Page 39 of Sweetest Revenge

My phone vibrated. When I held it up to view the notification, I cursed.

Don’t forget the event. I already told the media you’d come.

Dominick fucking Astor.

It’s like he could sense that I was down for the count and primed for a kick to the ribs.

I let out a groan.

What am I even going to say when I have to face her again?

The pathetic part was that I had no answer.

All I could think about was the look on her face as she came. How beautiful she looked in the near darkness with the moonlight shining on her.

And how damn fucking perfect we felt together.

16

ADDISON

I didn’t know how a blow job made the man even more annoyed with my presence, but somehow, on the morning after I'd made the monster Warren King come undone with my mouth, he forced me out of the house with a single mission.

Get ready for the charity event.

Literally only a day away. I had the dress, but nothing else. I was woefully unprepared, and Warren was just primed and ready to throw me to the wolves.

How was I going to do my hair? My makeup?

Usually, people hired a whole fucking team for things like this, but I only had two I knew would pick up the phone, and neither of them was the full team I needed.

Why would he push me away without an explanation? Was I supposed to just figure it out myself? It wasn’t like his own reputation wasn’t on the line. Did the man forget we’d be seen together?

The worst part was that my mind wouldn’t stop playing the movie of him coming in my mouth last night.

When I was nineteen and on the night of the auction, I hadn’t seen his face. Back then, his face had been buried in the crook of my neck, and on the stairs he’d been behind me.

But this time, he’d had no way to hide from me.

And for the first time in my life, I felt like I had control of something. No matter how little, there was power in making a man weak for me.

This man.

But now I had to stop thinking about it because it wasn’t helping, and there was no way I’d show up to a charity event unprepared. I had been to enough in my life to know that it was never truly about charity, no matter how people tried to spin it.

It was a fashion show at best, a disgusting display of money at worst.

But I would work with what I had.

“You could just hire someone,” Piper said, looking over some of the blush in the beauty store I had taken her to.

She had a coffee in hand, large and matching mine, both courtesy of Warren’s black card that he so hastily forced into my hand.

It had already been fifteen minutes, and everything I looked at was far over the amount I wanted to spend.

When did makeup become so expensive?

“I mean, you have his card. The possibilities are endless.”

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