Chapter 12

Finn

“How was your weekend?”

I look up to find Hannah walking into my office with a cup of coffee in her hand. This isn’t one of her job requirements, but it’s not unusual for her to do something like this either, although it’s usually after I’ve had a late night. Not on a Monday.

“Thanks for the coffee,” I say, taking a sip. I’m not normally a coffee drinker, but in this case I need the energy. Yesterday, Macey and I didn’t do anything except lie around by the pool, sipping on cocktails and enjoying the sun. It’s rare that I ever do that and it happened only because I asked her what she wanted to do. I could’ve told her no, but I have figured out quickly that a happy Macey means nothing smartass is coming out of her mouth and she’s likely not plotting to maim me.

Hannah clears her throat, causing me to look at her. She’s smiling, which in turn makes me smile as well.

“My weekend was good. How was yours?”

“Great. I ran into Brandy yesterday.”

I groan and lean back in my chair. The whole fiasco with Brandy, Brady and Mr. Cordova hasn’t sat well with me since Macey told me everything. I spoke with Brady yesterday and laid it on the line for him. He’s my best friend, but that title can easily be revoked if he fucks around with Macey. I also asked him to rein in his sister because I don’t like how she went after Macey in the bathroom. He said he gets it, but we’ll see. As far as Brandy, she’s a lost cause in my book. Her stunt with Macey has solidified my stance on her—no more. From here on out, I’ll go stag to my events or find another sorority chick to take with me.

“She had a lot to say about Ms. Webster.”

“All lies, I’m sure.”

Hannah shrugs. “She’s concerned.”

“About what? The last time I checked, Brandy is a friend who I take as my plus one because of her father’s money.”

“I don’t know, Finn. This woman shows up out of nowhere and suddenly you’re buying her a new wardrobe, she’s staying in your place and you missed your golf game with the guys yesterday. Forgive me for thinking something is up here.”

I swivel my chair and look out the window. The casino is bustling with activity for a Monday. Most often these are the slow days. People have checked out from their weekend getaways, the conferences are over and the parties have ended. By Wednesday, everything will be in full swing again.

“She isn’t anyone that you have to worry about.”

“Well, can you at least tell me how you know her so I’m not thinking that you’re being blackmailed?” Hannah sighs, clearly frustrated. I understand her worries, but I can’t tell her how I know Macey. It’s bad enough that Brady already knows Macey is from my hometown, a little fact that I hope he’s forgotten. I don’t want the information getting back to Brandy because if she starts digging, that may embarrass Macey and I made her a promise that I intend to keep.

“I’m not being blackmailed, Hannah. Macey is someone I know, that’s all.”

“Fine. You know I worry.”

“I know and I appreciate it.” I turn back around to face her. “Can you get up a new phone on my account?”

“For Macey?”

I nod. Once again I find myself speaking before I realize what I’m doing. It’s been three days and I’m already finding ways to talk to her or make sure she can get in touch with me after our week is up. I’m breaking my own rules in my own fucking game and none of it makes sense.

“Does she need an apartment as well?”

I shake my head. From what I can gather, she doesn’t live in Vegas and I’m assuming she lives back in Spokane. I could be wrong. Part of me wants to ask, but the other part doesn’t want to know because I don’t want to care. Except I do want to give her a phone so I can selfishly keep tabs on her. How fucked up can I be right now?

“I don’t understand you, Finn,” Hannah says as she leaves my office. I don’t understand myself either.

I stare at the contract on my desk. Each word is jumbled together and doesn’t make sense to me. Pushing it aside, I pick up my phone and dial Lamar’s extension and ask him to come to my office.

“Morning,” he says, barreling into my office. I look up and motion for him to close my door.

“You look fucking tired.”

“I am.” I rake my hand over my face and through my hair, cringing at the spot where Macey pulled last night. I had my face buried between her thighs, feasting as if it was the last time I was going to eat and focused on giving her the best orgasm of her life. I’d push her to the brink and stop. I did this repeatedly until I went to pull away and she took matters into her own hands. The grip she had on my hair hurt, but having her come all over my face was worth it.

This morning before I left to come down for work I gave her an all-inclusive pass to the hotel, giving her every privilege she could ever want. Everything is on the house, from food to spa services. If she wants to get drunk and get her hair done, she can.

“Is she worth it?”

“Worth what?” I ask, needing to know exactly what he means.

“The money. That is some really expensive pussy. You’re paying her thirty, plus the wardrobe. So I’ll ask again, is she worth it?”

“She’s familiar,” I say, sighing. “I sort of knew her in high school. She’d go to a few of the same parties. I was told that she had a crush on me and I’d see her stare at me every now and again from across the room. I thought she was pretty and the few times I spoke to her she seemed smart. She wanted to get out of town as soon as she graduated. I thought she would’ve been a fun summer chick, but she’s from the wrong side of the tracks and my parents would’ve killed me. By the time graduation rolled around, my mom was sick and I was heading off to college, so we hooked up.”

“So you guys are reminiscing?”

“Not exactly,” I say, frowning. “The sex wasn’t memorable.”

“Ouch,” he says, blanching at my words.

Shaking my head, I stand and go over to the window. “I was eighteen and inexperienced. I didn’t know what I was doing.” Unlike now, where I know damn well she’s enjoying herself.

“Was she a virgin?”

Leaning on the railing to look out, I wonder what she’s doing today. If it were me I’d be by the pool or getting a massage. I’d try to enjoy the freedom of being away from me because I’m sure my high-strung, sex-crazed and moody personality is driving her nuts.

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask and there wasn’t any foreplay, ya know. Straight up high school party hookup.”

“And she hasn’t brought it up?”

“No,” I say, throwing my hands in the air. “That’s weird, right? Don’t chicks want to talk about the past and the shit you did to them? Fuck, I don’t even think I took her clothes all the way off. I know my pants never left my hips.”

“Classy.”

“Whatever. Do you know where she’s at?” I ask, knowing full well he’s keeping tabs on her. It’s a shitty thing to do, but I have to protect my investment. I need to know if she’s planning on bailing on me before the week is up. That’s another reason why I haven’t given her the money yet. I don’t want her to leave in the middle of the night.

“By the pool. I was actually heading your way when you called. I thought you’d want to surprise her and the men that keep sitting next to her.” He shows me the camera on his phone, zooming in on where she’s sitting. There’s a guy on each side of her, but she seems to be ignoring them. “Do you trust her?”

“Not to fuck another guy this week? Yeah, I do. She needs the money and genuinely seems into me.”

Lamar pockets his phone and matches my previous stance of looking out the window at the action on the floor.

“Do I seem like a stalker?”

“Nah, you’re protecting your investment. There’s a difference.”

That’s good to know because right now I feel like a fucking creep having him keep an eye on her.

“I think I’m going to head down there and take her to lunch.”

Lamar chuckles and follows me out of my office. I tell Hannah to hold all my calls and don’t miss the disapproving look she gives me. Once I’m out of the elevator, I pull my aviators out of my breast pocket and head out toward the pool. The employees who I encounter all say hi as I pass by.

Macey is easy to spot once the walkway opens up to the pool. Loud music, waitstaff and drunken partygoers all filter around, enjoying themselves. The pool is half beach with sand, while the other half is deeper and set up like a normal pool. I’m the only one out here in a three-piece suit. To say I stand out would be an understatement.

The two guys surrounding Macey are on their sides, bantering back and forth while she lies on her back. I approach them, but she doesn’t move so I reach down and wiggle her toe.

“Can we help you?” the one on the left says.

“Not really.”

By now Macey is sitting up. Her sunglasses are on, making it impossible for me to see her eyes and her expression.

“Right, so move along,” the one on the right says, using his hand to brush me out of the way. I chuckle and shake my head.

“Wanna get lunch or go upstairs and fuck? Maybe I’ll let you suck my dick.” I say this to get a rise out of the two guys. I have no doubt they’ve been trying to hook up with her. Even with the wardrobe and designer clothes, she’s still rocking a fucking bikini that barely covers her assets. I don’t blame the guys for trying. Fuck, I’d be doing the same thing if I weren’t already paying her to fuck me whenever I want. It doesn’t even cross my mind that this may be embarrassing to her, and if it is she’s not saying anything.

“Lunch sounds better,” she says, her tone snarky, and she finishes with a yawn. The morons laugh until they realize she’s packing up her things. Their mouths drop open as they look at me.

“Dude, what the fuck? We were hitting on her,” the one on the right says while his buddy nods in agreement.

“And yet she’s leaving with me.”

“Must be his fucking wife.”

I hold up Macey’s left hand so they can see. “Nope, no ring, not that a ring blocks the hole.”

“You’re so crude,” she says, but can’t truly mean it because instead of taking her hand from mine she threads our fingers together and starts walking back toward the hotel. “You didn’t have to be like that.”

“They were pawing at you.”

“Maybe I liked it.”

“You can like it next week.” I hold the elevator door open for her and she steps in. Unfortunately, there are guests in there as well, cutting our conversation off. The older man, who is about a foot taller than his wife, is checking Macey out in her red string bikini. I don’t blame him. Macey has curves that go on for miles and her tits are natural. I found myself motor boating them last night because I could.

The man catches my eye and nods his head. I give him the look that says, “Yeah, fucker, I’m hitting that.” He raises his fist like he’s going to bump mine, but drops his hand suddenly when his wife looks at him. Thankfully, we arrive at their floor, but not before he takes one last look at Macey.

“That man wanted to fuck you.”

She rolls her eyes and scoffs at me.

“It’s true. I don’t understand why you sell yourself short. I’ve told you, I think you’re beautiful.”

Macey shakes her head. “They see sex. That’s what everyone sees. No one is looking at me and thinking about a future or that I’m wife material. All they see is a good time.”

We arrive at our floor and step out of the elevator. She’s one step ahead of me and uses the key card I left her to open the door. I hate to admit it, but she’s right. I look at her and see sex and it’s fucking amazing. When the caveat of sex came up while we were talking about her spending the week with me, I thought it’d be a couple times. Never, at any time, did I think I’d be fucking her every chance we got.

As soon as she opens the door, I pull the strings on her bikini. While she’s trying to save the bottoms, I pull the one on top as well.

“Fucker.”

I can’t help but laugh as she attempts to cover herself.

“You have a potty mouth.”

“Years of dealing with assholes like you.”

Removing my jacket and vest, I undo my tie and take off my shirt.

“I think you’re missing the music you need to strip by, Magic Mike,” she says, flipping me off.

Shaking my head, I unlatch my belt and unbutton my pants, pulling the zipper down and freeing my cock from my boxers.

“Do you want to get on your knees here? Or do you prefer the couch?” I don’t wait for her response and walk over to my leather sofa and sit down, reclining a little.

“I thought you were joking,” she says softly.

“I’m not, Macey. You have two options. I’m letting you choose. You can either blow me or I’m going to fuck you.”

I don’t know what it is about her, but even with her saucy attitude she turns me on. Of course, it could be the power trip from knowing that there are at least three men in this hotel that would give their left nut to be with her right now and the only one who gets his wish granted is me.

If I think anything is going to be easy with her, I’m mistaken. Instead of getting on her knees to suck my dick, she sits on a cushion away from me and spreads her legs, showing me the pussy that has owned me since Friday night.

“Is this what you want?” she asks, pulling her lips apart. In an instant, my cock is in my hand and I’m stroking. My eyes are focused on her fingers as they play with her clit and when she inserts a finger into her pussy, I about lose my shit.

“Are you this dirty for everyone?” It’s something I have to know. She’s made it very clear that she’s not a whore and I believe her, but the nagging voice in my head wants to know if this is what she’s like outside of my house.

“No, only you,” she tells me, adding another finger. Her free hand cups her breast, tweaking her nipple, and her hips rock to meet the tempo she’s created. Macey moans and her eyes roll back in her head. The sight of her getting herself off has my dick screaming. He wants to be buried deep inside that pussy of hers.

“Fuck this hand shit,” I say, pulling the drawer on the coffee table open to grab a condom. I rip the package open and grab the rubber, never taking my eyes off her. “Don’t you fucking come,” I tell her as I slide the condom over my aching dick.

“Turn around and look out the window.”

She does as I say, never removing her hand. I line my cock up with her entrance, and wait, pushing against her fingers while she tries to get herself off.

I press against her body, biting down on her earlobe. “Do you need a toy, Macey? Is my dick not big enough for you? How about a threesome, huh? Do you want two dicks in that tiny twat of yours?” By my last question I’m slamming into her, her fingers be damned.

“Yes,” she yells out, gripping the back of the couch. The only sounds in the room are from us, between the heavy grunts and our skin slapping against each other. My hands clutch her hips as our bodies crash together. It’s only seconds before she’s coming, screaming out as she convulses.

“So fucking wet and all mine,” I remind her as I fill her hole with my cock.

Macey looks at me over her shoulder, watching me as I fuck her. Our eyes never part as I find my release and as much as I want to look away, I can’t. Knowing she can see the satisfaction I get from fucking her makes my orgasm all the more powerful.