Chapter 11

Macey

This is how I dreamt my prom night would be: me in a beautiful dress, dancing in the arms of a man who makes my insides tingle and my knees weak. Instead, I was home and the attire for the night was baby puke, a holey T-shirt and sweatpants. Even if I had gone back to school, not a single guy in my class would’ve taken me to prom knowing I had a kid. And even if they did, they would’ve done it only because they were betting that I was a sure thing.

I don’t want to like Finn. In fact, I want to hate him. I want to yell and scream at him while punching him in the chest. He’s better than anything I have ever touched or had the pleasure of knowing, and after one day the fantasy of being his is already too much to bear.

We sway to the music, moving around the floor effortlessly. He even spins me and pulls me back into his arms and into a dip.

“Are you having fun?”

“Yes, I am. That man I was dancing with, he likes you.”

“Mr. Cordova likes money and I’ve been a good return on his investments. I’d like for him to invest one more time into my next venture, but the market is not favorable right now so I have to make sure to keep him in my sights and have a flawless business plan.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, Finn.”

“Mhm, I do like the way you say my name.” His head falls to my shoulder and his lips leave a blazing trail of kisses along my skin. I have never wanted to taste a man’s lips so badly until now, and his stupid rule prevents me from doing so.

He hums in tune with the song, holding me close to his body. I don’t know if he is doing this because he’s hiding his erection or if he truly wants to be this close to me. I can try to pretend all I want that his touch doesn’t affect me, but I’m certain he can already sense the change in my heartbeat.

When the song is over, Finn leads me back to the table. Our dinner plates have been cleared away and dessert is being served.

“Right on time,” Finn says, pulling my chair out.

“I think I’m going to go use the ladies’ room.” I set my hand on his chest, letting it linger there for a moment. He nods and points toward the door.

“Take a right and walk down the hall.”

“I’ll be right back.”

I bunch my dress in my hand to make walking a bit easier and as soon as I step through the door, I lean against the wall to gather my senses. There are people bustling around, some dressed up while others are wearing shorts and T-shirts due to the heat. A few women walk by and compliment me. I smile warmly and thank them, and wonder what they would think if they saw the real me. Would they be so quick to give me compliments if they saw me in my normal attire?

“Miss Webster.” Mr. Cordova greets me with a smile.

“Hello, Mr. Cordova. Thank you again for the lovely dance.”

“You’re welcome. Shall we take another spin before the night is over?”

“I look forward to it.”

He places his hand on my back and I tense, trying to disguise my uneasiness with a laugh. With Mr. Cordova motioning for me to walk with him, I’m left with two choices: do as he’s pushing because he’s definitely not asking or remove his hand and potentially hurt Finn’s chances.

I don’t know when my decisions became about Finn, but I choose to walk with Mr. Cordova.

“How long have you known Finn?”

“For about ten years,” I tell him, even though it’s stretching the truth. I knew him once, a long time ago and now for about twenty-four hours.

“It’s a shame he’s never mentioned you. Surely he wouldn’t keep someone like you hidden away.”

I swallow hard and pull up short in my steps. “I’m visiting him from back home.”

He eyes me warily as I run through the many faces I’ve seen this past week. His doesn’t ring a bell, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t someone inside of that ballroom who hasn’t been serviced by me.

“This is me,” I tell him, pointing to the door. “Be sure to save me that dance, Mr. Cordova.”

I retreat behind the wooden door, thankful that the restroom is empty. After I take care of business I exit the stall and start to wash my hands when Brandy steps beside me. I smile at her through the mirror, but focus on the task at hand.

“Does Finn know you’re fucking his prime investor?”

“Excuse me?”

She fluffs her hair and fixes her lipstick, never making eye contact with me. I don’t know where she’d come up with something so absurd.

“What? Oh, I’m sorry, was that supposed to be a secret?” She covers her mouth as if to play it off.

“There’s no secret because there isn’t anything going on. I only met the man this evening.”

“Really? That isn’t what Finn was saying to Brady a few minutes ago. In fact, he was rather pissed that you were in the hallway with Mr. Cordova. I mean, you could’ve at least waited until the night was over.”

My eyes narrow and she smiles back at me as my temper rises. If we were any other place I’d smack the shit out of her, but I can’t do that to Finn. Not here. And not now, because all I’m worried about is what Finn must think. I can’t afford for him to cut our deal short. Finn has made it very clear that I’m his and he will not share.

“Let me help you out a little, because I can see that you clearly like him. Finn doesn’t do commitment,” she says, pausing beside me. She knows I’m upset, but doesn’t understand the magnitude of why. “And when he does finally decide to settle down, the line waiting for the ring is long and distinguished, with me at the front. Finn will marry into money and power, not waste his time with someone from his hometown.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not looking for one,” I mumble, but it’s too late, she’s out the door before I can even think of something to fire back with.

I rush out the door and run smack into Brady. He catches me before I fall flat on my face and it doesn’t escape my notice that when I have my balance back, his hands are still holding my arms.

“Whoa, where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“Finn is waiting for me.”

He looks over his shoulder, still holding on to my arms and shakes his head. “Finn’s tied up at the moment, why don’t we go and grab a cup of coffee.”

“I should really get back.” I pull out of his grasp and step back. Brady puts his hands up in the air.

“I’m sorry, Macey, I’m not trying to scare you.”

“You’re not, it’s just…”

“What?”

I think twice about what I’m going to say and realize that it could come back to bite me in the ass, but at this point I don’t give a shit. His friends are fucking creeping me the hell out and I don’t have time for these stupid games.

“You’re his friend; you shouldn’t be asking me out.”

Brady laughs and nods. He turns and looks down the hall before facing me. “He’s my best friend, but I know how he is. Unfortunately, you’ll learn the hard way. When he breaks your heart, give me a call. You’re a beautiful woman, Macey, and a beauty like yours doesn’t come around here often enough.”

He leaves me standing in the middle of the hall, completely dumbfounded. I rush back to the ballroom and find Finn sitting at the table. I search the room for Brandy and see that she’s dancing with Mr. Cordova. What a fucking snake.

“Hey, I was about to come look for you,” he says, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. I’m tempted to turn quickly so that he’s kissing me, but I don’t want to piss him off. “Your dessert is getting cold.”

“I want to leave,” I tell him. He looks at me with concern.

“Okay. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” I say, reaching for my clutch and heading toward the door. I know I shouldn’t leave him in haste, but the sooner I get out of here, the better. He hustles to catch up, taking my hand in his instead of placing his hand on my back or offering me his arm. Hand-holding is more intimate in my book and he should probably stop before I get the wrong idea.

In the limo, I stare out the window, counting down the seconds until we’re back at his hotel and I can get out of this dress. Finn continues to hold my hand, even when we arrive at Allure.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he says as the elevator doors close.

“It’s nothing…”

Before I know what’s happening, he has me pressed against the wall and his lips are dangerously close to mine. The voice inside my head is telling me to lean forward and make him submit to me, but I don’t. The risk isn’t worth it. He grinds his erection against my pelvis and growls.

“Don’t lie to me, Macey. Something happened and it’s upset you.”

“Brandy and Brady is what happened,” I snap as the lift comes to a stop.

“Motherfucker,” he blurts out, grabbing my hand roughly and dragging me behind him. Inside the penthouse he sheds his jacket, throwing it across the room and proceeds down the hall to the bedroom. I follow, simply because I want out of my dress.

When I enter the closet he’s down to his boxers, muttering something that I can’t make out. I manage to get my zipper down enough that I can wiggle out of my dress.

“What did he say to you?”

“You’re more worried about what he said and not her?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips. I stand in front of him clad in my bra, garters, stockings and thong.

“Yes, I am, because he’s my friend and he should know his boundaries.”

“And she’s in line for an engagement ring,” I retort. “And apparently the line is long.”

“It probably is.”

My mouth drops open, but I quickly close it. “And you apparently told Brady that I was fucking Mr. Cordova.”

“Brandy said this?”

“Yes, right before Brady asked me out.”

He shakes his head and stalks toward me. I giggle at the sight of his penis peeking through the flap of his boxers.

“Not fucking now,” he yells, looking down at his crotch.

“Who are you yelling at?”

“The angry unicorn,” he says, unable to keep a straight face. We both bust out laughing and I quickly find myself wrapped in his arms.

“I can promise you that I didn’t say anything to Brady about you fucking Mr. Cordova. Even if you were, I’d never tell Brady because Mr. Cordova is business partners with his father.”

“I’m not—”

He places his finger over my lips. “I know you’re not. I also know how Brandy feels about me and I don’t care. The feelings are not mutual and she knows this.”

“Mr. Cordova approached me in the hall. I think he made a pass at me, but I can’t be sure. Either that or he knows I’m a stripper. Brandy found me in the bathroom, saying shit, telling me that you’re pissed that I’m fucking Cordova and Brady wants to take me out for coffee.”

There’s a noticeable tick in Finn’s jaw as I finish telling him about my eventful night. Up until I went to the restroom, everything was fine, perfect actually. I have never been one to let others bother me, but everything about those siblings does.

Bringing my hand to his face, I caress his jaw, hoping to calm him down. His stubble feels good against the tips of my fingers, igniting a stirring between my legs.

“What do you want to do now? Do you want to go out? I promised you dessert,” he says, leaning into my touch.

“I think I want to see what this angry unicorn is all about.” My hand travels down his torso and into his boxers, grasping his dick. I stroke him a few times until his low growl causes me to let go. I back away, only for him to stalk toward me.

Finn drops his shorts and starts stroking his arousal. My mouth waters, remembering the taste of him, and my pussy starts to rejoice. I don’t know who wants that dick more between the two of them, but I do know I’m the winner regardless.

“Where do you want to fuck?”

“I don’t know. Shall I run and hide?”

He nods and starts counting. I leave the closet and bedroom, taking off down the hall until I come to the staircase that leads to his office. I slip off my thong and sit on the steps, spreading my legs wide for him and all of Vegas to see.

When he appears in front of me, he’s naked and sliding a rubber onto his erection. He cups my pussy, immediately pushing two fingers into me and pumping vigorously. I hiss at the contact and lean back, taking the pain that comes with being on the stairs.

“Stand up,” he says, pulling his hand out from between my legs. I do, only to have him sit down. “Ride me.” He holds his erection so I can sit on him, taking him deep between my folds.

“Shit,” I mumble as I slowly start to move up and down. Finn takes my hands and places them on the railings, giving me the leverage I need to fuck him.

“Everyone on the rooftop opposite us can see if they’re looking.”

“I don’t care.” I throw my head back from the sensation of having him in me. He reaches around, placing a finger between my cheeks, adding a bit of pressure to my ass. My nerve endings are on fire and I like it. My body becomes frenzied as I rock back and forth against him. My heels scrap on the steps, but I don’t falter.

“Fuck, Macey, I can feel you starting to come.”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes.”

An explosion of heat and a quiver washes over me as my orgasm courses through my body. Even as I slow down, Finn picks up the pace, moving my hips up and down until he finds his release.

Spent, I collapse onto his body and stay there, knowing that my ass is in clear view.

“Can they really see us?”

He chuckles and kisses my neck. “Only if they have binoculars or if we were outside.” He pauses before adding, “Don’t worry, though, I plan to fuck you while you’re overlooking the balcony.”

I sigh, somehow knowing that I’ll likely enjoy it.

“Come on,” he says, picking me up. He carries me to the bathroom with his dick still inside of me, sitting down on the edge of the tub. “A bubble bath is in order. Change and I’ll be right back.”

Finn marches out of the room after starting the bath. I slowly strip out of my garments and set them on the floor before climbing in. When he comes back, he’s carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“I hate to waste this by drinking it,” he says, pouring the liquid into the flutes.

“Excuse me?”

“No, don’t take that wrong. What I meant was I totally had planned to lick this off you later.”

Finn hands me a glass and then pours his own.

“Well, in that case, cheers.” We clink glasses and he slides in. The mountain of bubbles flies everywhere when he scoots in behind me, causing me to laugh. He pulls me back against his chest and I sigh, telling my heart to shut down because as nice as this feels, it’s over in a week and I’ll be back to being Macey Webster, single mom, waitress and stripper, instead of the Macey Webster I am now. The one who is falling for the one man who could single-handedly destroy my life.