stic home and not a glass cage, and if she sees this place looking like a showroom for a bachelor

t help the smirk that tugs at my lips. "The gr

til I can smell the faint scent of whiskey on his skin. "She isn'

I see a lightbulb go off in his head that makes

ays. It isn'

use

re, hide the whiskey-I don't care. Just make it look... warm." He takes a step closer, and his voice drops to that husky registe

rse tightly.

ight to help me fix this mess, play the part of my girlfriend for t

ffice, and I think about my bank account. Sure I had a lot of money from this job, but I wanted to take

s just a s

r no longer li

ad cancer with only

e place to another before even

" I ask

ms, "Do we have a d

**

such a go

often tugged on my lips li

nd I really cannot tell if it's out o

e known him, he has never been soft with anyone. In fa

ional pout when I am unabl

It should be part of the acting, but it feels so real

gh," Lady Jessica says in an observant

rdict before I take such a bold s

ver you want, Scott. I don't th

ourse

ust not serio

" he says in

g to look at me. I give a polite smile and st

iles per hour, and my lips are tingling delici

mutter to myself, but I feel needy as

mind momentarily wandering

had a boss who needed me at his beck and call. Most times,

ld rather fuck a woman-I mean, he only cared about finishing, about his own pleas

having to so

ine. I didn't care that much about being the sole provider, but it did start to get ann

g my life, talking about how I was treating

tay

t trying to underst

and Scott-who needed his overworked personal servant to be in top condition a

rst, but now-seven mon

p around me from behind, crawling up my shirt. I

mediately. "Sh

ing but kiss

ed with me," I tease, hoping his pride would make h

"You're my girlfr

slips inside my mouth. I'm melting into him, my hands suddenly tugg