Page 30 of Power Play Rivals

The thought still lingers in my mind as we step into her apartment, and I’m yet again confronted by another one of her many contradictions.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it was never this.

Her spacious living room is warm and inviting, with soft, plush furniture in shades of cream and pale pink. In one corner sits a large, comfortable sofa with cozy throw blankets and throw pillows scattered about. A soft area rug with a subtle floral pattern ties the seating area together, adding a touch of femininity to the space. A coffee table in a distressed white finish sits in front of the sofa, adorned with a stack of books and a vase of fresh flowers.

The walls are painted in a soothing, light gray, displaying a few pieces of art in delicate frames, adding a personal touch to the area. A few potted plants and fresh greenery bring life and vibrance to the room, making it feel like a peaceful oasis.

Overall, Piper’s living room exudes a sense of comfort and warmth, everything I know her not to be.

Somehow, I pictured her living under bold colors, like the almighty red and black, so I’m a little surprised to see such warmth when Piper has made it a point to only show coldness.

“I’m going to make myself a drink,” she says, taking off her jacket and walking over to the other side of the room where a large white marble island separates her living room space from her kitchen area.

I take off my leather jacket and drape it next to hers over the couch while keeping a vigilant eye on her as she takes out a vodka bottle from her fridge and pours it into a glass.

“Would you like anything to drink or eat?” she says, unwilling to make eye contact with me for some reason.

“Piper,” I start poignantly.

“Yes?”

“I’m not a guest. I’m not here for you to entertain me with idle conversation over drinks and hors d’oeuvres.”

This gets the sparkle back in her eyes.

“Oh, no?” she taunts, looking like she’s back to being the girl I just fingerbanged in the elevator.

“No.” I shake my head before taking a seat on her sofa. “I’m here for one thing and one thing only.”

“And what is that?” Her eyes smolder.

“Sit on my lap, kitten, and find out.”

But as she starts to walk in my direction, I hold out my hand to stop her in her tracks.

“On second thought… crawl to me.”

“I beg your fucking pardon?” she says, astounded by my request.

“You heard me, kitten. As you were so diligent in reminding me, tonight is all we have. So, if that’s true, then I’m going to make sure it’ll be a night you never forget.”

That we will never forget.

“If you think I’m going to take orders from you in my own home, Trent Nichols, then you’re gravely mistaken,” she says, but there’s the gleam of curiosity in her light eyes that fuels me to call her bluff.

“Fair enough,” I say before getting up from my seat, pretending to be ready to leave.

“Wait,” she says, chewing on her lower lip, hating that she’s even entertaining it.

“I’ll wait as long as you need me to. But one way or another, you will crawl for me tonight. That is, if you still want me to fuck you.” I slouch back into my seat and spread my legs.

“From where I’m standing, you’re the one who comes out on top in all of this. What do I get in return?”

“Aside from multiple orgasms, you mean?” I counter smugly.

“God, you’re arrogant.” She rolls her eyes.

“True. Doesn’t make what I said untrue, though. Try me and see.”

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