Page 12 of One Wild Night

“I wanted a chance to win that fucking car of his that my father bought him, and the only thing worth betting against that, was a weekend with you. The odds were heavily in my favor. I mean, he had to roll a seven or eleven. Two numbers out of twelve. I didn’t think he’d roll an eleven, but he did. I mean...what are the chances, right?”

“Wait...WHAT?” Did I hear him right? Did he really just admit to betting me so he could win a fucking car? Granted, it was a hot ass car, but it was still just some shaped aluminum on four wheels. “You bet me for a chance to win a fucking car? AND YOU LOST!?” I stood from the table in a huff and shoved my way past his men to get to the door. When Adam reached for my arm to stop me, I rounded on him.

“Get your fucking hand off me, you asshole!” I then turned to Tony. “If you thought that I would be okay with being put up as a bet, you were dead fucking wrong. I’m leaving, and if you want to cling to any chance at saving our relationship, you’ll let me walk out that door without a fight. You did this, Tony, so don’t even try to put it on me. Stay the fuck away from me for a little while and give me a chance to cool off. Then we can talk.”

Without another word, I walked out the door of the restaurant, past Tony’s SUV, and to the end of the block. Pulling out my cell phone, I called Libby, who picked me up and took me back to the mansion. Tony was nowhere to be seen, so I could only assume he was off fucking one of his whores. That was fine with me, because as bad as it sounded, I was glad he was working his aggression out on someone other than me. The bruise on my face was already going to be hard enough to cover tomorrow. I didn’t need to worry about hiding other marks, either.

Making my way to our room, I locked the door behind me, and then fell into bed fully dressed. I don’t know how long I lay there, but my mind was reeling. My boyfriend of two damn years had admitted tonight to putting me up as collateral for a bet with Ryan...and losing.

A week later, I was still giving Tony the cold shoulder. Maybe it was petty of me, but I just couldn’t get over the fact that he had put me up in a fucking bet. He said he loved me, yet he was willing to trade me for a chance to win Ryan’s car. What did that say?

During that week, I warred with myself on whether or not I wanted to even go through with it. I knew Ryan was waiting for an answer; I just had to decide if spending the weekend with him was something I could actually do.

The truth was, I knew all along that I wanted it. The problem was...I just wasn’t the type of woman to sleep around. My father had always accused me of being a whore, and I didn’t want to make him right. Still, if Tony got to fuck around, why shouldn’t I? It was just one person, and that person happened to be someone I was deeply attracted to.

With Ryan, I felt powerful. I felt like he would offer the world up on a silver platter if he could, and be truly genuine about it. The way he always looked at me...it was as if I was the last woman in the world. His gaze was hungry, and despite the countless beautiful women that came and went in his life, I was the only one he looked at like he wanted to devour. Still, he never disrespected me. He never yelled at me or raised a hand to me, and he was the first one to defend and protect me when I was in trouble. That meant something, and was definitely a deciding factor in my decision.

I clearly remembered the night I told him I would do it. He had just come in from a smoke break as I was walking to the locker room, so I made a detour and followed him into his office. I had been in there several times in the past, but never with the door closed. The conversation we needed to have, however, required privacy.

Ryan walked behind his desk and took a seat, eyeing me carefully the entire time. “What can I do for you, Trixie?” he questioned when I just stood there and stared at him.

With my eyes locked on his, I stepped away from the door and walked closer to him, stopping just in front of his desk. Still in my stage outfit, I gave him an eyeful as I leaned over and placed my hands down in front of me. His eyes instantly found my cleavage, which I knew they would.

“Tony told me about your little bet, Ryan.” Watching him gulp heavily was quite satisfying, and I used his nerves to my advantage. “Me saying over and over that I wouldn’t fuck you wasn’t enough? You had to go and get my boyfriend to put me up in a fucking bet, huh?”

He quickly rose from his chair. “Trixie, it wasn’t like that. I uh...um...I...”

“Just stop!” I interrupted, holding my hand up to silence him. “I don’t want to hear your fucking excuses, Ryan.” He looked up and met my eyes, and it was all I could do to keep from smiling. He seriously thought I was mad at him. “You just better make damn sure it’s worth it.”

When his eyes widened, I smirked. “Wait...are you saying...?”

“Yes, Ryan. You can have your weekend, but I do have to warn you...” I watched him gulp as he waited for me to continue. “I’m not easily satisfied.”

Without another word, I turned around and walked out of his office, leaving him to think about what I’d just said.

Several days later, I met Ryan outside the club. He was smoking a cigarette, and judging by the pile of butts at his feet, he had already had several.

I loved fucking with him. It was fun to do, really. He got flustered so easily, and it was flattering. I’d always had an effect on him, and let’s just say I used that to my advantage quite often.

Even more so lately. The night in the alley was no exception.

When Ryan told me the choice was mine—that he wouldn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do—it melted my heart. The look on his face when I told him it was the only chance I’d ever have to fuck him was priceless. As was the fact he was clearly turned on that I licked my lips while stripping him with my eyes.

I wanted to have my fun with Ryan, and I was done trying to hide it. Sure, we were alone in the alley so no one saw our interaction, but that didn’t matter. Ryan’s reaction told me all I needed to know. He wasn’t willing to force me into anything, which was more than I could say for Tony, and that made me want him even more. All that was left was to work out the details.

Knowing that Tony was out of town for the weekend, I suggested we do it then. It would make it easier on both of us if that fucker wasn’t around. Who knows what he would have done if he was. Bet or no bet, I knew he wasn’t really okay with sharing me, because that meant he had to give up some of his control.

When Ryan said he would send a car for me at seven on Friday, I felt the liquid pool between my legs. “I hope you fuck as well as I imagine you do,” I had teased as I pressed myself against him, feeling his hard cock dig into my stomach.

As he ran his hands through my hair and looked into my eyes, I nearly swooned—something I thought only happened in fairy tales. The conversation continued, gaining heat with each word, and I knew I needed to put a stop to it soon.

Moving away from him so we didn’t end up fucking right then and there, I had asked him if he had anything specific he wanted me to wear for the weekend. His response was still burned into my brain and had me in a constant state of arousal. “It doesn’t fucking matter what you wear. I don’t intend for you to be wearinganythingfor long once I get you into my bed.”

Three days passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was finishing my makeup as I got ready for my weekend with Ryan. I had already changed my panties three times because of how turned on I was at just the thought of finally riding his cock, and after the fourth pair, I decided to forgo them altogether. I really didn’t think he’d mind.

Glancing up at the clock, I realized the car would be here for me at any minute. I took several deep, calming breaths, then made my way down the staircase feeling unstoppable. Even if Ryan and I only had a few days to live out our fantasies, I was sure it would be life changing.

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