Page 65 of Whiskey and Regret
“Good girl. I’m leaving work at four. When I get home, I want you in something sexy. No panties. No bra. Ready to obey.” Defiance wanted to leap from my mouth but I was supposed to be quiet. I cleared the unspoken words from my throat and forced a smile so it would come through in my voice.
“You know me better than that, Evander,” I purred. I realized my mistake when Navy’s eyebrows jerked to the top of her forehead.
“I know you must like spankings if you don’t plan on doing what I tell you to.”
“That’s a strong possibility.”
“Do spankings make your pussy wet, Xari?”
My pussy was wet right then.
“Yes,” I answered.
“I knew you’d like getting slapped on that perfect ass. That pretty pussy is wet right now, isn’t it?”
“You know it is.” I smiled down at my hands, trying to shield my face with my shoulder from Navy’s view.
“Before I go, I want you to find a way to tell me who your pussy belongs to without your sister catching on.” I wanted to ask him if his dick got hard making me squirm the way he did. I already knew the answer though. Evander liked making me uncomfortable. He liked making me bend.
A light and airy laugh popped out of my mouth. “I told you, Evander…you can borrow it. No problem. It’s still mine though. I’ll see you when you get home.” I ended the call and in the next second my phone chimed with a text.
DD: You know you fucked up, right? –devil emoji-
I hid the phone and allowed myself a small smile. I was going to be on pins and needles waiting for him to get home and spank me.
I blinked away the lust in my eyes and looked up at my sister who was practically punching me in the face with that intense gaze of hers. “He thinks it’s a great idea,” I said, clasping my hands together. “Now, I need to figure out how much to charge.”
“Xari, I don’t know what conversation you think you just had but I know it wasn’t about playing the harp. Not the way you were blushing and talking. He was saying some nasty stuff on the phone, wasn’t he? Oh my god. You know what…don’t answer that. Senator Freeman has always reminded me of Dad so I can’t see him that way.”
“Reminded you of Dad?” I barked out a laugh. My father was handsome but he wasn’t Evander. I wanted to point out to Navy that our father didn’t have tattoos where Evander was decorated. Dad didn’t have abs of marble and gold even though he worked out regularly. Our father was nothing like Evander Freeman.
“I mean not exactly but yes,” she reasoned. “Now you’re talking dirty to him and screwing him…ugh. This is why we can’t have nice things, Xari.”
“Whatever. You’re reaching. I’m not fucking him.”
“Don’t fall in love, please. I’ve never seen you in love so I don’t know what your range of craziness is and I’m not prepared to find out.”
“I’m not going to fall in love, Navy,” I rolled my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Even the word love made me revolt. I never wanted to fall in love with anyone. I was already in love with music.
“Uh-huh. Whatever. Now, let’s work on this price.”
We spent an hour working out prices and settled on $300.00 per hour. I had to figure in cost for transporting Sunshine to and from different venues along with outfits because let’s be serious. I had to look fabulous.
Once we worked out pricing and I set up a PayPal account with my new business name, Sunshine Strings, I responded to Damon Philips’s message.
Navy looked at me with wide brown eyes that matched my own then she smiled. “I’m so proud of you, Xari! You’re starting to come into your own and it looks good on you. Even if you are fucking Senator Freeman.”
“Oh my god. I’m not,” I giggled.
“You are so fucking him. Where’d this hickey come from?” She poked my neck and I swatted her hand away.
“I burned myself.”
“Liar. Burns don’t look like that. That’s a bruise from broken capillaries under the skin.”
“Oh god, Doctor Oz. Calm down. Why do you have to know where every mark on my body comes from?”
“I don’t. I’m just letting you know that I know what’s going on.” I opened my mouth to protest when my phone chimed with an Instagram notification. Damon responded to my message.
