Page 16 of Sacred Vow
“Get fucked,” he says. “If you’re gonna start talking like that, I’ll have no choice but to bend you over and beat it out of you.”
“Wow,” I say, making a show of fanning myself. “Keep talking like that and I might just let you.”
Zephyr grins and reaches for the lock on the stall door. “Did we just become best friends?”
I grin right back at him, knowing this man is about to be someone I’ll cherish for the rest of my life. “I think we did, now stop being such a sentimental asshat and get me a burger. This girl’s gotta eat.”
5
TILLY
“Holy fucking shit,” I say, gazing up at the huge mansion as Zephyr turns into the driveway. It’s a sprawling French country-style home with a circular driveway coiling around a beautiful water fountain. It’s absolutely stunning, and all I can do is gape in shock. It’s hidden within the hills of LA, only a twenty-minute drive from the college campus, and it’s everything I would love to build for myself one day.
There’s no way this is Zephyr’s house. I mean sure, he’s wearing designer brands, a rolex, and has a luxury sports car, but this house? There’s no way. He doesn’t strike me as the type to live in a home like this. I picture him as more of a penthouse kind of guy that has a revolving door for all his conquests to stride in and out on a rotating roster.
“You like it?” Zephyr says, glancing over at me as he makes his way up the long driveway, one hand on the steering wheel, the other hanging out the open window.
“Like it?” I question. “I love it. This is literally insane. Is it really yours?”
“Sure is.”
A laugh bubbles up my throat as he brings the car to a stop at the top of the driveway. “Do you use this place to try and impress women?”
“Of course,” he says with a scoff, as though I should have known better, and honestly, he’s got me there. I should have.
Pushing out of the car, I glance back at the man who just rocked my world and then fed me the best burger I’ve ever eaten. “Does it work?” I ask, meeting his eye over the top of his car.
Zephyr gives me a blank stare. “The fuck? What kind of stupid question is that? Of course it works,” he says. “Girls wanna fuck just as much as guys do, and if they think they’re bagging a rich dude, they’ll fuck even harder. It’s a win-win situation.”
He locks the car and makes his way around to the oversized front door, and I follow his lead. “You don’t feel used?”
He shrugs. “Sometimes, but what does it matter? It’s not as though I’m not using them right back. If they’re eager enough to get on their knees and suck my dick in the hopes of getting paid, then they’re not worth anything to me anyway, so there’s nothing to feel bad about.”
“Wow. I feel so honored to not have been booted out of the bathroom stall.”
Zephyr rolls his eyes and laughs. “You should. There’s only a select handful of women I’ve invited for round two. You’re one of the special ones, Tilly.”
“Oh my god. I hope you have party hats and streamers inside. I expect a party. Let the world know, I’m one of Zephyr’s special ones!”
“First off, it’s just Zeph. And second, I know you’re trying to fuck with me right now, and because you only just met me, you don’t fully understand just how big of a deal it is to make it asone of my special ones. You’re a top contender, Tilly. And that’s saying a lot because I have extremely high standards. Consider yourself a sexual deviant,” he tells me. “Besides, when my hand closed around your throat, I saw something wild in your eyes, and something tells me I haven’t even scratched the surface of that yet. I wanna find out what makes you scream.”
I scoff as he unlocks the door and waves me in. “To be honest, I’m not sure you can handle it.”
He scoffs right back. “You’ve got no idea, babe.”
“Doesbabereally have to be a thing?” I ask, walking into the foyer and coming to a standstill to take it all in. “Holy mother of sweet baby Jesus. You know what? Fuck it. You can call me whatever you like.”
Zeph laughs and indicates with a tilt of his head to follow him. “Come on. I’ll give you the grand tour.”
He shows me the whole property. The three living spaces, the upstairs bedrooms, and out to the pool and entertaining areas. By the time we’re walking back inside, nearly an hour has passed, and the sun is just starting to make its descent. But one thing is for sure, this house is so much more than I originally thought. Call me a sucker for interior design and architecture. If I didn’t go into psychology, that would have been my plan B. Or C. You know, right after I nailed the art of brazilian waxing.
We make our way into the open living room, and as I make myself comfortable on the oversized couch, Zeph walks over to the bar. “Can I get you a drink?” he asks, already placing two tumblers onto the counter.
“Oh sure. Just a vodka orange with ice,” I say as a weird whirring sounds discreetly through the house. “What’s that noise?”
“What noi—oh shit,” Zeph sighs, a sheepish expression crossing his face. “That’s my dad. I didn’t realize he’d be home so early.”
“Your dad?” I question as a wide smirk stretches across my lips. “And here I was thinking this was your place. You wouldn’t have been a naughty, naughty boy and lied to impress me, would you?”
