“Oh, I know. I’m still waiting on the day.” Eric is going to get himself all torn up over one of his conquests; it’s only a matter of time.
Chapter Eight
Kristyn
His house is decadent. It’s triple the size of the home I share with my dad. I feel out of my depth as I wander around the modern rooms. I’m still in my work clothes, but I follow Levi’s directions, finding the bedroom he told me about.
When I step inside, I can’t stifle a gasp. This is purely exquisite. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A small balcony overlooking the ocean. I move toward the doors and slide them open. The fresh air is intoxicating as I inhale it. The view is spectacular, which only hurts my heart. I wish my dad could see how beautiful this is.
Shaking the sadness from my mind, I head back inside and take in the king-sized bed with a navy-blue comforter which looks more expensive than anything I own. There are four posts on either corner, and I picture myself being bound by Mr. Kingston while he devours every inch of my body.
Once more, I’m tempted to touch myself, but his orders were clear. I’m meant to change into the lingerie on the bed and wait for him in the living room.
The soft silk corset and panties are elegant, yet so beautifully sexy. They’re nothing like I imagined. When he told me what he wanted, I figured he was a filthy old man. This is utterly luxurious.
My mind is lost in thought when my phone pings from my purse. I pull it out and unlock the screen to find a message from Levi.
I trust you like the gift. I can’t wait to see those curves decked in silk.
Reading the message again and again, I find a happy smile curving my lips. I may have a bigger bank account because I agreed to this, but my heart has a different idea. I’m enjoying Levi’s games, his filthy words, but I can’t allow myself to fall.
This is temporary, and I don’t want more heartache in my life. There’s only so much I can handle. Unzipping my skirt, I make quick work of changing into the panties. Once they’re snug around my hips, I manage to get the corset on and tied. Thankfully, it’s easier than I envisioned. When I take a quick glance in the mirror, I don’t recognize the woman staring back at me.
“Perfect,” a deep voice comes from the doorway, causing me to yelp with fright. My head spins, finding Levi leaning against the doorjamb. His arms are folded across his chest, his tie is gone, and the shirt he’s wearing is unbuttoned just enough to tease me with a glimpse of his smooth, tanned skin.
His dark hair is messy. It stands in every direction, and I wonder how many times he’s raked his fingers through it.
“How was the rest of your meeting?” I turn to him, offering him a full view of my body. His gaze roves over me, from my long chestnut waves down to the suede open-toe heels I’m wearing. The bright pink on my toes pops against the dark material of my shoe.
His tongue darts out, licking at his full lips. When his eyes land on mine once more, he smirks. “You look good enough to eat,” he says, ignoring my question. “When I come home, I don’t want to talk work. When I’m alone with you, it’s just us—your beautiful body either beneath mine, over mine, or against mine. Either way, when we’re in this house, I’ll be fucking you anywhere I like.”
“What about your son?” I question easily. The story I’ve heard is Levi’s wife died years ago, and ever since, he’s been alone, raising Ethan, his eighteen-year-old son. I wonder if this whole ruse is just for him to have company. As soon as I think it, I know it’s a lie. This man could have any woman. Why me?
“He’s away on a school trip. It’s just us, my sweet Kismet,” he quips. Those dark eyes meet mine in a searing gaze. The way he’s looking at me, I’m sure dinner will be delayed.
“And I’m meant to be your babysitter?” I tease, stalking closer to him, finding confidence from the power I hold over him. In the office, he’s the boss, but in here, I have a feeling I can exert some of my power.
“Darling, the only thing you’ll be sitting is my cock.” He grips my hips, tugging me harshly against his solid frame. His body is deliciously toned, the muscles flexing under the material of his shirt. “Tonight, you’ll be my escort to a business meeting. You’ll wear the silver dress hanging in the walk-in closet. Leave the lingerie under. I’ll be tearing it all off when we get back, then I’ll fuck you ‘til you can’t stand.”
Smirking, he turns, leaving me gaping at his broad shoulders. My body eagerly responds to his alpha display. I want Levi. I really do. What worries me is what happens when he’s tired of me.
Sighing, I head toward the closet and find the dress in question. It’s sleek, silky, and has a beautiful neckline embroidered with diamante that shimmer under the low lights in the closet. There are many more dresses hanging on the silver rails, but this one is definitely elegant and beautiful.
I take my time slipping into the delicate material, which seems to hug my curves. The feminine cut is low at the back with a scoop neck that shows just enough cleavage for a business dinner, but also to taunt Levi with.
Smiling at my reflection, I shut the door and head out of the bedroom. When I hear soft music playing downstairs, I follow the sound, which leads me to the living room where Levi is standing in a black suit tailored to his frame.
“I’m ready,” I utter almost shyly.
He spins on his heel, finding me at the entrance to the large room. His eyes widen, and I suddenly feel nervous at the way he’s regarding me.
“You are perfection, you know that?” He closes the distance between us, pulling me into his arms. Gently, his lips plant a soft kiss on my head. “And you’re all mine.”
I smile at the sweetness of the moment. This man will be my undoing.
Chapter Nine
Levi
The restaurant is full of men in suits with beautiful women in the latest designer clothes draped over them. Dresses so beautiful, any man would be completely intoxicated by the elegance in the room.
When we reach the table, the hostess sets the menus down. I pull out Kristyn’s chair, ensuring she’s seated beside me. I want her close for what I have in mind. This is a little test to see how much she’s willing to put up with.
The waiter appears, takes our drinks order, and leaves. I’m staring at the menu when Brent arrives with a woman who’s not his wife clinging to him like a second skin. Her blonde hair and big green eyes are made up for a night out on the town.
She’s dressed like a common whore in a dress so short, I’m sure I catch a glimpse of her cunt beneath the hemline. It wouldn’t surprise me if she weren’t wearing any panties. Her lips are fake, blown up by Botox. She’s fake, plastic—someone Pearson would love to stick his dick in.
“Levi,” Brent smirks. “This is Gigi.” She smiles, shaking my hand.
“This is Kristyn,” I introduce my girl. I’m proud to be beside her. Knowing she’s as filthy as she is elegant. I love a naughty woman, but when she’s out in public, she’ll dress like a lady. However, when I get her alone, that’s another story.