Page 29 of The Game

I shrugged and stripped them from her, kneeling to take off her underwear, too. “Everyone knew what we did. They’d hardly be surprised.”

Any other complaint she had was lost when I drew her leg over my shoulder and fitted my mouth to her beautiful cunt.

No doubt her cries made it down the hall for her asshole neighbour to hear.

I made her come on my tongue then freed my dick and fucked her against the door, rattling it with every hit while her feet dangled a foot from the floor.

After, Emmeline hopped in the shower. We were here to pick up a suit, as she’d received a formal meeting request for her job upgrade. While she was washing up, a phone rang in her lounge.

An answerphone kicked in, and a man’s voice played out. “Emmeline, it’s Ian. I just heard from Annie that you’ve cancelled our date. You’ve made a mistake, and here’s why.”

He cleared his throat, his tone clear, loud, and annoyed. “I’m a catch. I have a great job, and women want me. You won’t find better than me, particularly at your age. You’re pretty enough, but that won’t last for long. In a few years, no man is going to consider you, despite the respectable career you’re in. I really am your final option.”

At the start of the call, I’d laughed. Now, I glared at the flashing phone.

Ian wasn’t done. “Because I liked the idea of you, I’m going to pretend you didn’t insult me with your refusal and I’ll graciously give you a second chance. You will ring Annie and agree to the date, saying you were hormonal or some shit to explain your typical female mind-changing. At the dinner, you’ll wear a low-cut dress to show me you’re sorry. If you’re polite and willing, I’ll give you a second date. Pick up the phone to tell me you agree. I know you’re there, but I’m not going to forgive you screening the call for long.”

I was overstepping. Fuck it, no I wasn’t. I snatched up the handset and interrupted the answerphone message.

Ian clucked his tongue. “There you are. It isn’t hard to be polite, is it?”

“Search Malachi Hunan on your phone,” I said low. “I’ll wait.”

A pause came. “Who?—”

“I’ve told you exactly who. Do as I ask, Ian.”

A tapping followed.

“That’s me you’re looking at,” I informed him. “My face and my body. You’re probably scrolling past images of me covered in other men’s blood. Put yourself in the frame for a second, then realise what you’ve done. Emmeline Watts is not in your future. She’s not yours to belittle and to be so rude to. I wonder if your parents ever taught you any manners. She’s mine. Mine completely. Mine in every way. Do you get me?”

“I… I…”

“Say yes, Ian.”

“Yes, I get you, Mr Hunan.”

“Good. Now Emmeline’s friend, Annie, will know if you’re going on other dates. If I hear on the grapevine that you’ve talked to a woman like this again, I’ll happily give you that lesson in manners myself. Now fuck off and lose this number.”

He waffled a stuttered apology, but I tossed the phone back on the cradle in disgust.

Dimly, I recognised that the noise of the shower had stopped. I turned and found Emmeline in a white towel in the doorway.

She stared at me.

I pulled a face. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough.”

“That guy was an asshole. I won’t apologise for what I said.”

“Did I ask you to?”

My dick stirred at the challenge in her voice.

She stepped over to me, holding the towel at her chest. “I didn’t hear every word, but from your reaction, I got the gist. Thank you for telling him off.”

“You’re not mad that I went all caveman?”

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