at the screen. Oh, hell no. The name Ryan flashed, along with a picture of a pig. I picked up the vibrating device and hit the green button.

“Hello?” At first, no one answers, and I’m about to hang up.

“Where is Ms. Greystone?” Presumptuous prick.

“Busy.” Again, nothing, so I go to hang up.

“Who’s this?” My curiosity gets the better of me, and I need him to say the words.

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