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“Mmmm,” I replied, not having the heart to tell him the truth, that I’dbeen left completely unsatisfied.
Trent took a few seconds to regain his breath before he slipped out ofme, the condom now hanging off his flaccid cock and filled with his release.
“I’ll just get rid of this,” he said before disappearing out of my room,presumably to the bathroom.
Crestfallen beyond belief, and frustrated, I scrambled across mybed and grabbed my pajamas, throwing them on before Trent strolled back into the room, his shirt in hand.
“I should get going,” he said, pulling the shirt over his headbefore picking up his pants. “I’ve got to get up early for work.”
“Sure, I’m exhausted anyway,” I replied, not in the least bit gutted hewasn’t spending the night.
“Have I worn you out, babe?” He winked at me, and I had the suddenurge to go to the bathroom and scrub my skin clean everywhere he had touched. What the hell had I been thinking bringing him back here?
“Something like that,” I muttered, pulling the covers back andclambering into bed. “Can you see yourself out?”
“Course.” He leaned over to plant a sloppy kiss on my lips, and it tookeverything in me not to push him away. “We should do this again.”
He paused at the door and gave me an expectant look.
“Maybe,” I said through a fake yawn before closing my eyes.
“Night, Sav,” he chuckled.
I kept my eyes closed until I heard the front door shut, and when Iwas sure he was gone, I let out a sigh.
Now the alcohol was starting to wear off, and I’d done somethingstupid, the heavy weight that had wrapped around my body four months ago once again descended, only now it was squeezing harder than ever before.
Chapter 7
Nash
Ididn’t feel an ounce of guilt as I watched Savannah with her head inher hands. A little bit longer, and she would have the chance to make all herproblems go away.
She just didn’t know it yet.
Savannah’s landlord was a greedy cunt. It only cost me a fewthousand to convince him to raise her rent. If he’d held out, I would have paid a whole fucking lot more, but his piggy eyes lit up with glee when I offered him $3000 to write a letter telling Savannah her rent was increasing.
From the stench rolling off him, I suspected his first stop after posting said letter was to buy a bottle of cheap whiskey.
Now she’d been served with a letter, along with the $378 I’d takenfrom her account, my sweet Savannah had nothing, making the deal I was soon to offer impossible to refuse.
There was no way she would turn me down, the life I could give herwas far better than returning to her mundane life with no job, no home, and no prospects of a brighter future.
And I would give her everything. I would worship at her feet every dayuntil the moment I took my last breath if it made her happy. In return, I only wanted one little thing from her.
My phone rang from next to the computer I was watching my sweetSavannah on. I picked up and answered, not bothering to check who it was because there was only one asshole who would call when I had specifically sent a message telling my staff I was not to be disturbed.
“What?”
“Well, hello to you too, fucker,” Fox’s unwavering tone echoedthrough the line.
“I’m busy,” I huffed, not taking my eyes off Savannah who had nowpulled a bottle of vodka from her freezer. In all the time I’d been watching her, I’d never seen her drink.
“Busy with your hand on your dick while you watch your girl, Junior?”Fox chuckled. A smirk twitched on my lips. He’d called me Junior from the minute he discovered I was all of a year younger than him.
Fox and I had been friends since I was eleven and he was twelve.We should have been sworn enemies thanks to the dispute between our families. Instead, we’d bonded over our mutual hatred towards our fathers.
We’d often joked we were the male equivalent ofRomeo & Juliet,except without the romance bullshit, and instead of topping ourselves, we’d put our brains together, and formed a multi-million dollar company, much to the disgust of our fathers.
