Chapter 20

Kendra

I don’t know who I was more furious with, Grant or myself. My reason for being furious with Grant was pretty clear in my mind. He had straight up used me the previous night. I thought, for some reason, that if I did what he asked then it might prove to him finally that I wasn’t a liar and that I actually cared for him. I sucked him dry, without hesitation. I gagged, I choked, and I swallowed all of him. And when I was done? He turned and went back to his room.

And that was why I was mad at myself, too. I should have known what he would do. One act of contrition wouldn’t be enough to change the way he felt about me. Why did I ever think it would? I didn’t even know why I still cared for him so much.

At first, it was a sexual desire. Perhaps the strongest I had ever felt for another person. But then, it became more than that. He took a hold of me and now refused to let go, no matter how hard I tried to get away. It was so frustrating. I didn’t want to care about him the way I did. I didn’t want to ever think about him again. But I couldn’t help myself. The heart wants what it wants, and it wanted Grant. For better or worse. Although at that point in time, “for worse” seemed to be the more likely option.

So, it was another sleepless night for me, thanks to Grant. How many hours of rest had I lost over him? Too many. The only positive thing about not being able to sleep was that it meant I was able to get up and get ready on time. The moment 7:30 a.m. struck, I walked through the adjoining door into his room. He wasn’t going to chastise me for being late. In fact, he was never going to chastise me again. I’d had enough.

“Right on time,” Grant said the moment I walked in. He was ready too. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked like he waited for me. “It’s good to see that you’re learning.”

“Is that what you think this is?” I shot back, feeling my temperature rising. Already, I could tell he was in a smug mood. I had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

“Or maybe you just got a good night sleep? I know I did. Never slept better, actually. Can’t imagine why.” He smirked as he stood from the bed.

“Me too,” I lied. “Although, I went to sleep about fifteen minutes after you. I had to finish myself off. But that’s starting to become part for the course, it would seem.” I fixed him with a cold stare that didn’t seem to affect him at all.

“That’s a shame. You should really look into that.” He made his way for the door. “Now come on. We have a big day. You, especially.” And he was at the door.

I, however, remained where I was, steaming mad over his reaction. It seemed that my initial impression was correct, and I was nothing more than a hole and a mouth to him. Why did I have to like him so damn much?

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We rode to the convention in silence, not even making eye contact the entire way. It was an awkward silence, at least on my end. For all I knew, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Much like he had last night. For some reason, he seemed to get off on humiliating me, as if it were all justified by one mistake I made years and years ago. How many more times did he have to hurt me until he finally forgave me?

It was a question that was soon to be answered.

The hotel was only five minutes from the convention, although when we arrived, I soon learned that convention was the wrong word for it. In fact, I really had no idea what to think when the car pulled up.

The building we arrived at looked more like a laboratory than anything. I even spotted the odd man in a white coat walking through the sliding doors at the front of the building.

“Where are we?” I asked. I had been expecting a concert hall or stadium of some kind. Any large space that could house hundreds of people. This was nothing like what I had been expecting.

“This is where it’s taking place,” he said as he stepped from the car. “What were you expecting?”

“Hold up,” I said, grabbing him by the arm. As I did, he looked down at my hand wrapped around his bicep. He looked surprised to see it there, as if me grabbing him was the most unjust thing to ever happen in the world. “Are you going to tell me what exactly is going on? What did you bring me here for?”

“You’ll see,” he said, pulling his arm from my grip.

The room Grant led me to was more akin to a doctor’s office than anything else. It was cold and isolated, with white walls and no windows. There was even a chair in the room similar to ones used by gynecologists. But that was nothing compared to the four men who were waiting for us.

Two of them wore suits, much like Grant’s. They looked like business men and held themselves in a way that only men with a lot of money were able. They actually reminded me of Grant to some degree, and one of them was easily his equal in terms of how good looking he was.

The other two men wore lab coats. They were spindly and creepy. As I entered the room, I felt their eyes ravage me, as if they had never seen a woman before now.

“Is this her?” one of them asked, the moment Grant and I were in the room. His voice was high-pitched, echoing through the room. It sent a shiver up my spine.

“It is,” Grant responded, looking smug with himself. I didn’t like the look of that smile, or the look of the room we were in. “What do you think?”

“Excellent!” one of the men in suits said. “I assume that she is as perfect down there as the rest of her suggests?”

“Even more so,” Grant assured him.

It was at that point that I had to speak up. The conversation taking place around me creeped me out terribly. These weirdos spoke about me like I wasn’t even in the room. And I still had no idea what the fuck was going on. I was fairly certain I wouldn’t like the answer once I found out.

“Okay, that’s it,” I said, stepping back from the four men. “Is someone going to tell me what the hell is going on? Who are these men? Why are they wearing lab coats? And where is the audience? Aren’t we here to sell products?”

Grant took my hand, turning me to face him. “Kendra, I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you. I didn’t bring you here to help me make a sale. I brought you here as a model.”

“What? What kind of model?”

“My plan is to extend the Luscious brand nationally. Starting here and then moving to Vegas and L.A. and even New Orleans. These men represent prospective clients in those cities. Before they agree to any purchases or contracts though, they need to see the products in action.”

He had to be kidding. There was no way he could expect me to do this.

“The one that interested them the most was the gummy mold. They want to see it in action, and they want to see a final product to take back with them. Understand?”

Oh, I understood all right. And I was furious. Grant literally wanted me to get up on that seat, spread my legs, and let those men make a mold of my pussy. He literally expected me to go along with it like some sort of lap dog.

I was going to unleash hell on him. I was going to tell him to go fuck himself, turn, and storm out of the room. But I stopped myself at the last minute. I stopped myself because I knew that if I did that, it would hurt the business. If it hurt the business, it would ultimately hurt Grant. As much as I hated myself for it, I could still never do that to him.

So I complied. I nodded my head and obediently climbed up on the chair. I allowed the men to remove my pants as they brought out the gummy mold. I sat there in silence as the two creepy men in lab coats proceeded to touch me in places that no man should touch without permission. I sat in silence as the other two men in suits watched me, hunger in their eyes. I sat in silence as they made comments about how nice my vagina was and how perfect it would be. And I sat in silence as they shook Grant’s hand at the end of it all, congratulating him on his hard work and how much they were looking forward to working with him in the future.

Although I was silent, I wasn’t idle. I spent that time planning what I was going to say to Grant. I spent that time fuming, knowing that I would unleash on him the moment we were alone. The moment that we got back to the hotel. And that’s exactly what I did.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” I yelled, the very second we were in the room. I didn’t care that I cursed. Or that I screamed. I didn’t care that I showed him how much he’d gotten to me. He had done a terrible thing, and he needed to know it.

“Keep your voice down,” he said calmly as he closed the door behind me. “We have neighbors.”

“I don’t give a damn! That was fucked up. How could you think that was okay? You brought me here under a false pretense!”

“Did I?” he asked, acting as if he had done nothing wrong. “I told you, I needed your help selling a product, and that’s exactly what you did. I really don’t see why you’re so upset.”

“You can’t be serious? Having those men eye-fuck me? Having them grope me like a piece of meat? I’ve never felt dirtier.”

“Really? I would have thought you’d like being man-handled by a group of men. I would have thought that was right up your alley—”

I slapped him. An open palm across the face. I had never been more furious with someone. I had never felt more enraged. He could fire me if he wanted to. He could never speak to me again. In that moment, he was the most disgusting person I had ever come across.

Without waiting to see what his response was, I turned and stormed from the room. But I didn’t go into my own room. That would have left me too close to him. I had to be as far away from that man as possible. Instead, I turned into the hallway and made my way to the elevator. A minute later, I walked out the hotel and onto the streets of Atlantic City. I had no idea where I was going or what I was going to do. But I didn’t care. As long as Grant wasn’t with me. In that moment that was all I cared about.