Chapter 8 A Problem
Ian
I glanced at the phone screen. Claire hadn’t sounded right, even though she tried to act normal. Lately I’d noticed her moods swinging, like she was starting to suspect something, but I’d covered my tracks perfectly. She’d never find out.
“Ugh,” I groaned, fingers tightening in Pattie’s hair as she took me all the way down her throat. I was so close.
My sweet Pattie. The second I came, she swallowed everything, looked up at me, and slowly licked her lips like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
“You liked that?” she asked with a smirk.
I grinned. “Come here.”
She crawled up and I kissed her hard.
Pattie was exactly what I needed now to spice up my dull life and my dull wife. The sex with Claire had become so boring, nothing exciting, nothing to look forward to. She didn’t even know how to put on sexy lingerie or dress to turn me on. I was tired of it all.
But the moment I saw Pattie, that spark hit me, and I knew she was heaven-sent.
“Don’t you think your wife will suspect something by now?” she teased, shaking her hips with a breathy little laugh.
“No way,” I laughed. “She’s too dull to even imagine it. You don’t know Claire; she trusts me completely. She never questions me. She follows me around like a lost puppy.” I clicked my tongue. “She doesn’t know any other man but me. Anyway, enough about her. How about I fuck you until you pass out?”
Her eyes went wide, then she smiled seductively and straightened up. Her breasts were bare, only those crotchless panties on, the ones with the hole made just for this.
“I want that,” she whispered, climbing on top of me and sinking down slowly. I gasped; this was perfection, exactly what I needed in my life.
After we finished, wild and rough, she collapsed beside me, both of us breathing hard.
“The best,” she murmured.
I smiled, loving the praise, and kissed her forehead. “Good that you know.”
How did I meet Pattie? Through my friend Billy. I’d complained to him about my lifeless marriage, and he just laughed at me. I was embarrassed until he said I should get myself a girl on the side. At first I refused; I didn’t want to cheat on Claire.
Turns out Billy who was married too had a much younger girl who was crazy in bed as he says it. When he started introducing me to others, I still held back. Then I saw Pattie. One look and I was hard. I couldn’t get her body, her voice, her presence out of my head for days, weeks.
So I did something I’d never done in all my years with Claire: I slept with another woman. And I loved it. It was wild, nothing like the boring sex at home.
That day I realized keeping Pattie was the best decision I’d ever made.
Soon she fell asleep beside me. I smiled, feeling truly fulfilled with her in my arms, and drifted off myself, happier than I’d felt in a long time.
Pattie
He was finally asleep, snoring like a pig.
I slipped out of bed and looked down at him. I still can’t believe Liam actually handed me over to this guy, whose dick isn’t even half of his. How his wife has survived it all these years, I’ll never know.
I grabbed a cigarette, lit it, threw on a silk nightgown, and stepped onto the balcony, puffing out smoke into the night air.
The only good thing about Ian is his money and the way he spoils me silly. Because of him I’ve blown up in the modeling world; gigs I never dreamed of just fall into my lap now.
If Liam didn’t have that stupid rule, “you want something, work for it yourself,” I wouldn’t be here snuggling this old fool.
Liam and I are together, but nothing ever comes easy with him; I always have to earn it. I knew that from the start when I began dating him.
My phone vibrated on the table inside. I walked back in, picked it up, and there he was, the exact man I’d been thinking about.
I smiled, went back outside, and slid the glass door shut.
“Hey babe, took you long enough to call,” I said, biting my lip as I sat down.
His voice came through, calm and steady, the kind that instantly makes a woman wet.
“You have a problem,” he said.
I sat up straighter. “What is it?”
He paused for a second.
“Not that big a problem, but the client’s wife found out about your affair.”
I whistled low and let out a small laugh. I thought he said she’d never notice. Well, he’d kept it hidden for a whole year.
“So how did she find out?” I asked, taking another drag.
“The way rich people do, obviously.”
I nodded. “She spied on him.”
His silence told me I was right.
Still, I’m not leaving Ian until I find someone better, so her loss.
“What are we gonna do about her?” I asked.
He paused again before answering, “I’ll handle that myself.”
That caught me off guard. Liam never wastes time on things or people like this.
“Enough about that guy,” he said, voice softening. “How’s my best girl doing?”
I giggled. “Just fine.” I puffed the cigar.
“That bastard went into your pussy again, didn’t he?” he asked.
I squealed. “Like you don’t love watching me get fucked.”
He laughed, deep and rich, something he rarely does.
“But I missed you,” I said softly into the phone.
Silence. He never answered that. He never did.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing with that guy and don’t forget to pay your dues, sweetheart. You know I don’t play with my money,” he said, voice flat, all business.
Money. Always money. The only thing that ever mattered to him.
If only he could ever finish, ever truly know what orgasm feels like, he might understand what real pleasure feels like. But only I know the truth: Liam has never once in his life released. Not with me, not with anyone. He’s incredible in bed, yes, but that curse drains him dry, turns him cold. So now all he cares about is cash, control, power. Nothing else gets through.
That’s why I’m still shocked he said he’d handle Ian’s wife himself.
“I know, okay? I will never forget our deal, so relax. I’m your girlfriend, remember?” I pouted.
“Exactly why you get a bigger cut than the rest,” he shot back. “Don’t get greedy, and definitely don’t forget who pulled you out of the gutter and polished you up.”
I hated when he said that. I hated it.
Once upon a time I was a nobody model, lucky to book one job every two years. Now I’m everywhere. And he never lets me forget who made that happen.
“I’ll never forget,” I muttered.
“Good.”
Click.
No goodbye. No “I love you.” Just the line gone dead.
I do love him. God, I really do. But getting him to say it back, to show it, is like trying to squeeze water from stone. It eats me alive. At least with Ian I get the sweet words, the “you’re beautiful,” the little lies a woman wants to hear.
But Ian isn’t Liam.
Liam is the man every girl in the room turns to look at the second he walks in. The first time he saw me, his eyes dragged over every inch of me and he just said, low and rough, “Perfect,” like I was a sculpture he wanted to own.
And when he fucked me that first night, I blacked out. Literally passed out from how good it was. I didn’t even notice he never came, didn’t realize until much later that he never does.
Still, no one has ever come close. Not before him, not after. He’s untouchable. Irresistible. Top-tier in every way.
I yawned, flicked the cigarette off the balcony, and stretched. Long day.
Back inside, Ian was snoring loud enough to rattle the windows. For a split second I pictured slapping him across the face just to shut him up. My fists actually clenched.
How the hell am I supposed to sleep through that?
I just sighed and dragged my feet out to the living room, leaving Ian’s chainsaw snoring behind.
Tomorrow morning he’ll have the nerve to ask, all innocent, “Baby, why didn’t you sleep in the bed with me?” pathetic.