FIFTEEN.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN - Reese .




I didn't know how to start talking to him anymore. Silence was the worst treatment humans had ever made, had it been he had just scolded me after he had caught me with someone in his house. Why didn't he shout, I knew Luther as someone arrogant and proud, and arrogant and proud people did not keep quiet, they rant and rant until they lose their voice.

Should I bring the topic up with him? Should I just talk about it with him? I just feel so pained he did not mention anything, I remember the time when sex with Joe was always epic but this time it did make much sense like it use to make, for now, it just seemed like it was just sex with a stranger, somehow I craved for Samuel's dick, and the bastard Is the worst to even think of sex with now, and to think about it, sex would have been epic with Luther in this situation right now and maybe he would say something about the incident.

Fuck! It was almost seven-thirty, I needed to get ready for the ball, I wondered why rich people even attend this stuff. I got up and slipped into the closest bathroom to take a shower.

“I saw your note,” Luther said as he stood there looking at my butt naked in the shower.

“Some little privacy will do, Mr. Hasstrup," I said in a calm but firm tone, trying to maintain my cool.

“You signed a contract, woman, besides there is nothing private in your body to see, I have seen all of you, remember?” He said in his deep voice.

“Not when I'm alone, to myself,” I said defensively as I covered my vagina with one hand and my other hand struggled to cover my breasts.

“Are you for real?" He asked with a scoff and continued. “There is nothing private about your private part,” he said.

I sighed in frustration, somewhat pissed that he wasn't leaving. He was still my boss and inasmuch as I'd hate to admit it, I didn't want to have my bath underneath his scrutinizing gaze. “With all due respect, can you just leave?”

“Your boobs are saying something different,” he smirked, pointing at my nipples that were gradually protruding.

I cussed incoherently at my nipples and glanced down at his pants. “And your dick also.” I rolled my eyes.

“I just have a third leg,” he said and stepped into the shower with running water.

His touch with the running water sent a tingling feeling towards my spine. He ran his hands through my body and I began to get goosebumps. I thought about unbuttoning his shirt but I decided against it as I was sure he would decline. This man was the most complicated man I have ever met, his touch on my thighs was something I tried fighting.

“Stand still, Miss Quinn," he ordered as he ran his hands up my thighs and settled in my vagina.

He leaned towards my neck and said, “Open your leg a bit.”

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Just do as you are told,” his command sounded like that of the military. “Touch my dick.” He said and I did as told, sliding my hand into his zip lock. His manhood was still down, the big size was there but there was no erection.

He leaned further toward me and placed his lips on my earlobe. “There are people who know how to control what is between their thighs, and I know I top that list. And you? You're at the bottom.” He turned and left the shower.

“Oh my God, this bastard left me horny like again!” I cursed as I tried to masturbate.



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I walked into the ballroom and caught my breath. I had never been in a space that made me feel so small or so plain. Crystal chandeliers spiraled down from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the glimmering golden walls and a floor so polished it looked like an iced-over lake.

It wasn’t just the ballroom for the women sparkled like a box of jewels, shades of emerald and ruby and amethyst swirling before me, their low chatter accompanying wafts of rose and hyacinth and jasmine. I looked down at my simple black dress and wished I had worn something more complex.

The men had a little problem, all they wore were Tuxedos, I don't know what they are priced but I knew the man who held my hands had a very expensive one—it was Samuel. For God's sake! His fashion sense was epic.

“I hate events like this.” He admitted.

“Why?” I asked, being curious.

“Capitalists, trust me, the rich people here, don't care about the poor. It makes no little sense to me though,” he complained.

“Yes, I figured.” Nothing Luther did made sense to me either but he was right on this, I guessed.

“What is up with the Sarcasm in your tone?” He asked.

“Mr. Samuel, almost everything you do, does not make sense to me,” I remarked.

“I know, ask for an explanation next time.”

“Like what happened in the bathroom, an hour ago?” My question was a rhetorical one.

“I proved a point even though there is no point in explaining it to you.” He said as he continued to look around.

“That was a terrible way.” he smiled and continued looking around. We settled down and sat for the event to begin.

“She is hot,” Luther referred to the woman in a red dress.

“I wouldn't want her with you.” he looked at me as I smirked.

“Are you sure?” he asked and further added. “Wouldn't you be in a three-way with her?” He teased me.

“Nah, I will take all the action,” I answered.

“I will focus on her,” Luther said.

“Have you ever been in a three-way with a guy?” I glanced at him.

“Yeah, it was with Dave and that was when I was in high school”

“How was it?”

“Terrible.” He replied.

"I am sure she enjoyed it."

"Definitely!" he answered with confidence.

"I wished I was the lady," I said, he looked at me and smiled.

"I believe I am enough for you," he said.

“Don't let that get into your head. Many people want me.” I boasted.

“Prove it.”

“Why?”

“Prove to me that you are a woman of the people.”

“I have many. Uncountable.”

“You are a lot, but amazing in bed, I need to give you that.”

“Compared to mine, it is way better.”

“I know,” I said, trying to dominate the conversation.

“I want to be the dominant one, the next time I fuck you,” I said.

“Can you keep up?” He asked.

Just before I answered, a man interrupted. “It's nice to see you, Mr. Hasstrup,” he said. He looked a little bit chubby with a warm smile on his face.

“I am glad you could make it J.D Collins.”


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