few boyfriends here and there, but nothing serious. The last guy I dated turned out to be a fucking asshole. He left me standing alone at a concert, and when I found him...
Well, let's just say he was preoccupied with other company.
Balls deep in a bathroom stall.
That was seven months ago and I've been single ever since. My only goal after that had been to help my family, pay my debt, and get my fucking life back.
There was no room left for another guy.
Hegan pulled me into his hip, leaning in he whispered in my ear. “See that guy over there? Green polo, hair slicked over to the side?” Nodding my head yes, he said, “That's Gerald Dillard. He owns the law firm my father goes through.”
I peered at the man as he tossed his head back laughing wildly, martini in hand. “He looks like he needs to just give up on hair. That comb over does no justice.”
Cracking a soft laugh, Hegan's hand climbed down my hip, gently cupping my ass. And when I thought I would've slapped it away, I didn't.
I liked it there, liked him touching me. Shivers swept up my spine, riding my back and flowing down to my toes. On impulse I pressed myself closer to him, filling any gap I could between our bodies.
Stepping through the archway into the dining room, Hegan glanced between the tables, his chin shifted up as he looked through the crowd of faces. “There they are. Back table to the left. My mother's name is Stella, and my dad is—”
“Brandon, I remember.” Twisting to look up at him, I asked, “Anything else I should know before we head into the dog pit?” Fluttering my lashes, a smile arched to one side.
“Yeah, they think you're my girlfriend.” Biting his lower lip, his eyes gaped open expanding beyond their limit.
“Of course they do.” The words trailed off under my breath.
I should have known. Why else would he bring me here to have lunch with them?
So, how does a baby fit in to this charade?
He wanted to keep me, paid for my services. Which, without my knowledge, included more than just my company.
Hegan bought me in return for a baby.
Now I'm meeting his parents as his 'girlfriend.'
What did he tell them about me?
It hadn't occurred to me to ask him. Fuck, I only met him once a couple weeks ago and it wasn't exactly under normal circumstances. We had spent a brief amount of time together. And until yesterday, I'd forgotten all about him.
Well, that's not entirely true.
He had crossed my mind a few times since that night. Hegan was hard to forget, you don't see many guys like him around. A sweltering mess of sexy with a dash of personality to top it off.
It didn't help either that he had sent my pussy into a watery pool when I danced for him that night. And that stood out in my memory.
The way he looked at me, the way his hand felt when he gripped my wrist. It was a feeling I'd never experienced, a feeling of pure excitement.
Extending his leg, he started towards the table. Following closely beside him, I was struck with a cold sweat. Trickling over my skin, its icy fingers traced the small of my back.
Alright Noella, if you can play the role of Copper, you can play the role of wealthy.
I had gotten pretty good at pretending since working at Tigress. Putting on the face of someone else had become second nature. I figured this was no different, all I had to do was act; that's all I ever did lately, act.
Inhaling deeply, I let my mind go blank. Just be yourself. What's the worse that could happen? You're not really his girlfriend. Hegan had swept me into the mess of his life, he hadn't done anything for me.
I didn't owe him shit.
Yet, here I was beginning to mold myself into what I thought wealthy was, and why?
Because he was paying for my weekend. But he didn't own me, he'll never own me. My spine lifted, neck following as I held my head high. I was just going to be who I was. And if he didn't like that, well too fucking bad.
I was tired of pretending to be someone I'm not.
As we approached the
Well, let's just say he was preoccupied with other company.
Balls deep in a bathroom stall.
That was seven months ago and I've been single ever since. My only goal after that had been to help my family, pay my debt, and get my fucking life back.
There was no room left for another guy.
Hegan pulled me into his hip, leaning in he whispered in my ear. “See that guy over there? Green polo, hair slicked over to the side?” Nodding my head yes, he said, “That's Gerald Dillard. He owns the law firm my father goes through.”
I peered at the man as he tossed his head back laughing wildly, martini in hand. “He looks like he needs to just give up on hair. That comb over does no justice.”
Cracking a soft laugh, Hegan's hand climbed down my hip, gently cupping my ass. And when I thought I would've slapped it away, I didn't.
I liked it there, liked him touching me. Shivers swept up my spine, riding my back and flowing down to my toes. On impulse I pressed myself closer to him, filling any gap I could between our bodies.
Stepping through the archway into the dining room, Hegan glanced between the tables, his chin shifted up as he looked through the crowd of faces. “There they are. Back table to the left. My mother's name is Stella, and my dad is—”
“Brandon, I remember.” Twisting to look up at him, I asked, “Anything else I should know before we head into the dog pit?” Fluttering my lashes, a smile arched to one side.
“Yeah, they think you're my girlfriend.” Biting his lower lip, his eyes gaped open expanding beyond their limit.
“Of course they do.” The words trailed off under my breath.
I should have known. Why else would he bring me here to have lunch with them?
So, how does a baby fit in to this charade?
He wanted to keep me, paid for my services. Which, without my knowledge, included more than just my company.
Hegan bought me in return for a baby.
Now I'm meeting his parents as his 'girlfriend.'
What did he tell them about me?
It hadn't occurred to me to ask him. Fuck, I only met him once a couple weeks ago and it wasn't exactly under normal circumstances. We had spent a brief amount of time together. And until yesterday, I'd forgotten all about him.
Well, that's not entirely true.
He had crossed my mind a few times since that night. Hegan was hard to forget, you don't see many guys like him around. A sweltering mess of sexy with a dash of personality to top it off.
It didn't help either that he had sent my pussy into a watery pool when I danced for him that night. And that stood out in my memory.
The way he looked at me, the way his hand felt when he gripped my wrist. It was a feeling I'd never experienced, a feeling of pure excitement.
Extending his leg, he started towards the table. Following closely beside him, I was struck with a cold sweat. Trickling over my skin, its icy fingers traced the small of my back.
Alright Noella, if you can play the role of Copper, you can play the role of wealthy.
I had gotten pretty good at pretending since working at Tigress. Putting on the face of someone else had become second nature. I figured this was no different, all I had to do was act; that's all I ever did lately, act.
Inhaling deeply, I let my mind go blank. Just be yourself. What's the worse that could happen? You're not really his girlfriend. Hegan had swept me into the mess of his life, he hadn't done anything for me.
I didn't owe him shit.
Yet, here I was beginning to mold myself into what I thought wealthy was, and why?
Because he was paying for my weekend. But he didn't own me, he'll never own me. My spine lifted, neck following as I held my head high. I was just going to be who I was. And if he didn't like that, well too fucking bad.
I was tired of pretending to be someone I'm not.
As we approached the
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