The Beginning of Us (3 page)

He slips his phone into his pocket and walks over to stand in front of me. “You must really like this one.” He circles me taking in every inch of my body. “You got all dressed up for him. Are you looking forward to it, Jessie?” His fingers touch my thigh and he pulls me backwards so I’m pressed against him. “Do you want to be fucked tonight?”

As his hand moves slowly up my thigh I want to fight him off but my body isn’t listening. My body wants Damon, every fucking sexy inch of him.

Damon runs his nose up the length of my neck. “You smell so good I could fucking eat you.” I involuntarily moan. “Mmmm, would you like that?” His finger grazes my lace thong making me wet instantly. “You want me to lick and suck you until you come all over my face?”

“God, yes.”
Shit.
Way to play it cool, Jessie.

Just then he releases me. When I turn to face him, confused at what just happened, he smirks. “Sorry, babe. I don’t pay for it.”

Motherfucker. I swing my hand to slap the shit out of him but he catches it. Damon brings my hand to his mouth gently biting the pad of one of my fingers.

“Better get going, you’re gonna be late.”

“I fucking hate you.”

He laughs. “Now we both know that shit isn’t true.” He smacks my ass before turning and walking away from me.

I want to say something. Some smart-ass remark to make him feel like shit, but it’s like my damn brain is on hiatus. As I leave the office and exit the building my anger only increases.
Why do I let his stupid ass get to me like that? Why do I even give a crap about him?
I climb into the ride I’m forced to use, and slam down on the seat.

Thank God my client tonight wanted a domme, because I really needed to beat the shit out of someone.

***

“Fuck!” I stood over Ben, at least I think that is his name. When I got to the hotel room he had all types whips, floggers, and basically anything else I might need to physically hurt him on display. I look down at his ass and back red from where I struck him and even though I knew he was in pain he was begging for more. I brought the whip down hard again, relishing in the release it gave me from my own pent up anger.

“Shit, yes!”

I never got this type of weird-ass shit. I mean sure, slap my ass while we are having sex, but a fucking whip and lash marks? I’ll beat your ass before you do that to me. I dig the point of my stiletto into his back forcing him down farther toward the floor. He moans in pleasure as it dig into his skin.

I need this shit to be over sooner rather than later. I take a look at the only thing in his arsenal I had left to use. The strap-on. Ewww. This absolutely disgusted me but hey, the client has to get what they paid for. I secure it around me as I walk over to him. He lay there still with his ass in the air just as I had left him. As I sink the unrealistically large dildo into him I only have one thought.
Is this really my fucking life?

I got absolutely nothing out of tonight. Not that I usually have orgasms when I have clients, I very rarely do. However I usually at least get a little sexual gratification out of it. All I got tonight was the overwhelming need for a damn shower.

As I trudged my way up the steps to the office, Damon’s cruelty was still fresh in my mind.
Why the hell had he felt the need to do that shit to me?
I walk in to find him lying down on the bed, and as I walk closer he seems like he is sleeping. I creep closer hoping to do something to him in his sleep to get back at him.

“Your envelope is on the desk.” My shoulders slump at the realization that he was awake the whole time.

“You know, you have a lot of fucking nerve pulling the shit you did with me earlier.”

He sits up and even though I can see that he is exhausted his eyes burn when they look at me. “I didn’t do anything to you that was unwanted.”

I glare at him. He is the only person that makes my brain stall enough to not be able to put him on his ass.

Damon stands up and moves in front of me. “You’re not mad about what I did, Jessie. You’re mad about what I didn’t do.” His fingers gently trace the line of my cleavage. “I know that you had no relief tonight, either. I bet you’re going to go home and touch yourself, aren’t you.” Damon moves behind me and quickly wraps one hand around my waist holding me in place against him. He then cups me with his free hand making sure his thumb is roughly pressing down on my clit. “Just promise me that when you go home, when you make yourself come, that you’ll think of me.” His head bends and his teeth graze my neck.

I stumble as Damon quickly moves away from me before walking out of the office. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to Damon or myself, I was definitely going to think about him tonight when I made myself fall apart.

Chapter Five

“Give me a fucking break!” I scream in frustration, throwing my blow dryer and effectively breaking it even more.

Lauren sticks her head cautiously into the bathroom. “Problem?” She laughs as I glare at her.

“Yes, there is a fucking problem. My damn rat’s nest head of hair just – ”

“Rat’s nest?” She cocks her head to the side.

“Yeah, Lo, rat’s nest.”

“Has the offending blow dryer officially fried your brain? Rats don’t have nests.”

“Shut the hell up, bitch. You know what I mean. Anyway, this damn devil mane won’t cooperate and I’m about to go GI Jane and shave all of it off.”

Lo starts cracking up and I swear I could murder her right now. “Chill out, jezebel.” She grabs my beach wave spray and begins to fix the mess I made of myself. When she is done she steps back and surveys her work. “Not too shabby. You actually look like a respectable woman.”

I shoved her away. “Shut up, you demon whore.” I love that I could be myself with Lo. I didn’t have to put on a show, or worry about what she would think of me.

“Get your slutty ass dressed and let’s go.” She smacks my butt before walking out of the bathroom.

I shake my head and walk into my bedroom. The bathroom connects both of our rooms, which is a blessing and a curse sometimes. Tonight we are going to go out to a new club opening called “On the Rocks.” It sounds really cheesy but Lo begged me to go all week. I throw on a pair of skinny jeans and a halter top. I honestly don’t want a lot of attention tonight so I’m not going to wear something that screams, ‘look at me’.

When I walk out of the room I see Lo all dressed up and looking like a damn celebrity. Maybe I should have put a little more effort in.

“Is this your attempt to ward off the opposite sex? If it is, good job.”

I flip her the finger, as we walk out of the door and hail a cab. The ride to the club is only about twenty minutes, but when I see the line I’m tempted to tell the driver to turn around. “Seriously, Lo?”

“Whatever, I told you it was all anyone was talking about. Of course it would be crowded.” I climb out of the car after her. “Let’s go get in line I’m sure the wait won’t be that long.”

I’m about to follow her when someone catches my eye. I grab Lo’s arm, and she turns around as if to ask what I’m doing. “Follow me.”

“Jessie, you can’t just walk up there.” I pay no attention to her and soon I hear her heels clicking behind me.

I walk up to the entrance where the bouncer is and I hear grumbled whispers coming from the line. The muscular guy in front of me doesn’t even look up from the phone he is furiously tapping on.

“Excuse me.”

“Back of the line. There is no list, and I don’t give a shit how short your dress is or how big your tits are.”

“What about my heels? You like those?”

Ben’s head snaps up and I immediately see recognition in his eyes. I know that it isn’t right using his secret to my advantage but looking at that line I didn’t give a shit. He fumbles his phone before shoving it into his pocket and opening the door to the club. I spare him the embarrassment and choose not to look him in the eye. I do steal a glance as I’m passing him though and all he is doing is staring at my heels. When his tongue runs over his lips I know he is remembering me digging them into his skin.

Once the door closes behind us, Lauren grabs my arm. “How did you do that? Do you know him from somewhere?”

I gave her a cocky look. “Lo, where the hell do you think I know him from?”

“Oh my God! Ewww!” She walks off and I laugh as I follow her to the bar. The bartender walks over to Lo. “Can I have two red-headed sluts?” He nods and walks away.

“In the mood for shots tonight?”

“I just thought it went with the evening so far.” Most people at this point would have probably slapped her, but this was us. We were always picking on each other, but if someone else did it they would be fucked.

The bartender hands us our shots and I gulp mine down. After this weekend I am in need of alcohol. I continue this pattern throughout the night trying to drown my sorrows in the numerous drinks that the low life club-hoppers try to bribe me with.

Lo and I are on the dance floor. The lights are flashing and the bass is so loud my whole body feels like it’s vibrating. I feel a presence behind me but I ignore it, hoping that they will just go away, as usual. Instead, I feel whoever it is step closer to me. “Not interested, buddy. I’ve gotten my fill of free drinks for the night and I have no intention of going home with you.”

“I don’t want to take you home.”

Even in my current state I know that damn voice. I turn around and see the bane of my existence, Damon. What the hell? Of all the damn clubs in this town, why this one? I turn away from him without saying a word.

Instead of leaving though, he moves closer to me so that our bodies are now touching. “Not exactly what I would have imagined you going out in.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I turn around and push him away from me.

He smiles at me. “Just that I have seen you more dressed up.”

“Listen, buddy, just because you know what I do, doesn’t mean you know anything about me.” I storm away from him and toward the bathroom. I just need a minute to think, it’s like he clouds my damn judgment.

I’m standing in front of the mirror fixing my hair that has turned into a hot mess already, when Lo walks in. “Who the hell was that?”

“That was the dickhead that is now my boss.”

“What? Jessie, he is fucking gorgeous!”

“Yeah, but he is still an asshole.”

“Whatever. Listen, that hot guy from my chem class is here. You okay if I go to his place?”

“Yeah, babe. Go have fun.” I give her a hug. Most girls would, at this point, get bitchy and resentful about Lo leaving. I’m not like that though. She wasn’t my mother or my babysitter, and I had no problem grabbing a cab home.

I walk out of the club and let out a groan as I see the sea of people trying to hail a cab. Can nothing go right tonight? I hear a horn honk but ignore it. You never ever turn around when a car honks, it’s usually just some sleaze ball with a stupid ass pickup line. I mean, what the hell do guys think when they honk at us that we will turn around and want to suck their dick for pushing a button on their steering wheel? It honks again and I’m irritated enough to curse this asshole out so I turn around. I squint to see who is about to get the verbal ass kicking I’m ready to dish out. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Damon pulls up in front of me. “Let me give you a lift.”

“No. I’d rather walk.” I start to make my way towards the cab line.

“Come on! You that scared that you can’t control yourself around me?”

I spin back toward him. “Excuse me? I can completely control myself around you. You are not as damn slick as you think.”

“Prove it.”

“What?” God, I hate this man.

“You say you aren’t attracted to me. You say you hate me. Prove it. Give me two hours.”

I walk up to his car. “Two hours for what?”

“For me to show you how much that tough bitch act doesn’t turn me off and for you to realize how much you want me.”

I open the door, sit down in the seat, and then slam it shut. “Two hours. I will prove to you that I don’t give two shits about you or your overinflated ego. After that you need to stop trying to mind fuck me every time I see you, and I don’t have to show up for your bullshit inspections anymore.”

He seems to think it over. “What do I get if I win?”

“You won’t.”

“Well, it really isn’t a fair bet if there isn’t a deal for both sides.”

I cross my arms over my chest, showing my obvious protest. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Well, that’s a loaded question.”

I arch my eyebrow at him to let him know I am not amused at all.

“I thought it was obvious what I wanted, Miss Evans.” He pauses as if he is waiting for me to guess but I refuse to give him the satisfaction. “You.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“If I win I get you.”

Is he a fucking caveman? Me take you. You mine. “In what context? For how long?”

“In any and every way I want. For two months.”

Two months? This is fucking crazy. “You’re out of your damn mind.”

“You’re scared.”

My head snaps toward him. “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Prove it.” I was really starting to fucking hate it when he said that.

“Fine. Two hours.” As he pulled into traffic my stomach dropped. In two hours I would either be free, or in fucking hell.

I don’t speak a word to him the entire car ride. We pull up in front of this diner that is about twenty minutes out of town. I have never been here, much less heard of it. I watch as Damon gets out of the car, half expecting him to open my door. Does he? Nope. Where are all the damn gentlemen?
Not out with the hookers!
I really fucking hate my subconscious sometimes she can be such a bitch, even if it’s true.

When I look up, Damon is standing on the steps of the diner staring at me. Well, here goes nothing. We walk in and it is set up like an old 50’s diner and even though I would never admit this to him, I absolutely love it. The waitress even has a poodle skirt on and I watch it sway back and forth as she walks us to our table, it’s almost mesmerizing.