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My first shot of cum landed on her chin.

She didn’t even flinch.

My second and third shots landed between her breasts.

I stepped under the water and quickly rinsed off. She was looking up at me like I was her fucking God. That’s right. She would worship me on her knees whenever I asked. Because I owned her now.

Chapter Fifty

Bee

“You look different,” Kendra said as I sat down in her cubicle to eat lunch with her.

“I don’t know what you mean by that.” I unwrapped the granola bar I had bought from the vending machine and avoided her gaze. I had been distracted all morning. The more time that passed, the more it seemed like Mason was a dream.

“You look all happy.”

“I think I look normal.”

“Not to burst your bubble, Bee, but you usually don’t look this happy at work.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I had a good weekend.”

“Oh my God, you had sex with him, didn’t you?”

“Kendra, can you please keep your voice down?”

“You did. Bee!” She put her hand on my arm. “Give me all the details. Was he big? God, I bet he was big. Where did you do it? Please tell me you got to see where he lives. I’ve always wanted to stay at Trump International.”

“Why do you know where he lives?”

“Oh.” Kendra laughed. “Just a guess.” She took a huge bite of her sandwich.

“Did you look him up?”

“Eh. Marie told me that you went to the Silver Gala this weekend. And I knew Mason was rich, but I didn’t know he was that rich.”

“That doesn’t really answer my question.”

“Fine, okay? I did some very light snooping. It’s not a big deal.” She smiled at me and shifted in her seat slightly. “Do you want to know what I found out?”

“No.” Yes?

“Are you sure?”

“What, is it weird? It’s probably weird, right?”

She laughed. “No.”

I bit my lip. “Okay, tell me.”

“First tell me how good he was in bed.”

I shoved the rest of the granola bar into my mouth.

“So good you can’t even talk about it? I’m so jealous.”

“I think my body is addicted to him.”

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