Page 33 of Make Believe

CHAPTER 13

Kadence

When I wakeup the next day, I’m yet again confused for a few seconds by my surroundings. Then it hits me.

I’m still here.

Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I exhale and wonder if this is a terrible mistake or the best decision I’ve ever made.

Jessie is supportive—enthusiastically so. My texts haven’t exactly been giving him all the facts. He still has no idea what drove me here in the first place, and I didn’t confess to any of my embarrassing breakdowns. So with the information he has—i.e. that I’ve extended my weekend visit with my new sugar Daddy—he thinks it’s all very romantic.

I’m honestly not sure what’s going on.

Financially speaking, it’s a no brainer. Rafferty is going to pay me more per week than I was going to make a month at that awful office job. I’m sure I’ll start getting bored eventually. However, for now at least, all I have to do for him is be beautiful and let him fuck me whenever he wants. I can do that.

He’s also feeding me, buying me more clothes, and letting me have free rein in his study, where he’s organized all his books. As long as I put anything back where I find it, I can read whatever I like.

You could call me a whore and you wouldn’t be wrong. But how is this much different from being a sugar baby? We’re both consenting adults who have agreed to terms we find mutually acceptable. I don’t care what the specifics of the law might say, I don’t think I’m doing anything illegal.

Morally gray? Scandalous?

Yeah.

Rafferty is creating a paper trail if he’s going to put me on his company’s payroll. All I’d need to do is get some video footage and…

And the idea makes me feel sick.

The whole point of me coming here was to get my revenge. But I’m starting to think I really can’t do this to Rafferty himself. At least not in any way that does him any lasting damage.

Rubbing my chest, I think it over hard. He’s been nothing but kind and generous to me. More than that, he’s been honest and respectful. The complete opposite of his son. Yes, he wants to keep the relationship secret. It’s not like we’re dating. And it’s not unreasonable for a prolific man to keep a sexual affair on the down-low. Especially when everyone thinks he’s straight and married.

But the difference is he’s notashamedof me. If anything, by the way he beams at me, I’d say he’s proud of me. Which is ridiculous to admit, but that’s how I’m feeling. Like he appreciates me. In fact, the way he wants to keep me all to himselfiskind of romantic. As if I’m a precious jewel he wants to admire in private. There’s nothing wrong with that.

No. Rafferty doesn’t deserve to be ruined. I don’t know what the deal with his wife is, but she’s not here, and I am. If he wants to keep that long-distance thing alive for whatever reason, let him. He’s earned that much from me. Not to mention how compromising images could end his business. Hedefinitelydoesn’t deserve that.

Logan still deserves his comeuppance, though. The was he treated me was so beyond unacceptable, and he needs a harsh lesson in consequences. So…yeah. Whenever Rafferty decides he’s done with me, I’ll just take whatever evidence I’ve collected and go gloat to Logan that I spent however long banging his dad. That ought to humiliate that self-loathing, closeted little homo enough.

Hopefully, Rafferty will never even have to know. I doubt Logan would be brave enough to confront his old man about it. That would involve explaining how we know each other or why Logan would care if we were together.

Happy with my new plan, I release the tension from my chest like a butterfly taking flight. It’s time for a shower and to get my game face on.

Who knows what Daddy will have in store for us today?

“Kiki?” Rafferty’s firm voice rings through the house.

He explained over breakfast that he had back-to-back meetings that afternoon, so I’d have to entertain myself. After I took myself on a walk around a different part of the grounds, I’d settled in the study and started reading another book. Checking the clock on the mantel, I frown. I thought he wouldn’t be done for another couple of hours.

Placing a bookmark between the pages, I leave it on the coffee table, rise from the chaise lounge, and hold on to the door frame as I look down the hallway. Sure enough, he’s standing at the threshold of his office.

“Yes, Daddy?” I reply.

He simply crooks a finger at me in a ‘come hither’ gesture, then walks back inside.

Curious, I sashay down the corridor like it’s a catwalk. As usual, I’m in a floaty dress and heels with no underwear for easy access. This outfit is a combination of raspberry pink and cream, and I specifically picked a fruity lip gloss to match. Not that Rafferty will be getting a taste, but it makes me feel particularly delicious as I head toward him, my steps echoing off the walls.

Perhaps one of his video conferences got canceled, and he has a little free time. Oh, the things this doll could do for him in just ten minutes.

He’s not going to regret offering me this ridiculous deal. No one in their right mind should pay so much for another human being just to relax in their home. I almost feel guilty.

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