Page 42 of His Little Secret in Discretion
That was smooth, Mr. Porter. I’ll give you that.
Before I could form a reply, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out something small and sleek that made my eyes widen.
“Since your allowance doesn’t seem to be enough—and you didn’t bother to tell me—we’ll do this a different way.”
I licked my lips, pulse quickening. “And how exactly are we going to go about this, Mr. Porter?”
“Rather than an allowance,” he drawled, “I’m giving you a spending cap. While I’m off with Killian getting my ear talked off in pointless meetings, your job is to try and hit that limit.”
His hand slid into my hair, tugging at my scalp until my neck arched, open to his teasing bites.
“How am I supposed to do that?” I asked breathlessly.
“You’ll figure it out, baby.”
A whimper caught in my throat as his eyes locked on mine, his smile dark and tempting, proud of how easily he had me unraveling.
“After that,” he murmured, “you’ll give me a little show. Let me see how pretty my baby looks when she’s spent every dime for me.”
I rolled my eyes at his words but kissed him anyway, my hands on either side of his face. He hummed, pulling me closer before flipping me beneath him against the cushion. His teeth grazed my neck, his grip firm at my waist as I squirmed and giggled, trying to push him off.
Of all the things I liked about Blaine, maybe the most dangerous was that he didn’t pry. He knew I was paying someone with the money he gave me, but instead of demanding answers, he just found ways to give me more.
These days… freedom looked a lot like black cards and private jets—and for once, I wasn’t ashamed to take it.
Chapter sixteen
Maia
Arriving at Blaine’s private penthouse, I drifted through the space in silence before stopping at the window, staring out over the city.
The view stretched wide—rows of stone buildings, narrow winding streets, the occasional red bus slipping through traffic. Fog hung low over the roads, softening the edges of everything.
People in long coats walked with their heads down, coffees in hand, moving with purpose but no real urgency. It wasn’t the kind of city view I was used to. This felt quieter. Calmer. Even if it had its own version of chaos.
I was still thinking it all might be a dream. Still in awe of everything since I stepped onto his plane.
Instead, I was here—in Blaine’s penthouse. Walking barefoot across polished floors, staring at a life I didn’t recognize. A view I hadn’t earned.
Blaine strolled over, eyes glued to his phone, and let out a heavy sigh.
“I have to be across town in an hour. Meeting with Killian to sort out this mess with Calvin might take a while… especiallyif he tries cramming more things into my already packed schedule.”
“You follow a schedule, Mr. Porter? That doesn’t sound right…” I teased, looping my arms around his neck as his hands settled on my waist.
“I follow a very strict schedule, Sunshine. Scheduled naps. Scheduled meals and snacks. And you, of course, right at the top of the list. But in times of crisis…” He lowered his voice dramatically. “…Lucifer must come first.”
I giggled as he pressed a kiss to my collarbone.
“Don’t get on Killian’s bad side, okay? I don’t want to risk us getting caught,” I warned.
“Do you really doubt my ability to lie and keep a secret from him, Sunshine?” he asked, and I gave him a look that said everything.
He sighed in defeat. “What a shame. I don’t even believe in myself.”
That had me laughing again as I kissed him once more before letting him go get ready.
After he left, I unpacked a few things, then changed into a simple long-sleeve, jeans, and heels. Purse in hand, I headed down to the lobby—only to stop short at a peculiar sight.
