Abigail
"Okay, this has to stop."
I paused, sliding my gold hooped earring through my ear, frowning at Annette through the mirror.
"What are you talking about?"
She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms folded, wearing a loose T-shirt and some shorts. She wouldn’t be going to the Sanctuary tonight, which was a bummer.
I turned back to the mirror and finished sliding in the earring. My hair was streaked and colored with the temporary brown dye, falling around my shoulders, then down to my ass.
My dress was a thin gold material draped over my curves, cool and soft against my skin. There was a thin strap that held it up around my neck.
My tits were softly propped up under it, the teasing hint of my nipples showing under the thin fabric. It ended mid-thigh, and the back was draped low, starting right over my ass. Pairing these with my gold heels and damn, even I had to admit I looked like a bombshell.
He had better feel the same after ignoring me for days.
What if he didn’t come?
"Abby."
I whipped around to face Annette; her face was creased with worry lines. "I know the club is addictive. I know it’s entertaining and it’s fun, and I get it, I mean, I took you there, so I genuinely get it. But this thing you’re having with your boss, I think it has to stop,"
A low chuckle escaped me "Annie, relax, I’m not having a thing with my boss."
"You go every single opening day."
I shrugged, ignoring the obvious meaning behind her words "I enjoy the club. Isn’t that like the whole point- "
"You go for him, Abigail."
Trust Annete to point things out.
Sliding off the bed, she closing the distance between us. "Look, I think you’re getting attached to him."
That had to be the most absurd thing I had heard all week, and I had a very absurd week, with handling that blonde bitch Alicia all up in my face now that she had several meetings with Wolfe as Head of PR for the launch that drew closer.
What was even more absurd was the way my boss completely iced me out and now spoke to me in monosyllables ever since he turned me over his desk and spanked my ass raw.
I needed tonight. I had to see him, but it was only because he knew how to fuck me into oblivion, and I needed that after working around him all week, horny as fuck.
"I’m just having fun, okay?"
"We’ve been best friends since we were sixteen." She tilted her head.
"I know you like my own palm, Abby. I know what just having fun looks like on you, and I know what this- "She gestured her hand all over my face. "-looks like. I saw you two last time at the club. I know what I saw. And what happens when he finds out it’s you?" Annie demanded, grabbing my shoulders.
"What then? He’s your boss. He’s not even just your boss; he’s the almighty Finnegan Wolfe. Do you actually want to piss off a man that powerful? Shit will go down, Abby. Real shit. Do you think he would be fine with you deceiving him?"
"He’s never seen my real eye color, he doesn’t know my natural hair, and the mask covers everything else. He has absolutely no reason to connect Aphrodite to Abigail Kellerman."
"Christ," She groaned, rolling her eyes.
"You’re acting like you’re in an actual James Bond film, Abby. Do you hear yourself?"
A sigh escaped my lips. Yeah, I did hear myself. I sounded freaking unhinged. I may be a little attached to the sex we had, but not to Dominic.
He wasn’t married, I hadn’t seen a ring on his finger so I wasn’t hurting anyone.
And I wasn’t deceiving him exactly, I was a woman who just wanted to get laid, and he was a man looking for the same. It didn’t have to be so complicated. It was that simple.
Finnegan could ice me out all he wanted as long as he fucked my cunt until I couldn’t walk tonight. Tonight’s theme was Truth or Dare. After spending twenty minutes going through the standard checks with the club’s medical staff, I stepped into the elevator that led to the arena.
What happens when he found out?
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