Chapter 15

Spade Maverick

I groaned.

"What do you mean you don't understand! It's fucking simple." I looked at the chef in front of me.

"Well, a restaurant in a casino?"

"No way! Food in a hotel people stay in for days? That's unheard of. Yes you half-whit were feeding people. Now if that's all you wanted to discuss, I suggest you return to the kitchen before it opens." I smiled.

He nodded, leaving, almost walking into Vanessa.

"Sorry." She said and moved.

He just walked past her and I rolled my eyes.

"Hi, sir." She mumbled, her face red.

I smiled.

"Ace. Sit." I didn't specify but she came to one of the chairs and sat herself.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my chin resting on my hand, my elbow resting on the desk.

She looked down at her dress, playing with the fabric.

"You don't look at me I'll have you sit on my lap instead." I whispered and her eyes snapped to mine.

"W-what's happening today?" She asked.

"Well, you're going to stay in here with me for a while, I'll do paperwork, you'll print stuff out for me, then put things together and staple things. You up to it?" I asked.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl. For now, bring the chair over here by me."

I hardly slept last night knowing that it actually got her off. I was impossibly hard, it took over 5 fucking orgasms to be able to lay down and not quite think of that.

She picked the chair up, and I stood, taking it from her as I set it by me, dusting it off before directing her to sit.

She did and I pulled it closer.

"Do I just sit here for now?" She asked and I nodded, looking at my computer as I settled my hand atop her bare thigh.

"I think your chef thought I was some sort of prostitute." She murmured.

I sighed.

"A lot of people think a lot of things, mia amata. Doesn't mean they're true." I answered.

Her hands fell on my one, as she began messing with my rings.

"Do you always wear them?" She asked.

"Mostly."

She hummed.

"What happened last night?" I looked at her.

She didn't look at me.

"I-I did it." She whispered.

"And? Did it feel good alone or did you need the vibrator too?" I turned my chair to face her and pulled hers to face me, I leaned forward, my hands on her outer thighs now.

"Just that." She looked at me for a split second before looking down.

"Why can't you look at me?" I asked.

She took a deep breath, biting her lower lip as she thought.

"Because it was essentially yours." She replied.

I shrugged.

"I could do better." I answered.

"I don't doubt it." She laughed softly,

I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her to lean forward as I kissed her forehead.

"It's not embarrassing. You asked for it, I delivered. Our relationship has never been professional. There's no reason to begin acting like it ever was."

"I know." She sat back, looking at me when she was relaxed.

I pulled her feet up onto my lap, removing the heel she wore on her right foot before massaging it.

"Don't you have work to do?" She asked.

"Nope." I answered.

She frowned.

"What?"

"I need to get my nails done." She looked between her hands.

I grabbed my wallet off my desk and handed my card to her.

"Then get them done."

"Spade-"

"It's Sir. My name is Sir, if you can't remember that from now on, I'll teach you. Got it?" I pressed.

She already fucked herself with a replica of my cock, why shouldn't I began adjusting her to habit she needs.

"I'm sorry, S-sir, but I don't think I want you to always pay for everything." She said quietly.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Ace. But you're mine. You get certain privileges when it comes to that. This is one." I tapped on the card that sat between us when she sat it down.

"So I'm not allowed to leave then?"

"Never. You can absolutely try. I'd love to see that. Because I'd rip every structure down, starting with my casino to find you. So, the reason you don't give into me right now will never make sense, since you will eventually." I leaned down, grabbing her heel as I placed it back onto her foot.

I let my hands run up and down her calves.

"What if I still don't think you're my type?" She asked.

I shut my eyes, calming myself.

"I am." I promised.

She frowned.

"But-"

"I'll call my driver, take the card, get your nails done. If you need anything, call me." I handed her the card and helped her stand.

"Thank you." She looked up at me.

I grabbed her chin.

"Be careful." I was absolutely serious.

"I will be, Sir." She nodded and I kissed her atop the head before she left.

I made the call.

Luckily, before she came, I put a tracking chip in every article of clothing.

Just for instances like these where I couldn't be with her.

I called Dalton.

"Yes boss."

"Follow the head car, Vanessa's getting her nails done. Make sure nothing happens."

"On it."

"Thank you." I hung up and pulled up the maps on my computer, watching the blue circle which was her, go out of the hotel and into the car.

I sighed, postponing any work till she was back and with me.