Chapter 1
Rose
Five years later…
“We need more time, baby. I swear this will work.”
I frown and turn on my pout that always works wonders for my husband. “But I don’t want to be here anymore. I miss you. Do you have any idea what it’s like to suck that disgusting man’s hairy dick?”
A growl rumbles in his throat, and I smile at my reflection in the mirror. My blood red fingernails are holding my phone to my ear as I paint on more mascara with the other hand.
“I hate when you tell me the shit you do, Ro.”
“Well, I hate that you make me do the shit I do, Tay.”
He huffs into the phone again, and I can imagine him pacing our New York City, expensive loft, running his fingers through his blond hair, his bicep bulging as he does it. Tate’s as good looking as they come. Tall, strapping, and a jaw so chiseled it could cut diamonds. There was a time when I had a simple girly crush on my brother-in-law. Once Willa died, that crush evolved into something explosive. I wasn’t even seventeen when he fucked me for the first time on the bed he used to share with my sister.
“Listen,” he says softly, “this won’t last much longer. The dirty bastard is dying. Only a few more days and he’ll keel the fuck over. Then, you’re coming back into my bed where I’ll keep you until we’re both good and sexually satisfied. Once you’ve had enough orgasms to make your pretty little heart happy, then we’ll go spend that asshole’s money. Every goddamned dime.”
My blood boils at the mention of the reason why I’m here. Walter Bach, the sixty-eight year old real estate mogul with a heart condition, has somehow managed to toss enough money to the local judges to get himself out of nine sexual harassment lawsuits, all of which he was no doubt guilty of. One of the girls, and I say girl because she was only sixteen, had ended up taking her life after his crime went unpunished. Walt is a fucking pig. A monster. Someone I will enjoy watching die. Tate and I researched this jerk for months until we figured out how we’d con him right out of his entire fortune, and his life.
I’ve been with good ‘ol Walt for two months and he’s already given me a sleek, silver Mercedes-AMG GT-S with cherry red, leather interior, his Black American Express card, and a 10-carat, marquise-shaped diamond engagement ring.
I miss my wedding ring though. The one that belonged to Willa that Tate had redesigned just for me. Of course I couldn’t bring that along for my mission. I never do. All ties to Tate and our life together have to be hidden. Calling him from my cell while in Walter’s house is playing with fire.
“Can I fly out to your office tomorrow while Walt goes out of town for a meeting? We could fuck on your desk like old times and spend the entire weekend together,” I purr breathily into the phone.
He groans. “Jesus, Rose.”
“Please…”
My pleas are cut short when someone bangs on the door.
“Claudia,” Walt booms from the other side, “are you in there?”
“Shit,” I hiss into the phone, “I have to go. Think about what I said. Tomorrow at lunch, baby.”
I don’t wait for his response and hang up the phone. “I’ll be right out, babe. Just freshening up for my soon-to-be husband.” My singsong voice through the door pleases him and he chuckles with delight before heavily padding away from the door.
Quickly, I dress in the sexy, black lingerie I’d bought in hopes of driving Walter crazy. The more I amp him up, the harder it’ll be on his already worn out ticker. Wild sex and partying like we’re both twenty-one, not just me, are sure to be taking its toll on the old fuck.
Once I’m satisfied that I look like a porn star, I slip on my stilettoes and hide my phone in my purse. I exit the bathroom and strut around his massive home until I find him leaned up against his bar, wearing a sly grin.
I suppress the shudder that threatens to ripple through me and instead beam at him. “Do you like this one, baby?”
His hungry eyes devour my scantily clad body before meeting my own seemingly needy gaze. “God, woman, you’re going to kill me.”
If he only knew.
“You like it,” I tease and make my way behind the bar.
He watches me while I make him a Red bull and vodka. I wait for him to suck it down before making another.
“I think,” I tell him almost shyly, which is a fucking farce, “maybe we could get kinky tonight.”
His eyes widen, and I know the look. My words get his cock hard as fuck. “Kinky how?”
“Role play. Bondage. Ass sex. Whatever you’re in the mood for…” I trail off and bat my long lashes at him, almost innocently.
He reaches over and grabs my wrist. “Will you pretend you’re underage again? I like when you do that. Tell me you’re a virgin and call me Daddy.”
I laugh because if I don’t, I might throw up on his ugly face. “You want me to struggle or am I supposed to like it?”
His eyes darken and he scratches at the white scruff along his jaw. “I want you to struggle and beg for your mommy to save you.”
The mention of my bitch mother sours my mood and I frown. “Okay. But let’s get fucked up first, baby.”
I’ve pulled out all the stops.
Gave him the best blow job known to man.
Fingered his ass hole while I sucked on his balls.
Let him do his weird, kinky role playing shit.
And liquored him up well.
It’s time to pull out the big guns.
“Walter, untie me. I have some coke in my purse. God, I orgasm so good on that shit,” I say in a sultry voice and try to look over my shoulder at him.
“You’re insane, woman,” he grunts as he pads out of the room.
I tug at the bindings on my wrists and wish I could wriggle free. Realizing the fat bastard has me secured well, I relax and wait for more of his sick bullshit.
“Who’s Tate?”
The name on Walt’s lips chills my blood. “Untie me, Walt.”
A lamp crashes to the floor and I jump.
“I dialed the number back and some man answers the phone with ‘hey, baby.’ Who the hell else calls you, baby, besides me?” he snarls.
“It’s not what you think. That’s an old friend from high school. Walter he’s gay!” I lie, my voice becoming shrill.
More shit slams to the floor as Walt goes into a rage. “You stupid bitch! You’re playing me. Fucking playing me. My attorney even told me so and I laughed in his goddamned face. I thought you loved me.”
I turn on the waterworks for two reasons: one, I’m caught and that just sucks, and two, I’m trapped on his bed without any way to defend myself.
“P-Please,” I sob. “I swear it’s not what you think.” But it is. It’s worse even.
“Fucking lies. Why don’t we call him back and ask him?”
The sound of the phone ringing on speaker echoes through the bedroom and I start crying. This time when Tate answers, he wisely doesn’t say a word.
“You two fucking me over?” Walter demands.
“Where’s…” Tate says with a growl, “Claudia?”
He doesn’t reveal my real name, thankfully. And thank God he knows exactly where I’m at. But that won’t help me if it takes him twelve hours to get here by plane.