“Can we just… go somewhere?”

Meaning, I want to get away from all of this, and hopefully while we’re out, you’ll finally fuck me and make me forget everything.

“Luckily for you, we have a business trip.”

24

ADDISON

This was not what I wanted to happen when I asked Warren if we could go somewhere.

My eyes glanced at him. He was typing on his phone with one hand, a coffee in the other. The dark circles under his eyes seemed to have lightened since the charity, and his skin looked refreshed.

At least someone is able to rest.

I, on the other hand, had been obsessively looking at the Google searches to try and find the courage to click on one of the articles, but I hadn’t done it yet.

All it did was leave me sleep-deprived and anxious.

The plane we were flying on was small, with just enough seats for eight passengers and a flight attendant, who was sitting somewhere out of view after Warren had all but snapped at her to go away.

The roar of the jet fell to the background.

“You bought me for two million dollars,” I reminded him as I gripped the computer currently placed on my lap. “And you want to use me to… go through your emails?”

I thought he was joking at first, but his stare told me otherwise.

His amber eyes looked up at me, an amused grin spreading across his face.

“I can use your body how I see fit,” he said. “Whether that’s riding my cock or being my assistant is up to me.”

I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to remind him that I hadn’t ridden anything just yet. Even when I threw myself at him, he still rejected me.

What is he waiting for?

If he waited too long, our time would come to an end, and I’d leave without having fucked him even once.

And that bothered me more than I could admit even to myself.

Kiss me, Addi.

His husky command had been playing over and over in my mind. Every time I saw him, I heard it. Every time his hand brushed across my waist.

I wanted it more than anything. Such a simple thing. Just a kiss. But I refused it because of just how intimate it would be.

But now that it had become sort of a forbidden fruit, it felt just that much more consequential.

And I said no.

He never mentioned it. He didn’t throw it in my face. He merely accepted it and moved on.

I should be grateful for it, but instead it had me rethinking everything.

Especially how much I want it. And that maybe he doesn’t. Not anymore.