Page 48 of Devious Eyes
Chapter Sixteen
They’re both here, naked. Blonde hair on one, dark hair on the other, all of it strewn around the sterile white sheets we provide for clients. I cross to the bed and watch them touching themselves, all the time trying to rid myself of her scent and focus on what I have in front of me instead.
Half an hour I’ve been sitting in the corner, watching them while they play with each other and screw around. It’s half an hour I’ve been trying to find some fucking guts to get on with what needs doing, downing more scotch to help.
“Hey, baby,” Jenna says, honey flavoured sounds dripping from her tongue. “You ready now? We’ve been waiting.”
Loretta crawls up the bed until she’s in front of me, dark lips muttering something to me that I barely hear. She reaches for my jacket, lifting it from my shoulders as I bring the scotch to my mouth again. And then Jenna’s there, too, her fingers working buttons on my shirt all the way down to my trousers. I smirk a little, watching as she dips her head down towards the zip, teeth inching over the fabric until she tugs at me and catches my dick between soft lips. I frown at the feeling, gazing at the blonde hair as it bobs along the cloth and tries to tease my dick awake. I’m either too fucking drunk, or too uninterested in whores, neither of which is making the thought of Gabby disappear.
I grab her hair, frustration fuelling my hand harder than it’d normally land. She doesn’t squeal or yelp; she does what good whores do—she moans. She moans and groans like the slut she is as I chuck the bottle and reach into my trousers to get the flaccid weight out. I’ll force it awake, make it do what it needs to, so I can forget and move on.
“Yes, baby,” she says, her tongue lapping around her own lips as I tip her away from me and lean her over the edge of the bed, head hanging downwards. She can take it all for a while, let me use her. I’ll shove in so deep I can watch her throat moving as I fuck into it.
My other hand catches hold of Loretta, tugging her towards the bed so she can go down on this bitch while she sucks my cock.
Fuck women.
The door swings open suddenly, making me turn slowly and glare at whoever the hell it is, hand hovering over Jenna’s neck.
Gabby?
“Get these sluts out of here,” she snaps, hands on her hips and attitude pouring from her frame.
My brow raises, wondering who the fuck she thinks she is, but my dick wakes up instantly. It’s damn irritating. Jenna moves her head, so I hold her in place and continue to stare at Gabby with little sentiment.
She does that to me out there? Shows me nothing? She can have the same given back. See how she likes that shit.
“Turn that ass around and leave,” I eventually reply, bored in tone as I turn back to look at my whores rather than her. “Unless you wanna join in?” I dip down, licking the length of Jenna’s stomach to prove my damn point. “Do you?”
She storms over before I’ve taken another breath, legs crossing the floor with unknown intent until she reaches for Jenna’s hair and tries to drag her away from me.
“We’re talking, Nate. Get rid of them.”
She glares so damn hard it has me standing up and letting go of Jenna for fear of forcing my anger into her neck rather than the one person who deserves my temper.
“Who the hell do you think you are? I told you. Leave.”
“No. You’ll have to fuck them in front of me.” She sneers at both women and walks to a chair. “I thought more of you, though.”What the hell?She sits and crosses her legs as her arms rest calmly beside her. “This is beneath you.”
Both my brows rise, irritation biting into every part of me, as I stare in response, still holding my dick. Beneath me? How would she know what was beneath me, or even dare questioning what I do or when I do it?
“I’m not leaving until we’ve talked, Nate.”
“How did you get in here?” I tuck the fucking thing away, zipping my pants and glaring at her.
“It wasn’t hard. Now, are you fucking? Or are we talking?” I don’t even know what to say to that. My mouth opens, anger, annoyance and arousal mingling to create something I haven’t got a damn clue what to do with. “Quickly. I haven’t got time to mess around.”
“Gabby, I don’t know—”
“Gabriella Alves. That’s the first thing you need to know.” She looks over my chest, and then crosses her legs the other way. “What you saw of me out there was relevant for many reasons, none of which I’m discussing with these sluts in the room.” She looks around me at Jenna, a frown creasing her brow. “Why are you even in here with them anyway? This is the Cane room, only used by the highest bidders or owners.” I say nothing to that, not sure how she even knows, but Loretta laughs a little as she walks to the side of me and wraps an arm around my waist.
Her face hardens, suddenly filled with animosity about something. “Get rid of the sluts.”
I stare, still unsure what the hell to do for the best. She’s come in here, a new name, a new attitude, and yet she still sits there looking as if she could rip my damn heart out with just a few more words if I let her. I shouldn’t. I know that. I should carry on fucking these whores and forgetting, but it’s not in me to want to anymore, certainly not now she’s close enough that I can touch her again.
Jesus.
Eventually, I back away to the other side of the room, my fingers grabbing for the scotch bottle as I go, until I find a chair opposite her and take off my shirt completely.
