Chapter 14: Amy
I could not believe what I had just done. I had basically come to a high-end whorehouse, picked up a billionaire in the bar, let him finger-fuck me till I came in the elevator—while a bunch of security guards watched on video—sucked his cock in the foyer of his suite, and let him fuck me until I came so hard it rattled my teeth.
Now, here I was, sitting on his fancy bidet with water shooting up my ass and tears of regret streaming down my cheeks and the evidence of our sex gushing out of me and sluicing down the drain. Even as I finished the job of de-sexing my cooch with a warm cloth, I could not wrap my head around what I’d done.
I mean, what the fuck was I thinking…
Maybe that was my excuse.
Maybe I wasn’t thinking at all.
Maybe I had simply drunk too much champagne and gotten caught up in the moment.
That had to be it.
Because this was not me.
I didn’t do this kind of shit.
Not anymore.
Goddammit.
It was all Serena’s fault.
I should have never let her drag me here.
Now, I had to escape before anyone knew I was there.
* * *
I stood in the dark with the bathroom door cracked until I heard Isaac start to snore. I quietly slipped out of the bathroom and paused at the foot of the bed for a moment. Isaac was sleeping like a beautiful baby bathed in the moonlight coming through a set of French doors that led to a balcony. He was on his back with one arm over his eyes. His chest slowly rose and fell. His long cock was draped across his right thigh. It moved a little when he breathed.
For a moment, I thought about crawling into bed with him so I could wake up in his arms with his cock inside me. Then reality set in and the feeling that I’d just fucked up everything I’d worked so hard for came back in full force. I left the mask on the pillow and tiptoed from the room.
I put on my dress in the foyer, picked up my shoes, and let myself out. I went back to Serena’s room, changed into a pair of sweats and tennis shoes, pulled my hair into a ponytail, packed my bag, and asked one of the guards to find Mr. Lemon for me. I told him I had an emergency and needed to leave. He took me to Lemon’s office and told me to stay there while he found his boss.
The party was still going strong in the main room, the loud music filtering all the way down the hallway outside the door. I worried for a moment that Serena might show up and try to convince me to stay. I was not going to stay. No fucking way. Not after what I had done. I would climb the security fence and hitchhike back to the city if I had to. I was about to get up and leave when the guard came back with Lemon in tow.
“My dear, is everything all right?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he hurried into his office where I sat nervously waiting. He sat behind the desk and let his eyes go around my face as if he were looking for signs of abuse. “Has someone done something to you?”
“No, nothing like that,” I said quickly. “I have a family emergency and have to get back to the city at once.”
His eyes narrowed. “A family emergency?
“Yes.”
“At…” He glanced at the gold Rolex on his left wrist. “3:25 AM?”
“Yes.”
“I see.” He gave me a slow nod without taking his eyes off mine. “Did you receive a call somehow?”
I blinked at him. “A call? Um…” I had completely forgotten that my cellphone had been taken when I arrived. Cellphones were not allowed at Club D. My bag was also thoroughly searched for tablets, laptops, cameras, recorders, and other electronics that might be used document my stay.
As I tried to think of something intelligent to say, Lemon held up one finger, then took a set of keys from his pocket, and leaned down to unlock the lower desk drawer. He rummaged through the drawer for a moment, then brought out my cellphone. There was a white tag stuck to the back of the phone that had my name neatly printed on it. He set the phone on the desk and slid it toward me. I picked up the phone and slipped it into my bag.
He got up and came around the desk with his hand extended toward the doorway. “If you’ll just follow me.”
I followed him down a long hallway and out the back door to the courtyard. He waved over one of the security guards, then led me to a black SUV and opened a rear door so I could climb into the back.
Before he shut the door, Lemon leaned in to give me a stern look. “Please remember the agreement you signed, Miss Rossetti,” he said. “Privacy is our utmost concern and we will not hesitate to enforce the terms of the agreement.”
“That goes both ways, Mr. Lemon,” I shot back, once again in full control of my faculties. Regret and shame had dissipated the alcohol in my system. “No one should ever know I was here, do you understand? No one. Not the employees, not the members, not even the owners. You break my trust and I’ll break your balls. I’ll plaster this fucking place on the five o’clock news so fast your head will spin. And at that point, you can shove your NDA up your ass because my lawyers will be having you for lunch. Am I clear? Mister Lemon?”
“As clear as Waterford Crystal, Miss,” he said calmly. He stuck out his hand for me to shake. “You keep our secret and I’ll keep yours.”
“Agreed.” I shook his hand, feeling a little like I’d just made a deal with the Devil.
“Agreed,” he said with a nod. “Have a good trip home, Miss.”
He gently closed the door and disappeared into the night, leaving me to wonder how trustworthy—and how loyal— Mr. Lemon really was.
* * *
It was nearly dawn by the time I got home.
I locked myself in my apartment, stripped off my clothes, and fell into bed, exhausted and more than a little disgusted with myself.
I prayed that when I awoke, Amanda Ross would be a distant memory and Amy Rossetti would be back to reality.
And she would never gaze into Isaac Hanson’s gorgeous eyes again.
If I hadn’t been so tired, I would have cried myself to sleep.