Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I think part of it might be that Asher is clean cut. He’d been excited about taking me to Costco, which was so damn sweet.
Once I got to know him today, I realized he’s not some playboy. He’s also not someone that would ever pay for sex. The man is clearly devoted to his work because he hasn’t even taken the time to buy furniture for his fancy condo. The idea that I could get him to blur those lines and do something he normally wouldn’t because he wants me so badly not only turned me on, but it also made me feel wanted. That’s a feeling that’s so foreign to me.
My phone sends a text alert, and I grab it, thinking it’s Asher. Once I look at the screen, I quickly remember I’d forgotten to give him my number. Damn it. I swear on his way out he’d mentioned something about seeing me tomorrow, but I don’t recall us saying we were doing anything. I know he teased me about holding the food hostage, but I thought that was a joke. We didn’t exchange numbers for some stupid reason, but maybe it’s because we were so preoccupied with just having fun?
Doubt starts to creep in. If he really wanted to meet up, he would have asked for my number. Now it’s not really possible. After spending the day with me, maybe he’s changed his mind about wanting more. Now he could drop off until I’m forced back around him through Parker. Then he could pretend none of it happened.
Maybe he hadn’t felt what I had in those kisses. I reach up, touching my tingling lips and already missing him. The man had stolen my breath, and never in my life did I think kisses could be that all-consuming. If not for being interrupted, I bet I would have let Asher take things as far as he wanted.
I was so lost in him that everything else ceased to matter. No wonder Parker had fallen so hard for Samuel. Before today, I was still having a hard time wrapping my mind around their whirlwind relationship. Now I can understand how someone could get lost so easily in that passion.
It might be a good thing if Asher changed his mind. I don’t think it would take much for me to fall in love with that man. My phone chimes again in my hand.
Unknown Number: You’re late.
Shit. I check the time and see that I am.
Unknown Number: I’ll pay you $500 if you wear a sweater this time.
Me: Deal.
That’s an easy one to agree to. I hadn’t been comfortable in the low-cut top I’d worn before. I flip on my screens and get myself ready quickly.
The next two hours drag by, and I’m distracted not only by thoughts of Asher but my mysterious new sugar daddy. Going off the few messages I’ve gotten from him, he’s possessive, and he doesn’t want to share me.
Seconds after I sign out of the game, my phone starts to go off again, letting me know he was watching me while I streamed. I save his number into my phone.
Sugar Daddy: You were a very good girl tonight. Did you have a good lunch?
Shit. I press my thighs together. Why does his praise cause such a reaction?
Me: I loved my lunch. Thank you.
Sugar Daddy: You’re very welcome. Now tell me. Are you messaging with anyone else?
Me: I message with lots of people.
I fire back the text knowing it’s going to push his buttons. It should freak me out that this person seems so possessive, but it doesn’t. At least he bothered to get my number.
Sugar Daddy: Is anyone else giving you money?
Me: No money.
A Costco card and food yes. Not sure that counts, so I keep that to myself.
Sugar Daddy: I’m going to ask you three questions, baby girl. I want honest answers. I’ll give you $100 a question. Then I want a goodnight picture of you in bed. It’s late. You need your rest.
Me: Deal.
I smile. Why am I enjoying this so much? I get up and start getting ready for bed. This man is willing to pay to ask me questions. Still, a part of me feels a trace of guilt. I don’t know what Asher and I are, and we might not be anything. For all I know, I won’t hear from him tomorrow.
Sugar Daddy: Are you messaging with anyone the way you are with me?
Me: No.
That one is easy. The only person I want to be messaging with doesn’t have my number.
Sugar Daddy: Good girl.
Sugar Daddy: Why do you need money so badly?
Me: One of my scholarships fell through.
Sugar Daddy: Are you a virgin?
Me: Yes.
Sugar Daddy: Into bed you go.
I crawl into my bed, pulling the blanket over me. I roll to my side and take a picture. It’s not sexy in the least, and I hit send, curious what his response will be to it.