Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Ben and Marcus like this shit. They like it a lot.
I bet they are really fucking glad they met East End Lucy-Lou tonight.
Only Ben and Marcus won’t be getting the chance.
A torchlight beams out like a beacon and lands on us, making me blink in the glare. I flinch as a voice booms loud.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! GET THE FUCK AWAY! NOW!”
I know that voice really fucking well.
Oh my God.
It’s Heath.
The glare blinds Marcus and Ben as much as it does me, and they pull out of my pussy with a shit, shit, shit. They push me aside like a ragdoll, so I sprawl in the sand, off balance. Such fucking gentlemen.
They scrabble to get their pants up and their dicks back in, and the pair of wimps fucking leg it. They sprint away back towards town, without a single scrap of care for Lucy, and the predicament she could be in.
Assholes.
Heath waits until they are shadows racing away before he reaches me and holds out a hand.
I brush the sand off myself as I get to my feet, and Josh is there with him, collecting my clutch and stilettos. Oh, and my panties. He gets them, too.
My heart pounds, trying to get a glimpse of their faces to see if I’ve passed the test.
“Well?” I ask them, aware of how damn flustered I sound. “I did it, right? Was I good enough? Did I deliver?”
“You did it, alright,” Josh says and helps guide me towards the gate in the villa wall.
“And did you like it?” I ask the pair of them, stepping into the garden. “Was it fun?”
I can see the pair of them now, in the glow of the villa lighting. The familiarity makes my heart pang.
“No,” Heath says, and wraps an arm around Josh’s shoulder. “It wasn’t fun at all, it was fucking shit, actually.”
My world feels as though it’s about to drop through the floor, but Josh leans in to kiss me.
“That was Heath’s point, though,” he tells me. “That was what it was all about. A test.”
“What test?”
I feel so confused.
“Heath wanted to see Holly in action, with other men. And he wanted me to see Holly in action, with other men. He wanted to know what it felt like.”
“You were a great performer, just as I knew you would be,” Heath says, taking my hand. “But the experience wasn’t the greatest. It was… interesting. Certainly interesting.”
“Interesting?”
“It made Heath jealous,” Josh tells me, landing a kiss on my shoulder.
My stomach lurches.
“Jealous? Really?!”
“Really,” Heath says, opening the terrace door for me once we get to the pool. “And it made your boyfriend jealous, too.”
I turn to Josh, my eyes searching his.
“It made you jealous? For real? What the hell?”
I can’t stop staring at him as I back my way into the kitchen. I’m transfixed by his presence. By his demeanour. By the burn in his eyes.
The two amateurs’ ferocity has nothing on the way my boyfriend takes hold of me and slams me onto the breakfast bar, positioning himself over me with a dirty scowl on his face.
“Yes, it made me jealous,” he says. “Turns out watching something in the flesh is a tad bit different to hearing about it in the aftermath, Ella. You looked like a real fucking whore out there. Fuck, how you wanted them, that was no fucking act.”
“I wanted cock, Josh, not them. They never meant shit to me. The proposal did.”
I love the way his body feels against mine, just the way it should do.
“You’re fucking mine,” he says. “Even though you’re a hooker, you belong to me. You know that? Those pricks thought they were lords of the fucking manor, but they’re nothing. They were shit. This is the real deal, right here.”
I tip my head back and nod.
“You don’t need to tell me that, Josh. I already know. The real deal is right here, in this room. This is exactly where I belong. I belong to you.”
I look over at the fire in Heath’s eyes, so deep and brutal that it rivals Josh’s.
And I know again there is something unspoken in the room…
I can feel what Heath wants to say, because I feel it myself. It thrums through me like electric waves.
I belong to him, too. That’s the truth of it.
And not just me, either. The same applies to my boyfriend.
Yes, I belong to Josh, but I also belong to Heath Mason.
We both do.
Oh my God, we’re fucked.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I’ve never been on a yacht before, and have no idea whatsoever of the grandeur of one when it’s up close and personal. It looks like a billionaire owns it, and they probably do. Heath is multi-millionaire turf, but even he raises his eyebrows when our host welcomes us onboard ready for our luxury afternoon tour of the Côte d’Azur.