The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: TIME TO FIND OUT WHAT ALICIA IS UP TO

Abigail

Of all the people and of all the sex clubs in New York City, tiny dick Drake stood before me with his jacket slung over one shoulder, his eyes wide in shock. They moved from my face to the rest of me then back up, slowly.

"Damn, Abby. You? At a sex club?"

My bag strap slid down my shoulders. I raised my arms to adjust it as dread curled around my spine. Drake had a fucking big mouth. I had to play it off like it was no big deal or he was going to make a mess of things.

"I can’t believe you right now. You broke up with me because of an orgy," He gestured at the building around us. "And you’ve been coming here?"

"You piece of shit, I broke up with you because you were cheating on me!" I snarled, gritting my teeth. "In our bed, on Valentine’s Day, while mocking. You have to be on a whole new level of madness if you think this is the same thing,"

"It’s not?" He scoffed. "Who fucked you? Was it one of those men? You’re spreading your legs for anyone now-"

"Why not?" I shrugged, giving him a teasing grin, closing the gap between us. My fingers brushed lightly at his chest as I tilted my head back to look at him.

"It’s none of your business, is it? Besides, he fucks me better than you do. He knows just how well to pound pussy hard and deep, reaching places you could never reach with that pathetic wrinkled dick you fling around."

His face burned up, turning as red as a tomato. He sputtered and trembled, clenching his hands into fists. "You bit-"

"If you’re so interested, maybe I’ll take a video of him fucking my brains out, so you can see for yourself," With that I shoved him away from me and headed for the exit.

I had barely taken three steps though when he spoke up.

"I wonder what everyone at the company would say though."

My heels skidded to a stop for a second. Shit, not this. Not now.

"Especially that proud man that calls the shots," He scoffed behind me, clicking his tongue. "He can’t be too happy when I tell him his EA spends her weekends at a sex club."

Was he seriously trying to blackmail me?

Giving him a reaction would only give him more leverage over me. I held my head up high, turned sideways to flash him a smile before strutting out of the club.

The street outside was cold, people trooping in and out of the buildings around. Several cabs sat on the street and briskly, I made my way to one of them, trying to ignore the panic buzzing through me.

If Drake so much as breathed a word of this to Finn... Shit.

I pressed my fingers against my eyes once I got into the backseat.

He would connect it all. He wasn’t stupid.

My entire body began trembling. How would I keep Drake from talking?

***

My lips parted slightly, for him, every inch of me begging for him to kiss me like he had in the storage room, devour me, fuck me.

The tablet slipped from my fingers and landed directly in his lap breaking the spell.

I snatched it back and moved to my side of the seat quickly, my face burning, my pulse hammering hard against my skin.

He cleared his throat, his eyes burning holes in my skin. My vision blurred as I read the words on the tablet screen over and over, before taking a deep breath in and resumed briefing him.

The rest of the afternoon was torture. I swear we kept accidentally touching each other. It drove me mad.

And wet. Very wet.

By the time James pulled up outside Wolfe Enterprises, I was soaking through my underwear.

"We’ll continue tomorrow. Send me my schedule," His jaw clenched as he spoke, staying straight ahead.

"Yes sir," I rushed out and hauled my ass out of the car as fast as my heels could carry. It was already the close of work, some minutes past five and I should be heading to my car instead of the office.

But I had something else to do. Inside the lobby, I strutted past the moving employees to the elevator and pressed the button for the PR department floor instead.

It was time to find out exactly what that blonde barbie was planning.