Page 70 of Billionaire's Promise
Archer had driven me to work, then brought me here. I’d told him he could leave, that I could take the tube home, but of course, he wasn’t having any of it. He’d told me that Mr. Masters had ordered him to stay with me at all times. Ugh! Of course, Baron had to have a strong dominant surname. And of course, I had allowed him to fuck me in the arse, without even finding out what his full name was. I hunch my shoulders.
What does that say about me? Am I doomed to forever fall for the wrong man? Am I such a slut that one whiff of the right peen and I can’t think of anything but to how to get it between my legs? My core clenches and my toes curl. And boy, oh, boy, both peens had been works of art. Big and thick and broad enough to stretch me in the most delicious way possible…Gah, stop that.
"Ava?" Victoria has a concerned look on her face. "You okay?"
"Yes, of course." I shake my head to clear it, as if that’s going to help. I can still smell Baron’s dark scent, feel the hardness of his chest pressed against my back as he’d bent over me and—
"Ava!" Isla snaps her fingers in front of me.
"What?” I jerk. "What happened?"
"Apparently, Baron happened," she drawls.
"Stop that," I scold her. "Uh, can I get something to drink?"
"Of course." Summer pours frozen margarita into a soup bowl—erm, I mean, a glass—and hands it to me. No, seriously, these are so huge I have to wrap both of my hands around the circumference of the glass to hold it up… Just like I had wrapped my fingers around his dick and—
"Hello, earth to Ava," Isla sing-songs.
I frown at her. "Yes, yes, I am listening."
"Are you, though?" She scowls. "Your head seems to be somewhere else… Maybe the rest of your body too?" She smirks
"Oh, shut up." I bring the glass to my mouth, sip it. The fruity taste of melon and strawberries, laced with the pungent kick of the tequila, fills my palate. "Yum," I smack my lips, "these are deadly."
"Enjoy." Victoria raises her mocktail glass.
"Have another on my behalf." Karina nods.
"You’re not drinking." I frown.
"No, and no I am not pregnant…yet," she continues, "but yeah, I am trying and," she raises her shoulders, "it’s no secret that I want a baby so badly that I tried to get artificially inseminated—"
"Instead, thanks to Arpad, you found that doing it the real way is more fun." Julia laughs.
"Oh, you have no idea." Karina’s eyes twinkle.
"I do, actually," Summer mutters. "It was a lot of fun…but wait until the morning sickness kicks in." She shakes her head. "It can be a bummer."
"I know, right?" Victoria turns to me. "Thankfully, I haven’t suffered too much, but apparently, for some women it lasts the entire pregnancy, and—" She squeaks, "Wait, what? You’re pregnant too?"
Summer beams, her features lighting up.
"OMG!" Julia jumps to her feet and rushes over to Summer, "You’re having a baby? Oh, wow!" She hugs Summer, who laughs.
"Yeah, I only just found out," she says. "I couldn’t wait to tell you guys."
"Congratulations," Karina walks over to her, "I am so excited for you, Summer, I really am."
"Thank you." Summer turns to Karina. She takes Karina’s hand between both of hers. "Your turn will come, I promise."
"I am sure it will, if Arpad has anything to do with it," she mutters.
Summer laughs. "Enjoy it, babe. Once you’re pregnant, he’ll change."
"What do you mean?" Karina frowns.
"I mean, he’ll want to wrap you up in cotton wool—"
