“You need to stop playing games, girl. It’s time to grow up. Your family needs this?—”
“You don’t need shit! You are the wealthiest man in all of Chile, probably Monaco and the US as well, what more could you possib?—”
“That is enough!” he shouts, his search for the infamous pen all but forgotten. His voice vibrates the room, and I feel his palpable rage through my veins. My eyes meet the floor on instinct as I attempt to breathe calmly out of my nose, counting to three to stop my sharp tongue from getting me into trouble and rapidly blinking away the sting in my eyes.
“You have embarrassed me in front of our guests.”
You embarrassed yourself,are the words I don’t say.
Keeping my focus on the floor, he continues, “It is time to hold up your end. Your family requires you to do your duty. You are not a child anymore, Rosita. You need to take responsibility for your life.” He scolds me and gestures for the seat in front of him. I take it, like my body operates on autopilot, still not making eye contact. He unbuttons his suit jacket and takes a seat, relaxing back into his chair and swirling his whiskey glass.I can feel his fixation on me like a burning brand, and my entire skin itches from the scrutiny.
“We need to sort out the terms. You will be amenable. And you will behave. Is that understood?”
I breathe slowly, trying to get a hold of my racing heart and steady myself. I refuse to show weakness in front of anyone, especially this man, and I know if I speak my voice will give me away.
“I asked, is thatunderstood?” he repeats, an air of menace around him.
“Yes,Padré.”Dammit.There is no way he didn’t hear me falter.
Despite my weakness bettering me, I remain immovable as my father plans for the entirety of my life, like I am not human. Like my life means nothing at all.
CHAPTER 6
winning is what i do
Caleb
“Ipromised you a blow job, didn’t I?”
“You did. You absolutely, one hundred percent did. I remember it.” Her deep chuckle flows through me like a poison designed to spike a heart rate and kill you in seconds. Rosie Garcia is perfection personified. Seductive and stunning, but in the very next breath she’s witty and bold, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life. The show earlier in the elevator had left us both ravenous. She came so hard on my tongue I nearly exploded in my pants.
“Room. Unlock,” she pants as we kiss, her tongue velvety smooth. She tastes like expensive champagne and bad decisions, and I want more. I fumble with the key to my apartment as Rosie’s hands claw at my belt buckle, our lips never disconnecting. The moment the door is open she pushes off, grabbing hold of my suit jacket and dragging me, almost stumbling through the door before she slams it closed and thrusts me against it.
“Awfully talented with that tongue.” She practically moans as she reaches up on her toes to seal her lips back on mine.
“So many other talents to show you.”
“My turn.” And with that, her knees hit the floor and my pants are at my ankles. Without hesitation, she pulls my cock from my briefs and runs her tongue seductively over the tip.
“Fuckkk.” A deep grumble makes its way out of my throat as I try to squeeze my eyes, ass, and balls to stop from coming too quickly. I’m still hearing the echo of her warning, that this was only one time. And while I am confident in my ability to wear her down and get her to make an exception, I’m also aware Rosie is unlike any other woman. She isn’t going to beg, crawl, or drool. Hell, if I challenged her right now, I’m almost certain she’d zip my fly back up, pat me on the head like a good boy, and saunter back out of here like she isn’t dripping wet and needy. She is the most strong-willed person I’ve ever met and it’s both incredibly enticing and terrifying all at once.
When I look down into Rosie’s big, whiskey-brown eyes, she hums while taking me all the way to the back of her throat. “Fuck yes,” I whisper, wrapping a fist in her curls and egging her on. She wraps her hands around the back of my thighs, and with the pinch of her nails, she lets me have it. Completely owning me with her hot, wet mouth, her hollowed cheeks, and lapping tongue. A little moan and the squeeze of her thighs has my grip on her head tightening as I start to pick up the pace, and I nearly combust at the growl of pleasure she lets out. All the approval I need to cut loose any restraint and fu?—
“Caleb, open up!” The unpleasant sound of Lucas banging on my door interrupts the recurring memory of my dreams. Just as it was about to get really good, too,fucker.
I groan and slap a hand to my phone that rests on my nightstand to check the time. Five thirty in the morning. I’m an early riser, but can’t a man get a sleep in?
The knocking comes again, and with agitation, I pull myself from my bed, pulling on some gray sweats as I make my way to the front door.
I swing the door open, but I don’t get a chance to question this visit. Instead Lucas just strolls on through the apartment. A running tee, shorts, and backwards cap, the ink on his left arm looks shiny with the sweat coating his body.
“Jesus, the fuck you all wet for?” I ask before clearing my throat of sleep.
“You’re still sleeping?” He pulls the hat from his head and ruffles his messy mop of wavy black hair, heading in the direction of the kitchen.
“The sun isn’t up yet and you’re asking me if I was still sleeping.” I huff, shaking my head at him. “You ruined my favorite dream, by the way.” He chuckles and follows me into the kitchen. I turn on the coffee machine and grab a cup, I’m awake now, may as well get ready for the day. “Coffee?”
“Sure.” He settles himself at the island and leans forward, his head hung in his hands.
