Page 17 of Make Believe

He grins at me. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

The car pulls up to the curb, and a suited driver gets out to open the back door for me. A flash of nerves surges through me, but I’m not sure why. I’ve got this. I give Jessie a goofy thumbs-up, then get inside the vehicle. Operation Fuck Over Logan McKenna has officially entered phase two.

It’s only about a twenty-minute drive to Albertson, but we don’t go into the town center. I tried to find any information about McKenna’s home online, but he’s got good privacy set up—for now, at least. I’m not surprised, however, that he’s gotten a mansion in the middle of nowhere. It’s a pretty standard looking house, except that it’s three stories high and twice the width of a regular home.

It doesn’t stir much within me, but I can’t help but admire the sweeping gravel driveway and the white ornamental fountain in front of the building. Half a dozen perfectly manicured shrubs sit in pristine white pots between the columns that stand at the house’s entrance. They’re not holding up anything other than the extended roof. Mostly, they’re just decorative.

It’s a preposterous waste of wealth. A pure display of power. I wouldn’t expect anything else, but it is a little disappointing that this man is as clichéd as I assumed he was. After all, this is the kind of world I come from. Money doesn’t impress me.

Kindness does.

I need to remember that he might be a smoking silver fox and the one time we’ve fucked so far was incredible. But when everything’s said and done, he’s still a soulless millionaire. He’s leaving Paddle Creek to slowly decay while he lives up life here.

Shaking myself, I push those thoughts aside. They’re not going to be helpful in my quest for justice. I need to keep my eye on the prize and not let my heart get invested. It shouldn’t be too difficult. After the way I allowed his son to get to me, I’ve sworn off feelings even harder than before.

And it’s not because I think I’m unlovable.

Probably.

The driver gets my case out of the trunk. I packed alot.I might only be here for a couple of days, but McKenna specifically wanted me to be pretty for him, so I needed to make sure I had plenty of options available to me.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like McKenna leans toward the straight end of the Kinsey scale. I couldn’t care less what anyone’s sexual preferences are so long as they’re not hurting anyone, and I won’t stand for any kind of bisexual shaming or the like. But if he needs me to give him more of a feminine illusion for my plan to keep working, I’m happy to indulge him.

It’s not like it’s a bad thing for me, anyway. I love an excuse to get glammed up. And I hate guys who fem-shame. So I might not be in doll mode as I approach the front door, but I’ve got on a cute shift dress, cinched in with a chunky belt, and a pair of ankle boots. I’m wearing day make-up, so it still took a lot of effort on my part, but your average guy would probably only notice the glossy lips and eyeliner.

I’m here to be this man’s doll for the weekend. His fantasy. He doesn’t need to know how much work went into looking perfect for him.

McKenna instructed me to go ahead and ring the doorbell when I arrived. By the time I get to the top of the stone steps, the car is already pulling away, the gravel crunching under the tires until it disappears out of sight. Exhaling, I turn back and steel myself before pressing the bell.

“You’ve got this,” I murmur. If I just switch off the reasons why I’m here in the first place, there’s a strong chance I’m going to have a lot of fun.

I don’t have to wait long before the door opens inward, and there he is. Fuck, he is handsome. Chiseled jawline, tanned skin, salt-and-pepper hair, and big strong hands. He’s not wearing a jacket today, but he’s still dressed in a light blue shirt withthe top couple of buttons undone, navy slacks, and gentlemanly house slippers.

“Hello,Daddy,”I say appreciatively.

He smirks at me and licks his lips. “Hello, beautiful,” he greets me back. “Thank you for coming. Let me get that for you.”

I don’t try and stop him as he slides his fingers around my suitcase handle. It’s not exactly empty, so I like it that he picks it up easily. Just as I thought, he’s still in good shape. And he might be an arrogant, rich asshole, but a little chivalry goes a long way in my book.

“Thank you,” I simper, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

His gaze lingers on my mouth for just a second too long for it to go unnoticed. Then he clears his throat and indicates with his free hand for me to head inside. I step over the threshold, and he closes the door. As soon as it clicks shut, he wraps his hand around my stomach, pressing his chest to my back as he nuzzles his nose against my neck and inhales deeply. I’m really glad I used my special occasion expensive perfume and moisturizer so that I smell extra yummy for him.

“We’re alone,” he murmurs against my skin. “I dismissed the weekend staff.”

“Your family?” I ask. I want him to know I am not some naïve little thing.

He grunts and presses a kiss to my neck. “Also not here and not coming back for a long time.”

I already know where Logan lives as that’s where he used to fuck me. Morbid curiosity wants me to push to ask about McKenna’s wife. He’s still wearing a wedding ring, after all. But she’s not my problem. Anyway, she married this man, and Logan is her son as well. I don’t feel any particular sympathy for her or the fact that I’m planning on humiliating her as much as Logan and his father. They’re all as bad as each other, as far as I’m concerned.

McKenna’s hand travels farther down, slipping under the bottom of my dress and fondling the globes of my ass. Normally, I’d have worn a jock-strap for him so he could have easy access, but I didn’t want to flash anyone in town without their consent. Still, I picked out some of my fanciest underwear for him to discover as a treat. I moan and lean more against him, my eyes fluttering closed as he continues around my hips and presses his palm over my hardening length.

“Love that you’re wearing lace,” he says, nipping at my earlobe.

“Of course, Daddy,” I say. “I told you I’d be pretty for you. What are you going to do to your new toy?”

He growls, biting down on my lobe before releasing me. “Everything. Come this way.”

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