Chapter 48: TRUTH OR DARE I
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 so shorts. She wouldn’t be going to the Sanctuary tonight, which was a bumr.
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 sa after ignoring
for days.
What if he didn’t co?
"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 an, 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
"Annie, relax, I’m not having a thing with my boss."
"You go every single opening day."
I shrugged, ignoring the obvious aning 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 etings with Wolfe as Head of PR for the launch that drew closer.
What was even more absurd was the way my boss completely iced
out and now spoke to
in monosyllables ever since he turned
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
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 ti 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 Jas 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 sa. It didn’t have to be so complicated. It was that simple.
If it was, why did my stomach coil in dread at the thought of him finding out?
"Thanks, Annie, I guess I’ve been a little too lost in my head. I’ll cool it, I will, I promise. Just not tonight." I picked up the gold mask from the dresser.
"I’ve been anticipating tonight all week. I’m going tonight, and then I’ll be sensible about it after... Deal?"
"Ugh, fine," She grumbled. "All that talking made
hungry. Stay safe and have fun for both of us, okay?"
"You’ve got it!" A yelp slipped from my lips when she swatted my ass and ran off to the kitchen, cackling.
**
The club’s locker room reeked of perfu. It had taken so twenty minutes to drive down, and my entire body buzzed with mad anticipation.
Finnegan could ice
out all he wanted as long as he fucked my cunt until I couldn’t walk tonight. Tonight’s the was Truth or Dare. After spending twenty minutes going through the standard checks with the club’s dical staff, I stepped into the elevator that led to the arena.
My brown hair, dark eyes, and a gold mask glittered at
from my reflection in the shiny elevator walls.
Here, I was Aphrodite.
What happens when he found out?
He wouldn’t. I would have to make sure he would not. The doors slid open, and the bass music from the arena filled my ears. I straightened my shoulders and strutted out into the club.
The main floor was already alive with people laughing, chatting by the bar, and fucking themselves nasty in the arena. I moved to the bar to order myself a drink, scanning the crowd for him.
An arm wrapped around my stomach, pulling
back flush against a very familiar body. His scent filled my nose, and delicious thrills shot straight to my pussy when his lips dropped to my ear.
"You’re early tonight."
My heart thudded hard against my ribcage as I tilted my head back against his shoulder to look up at him through my lashes.
His black mask was snapped tightly against his face, but those green eyes were the sa. It was terrifying, knowing that the only thing that blocked my true identity from him was a mask. Thrilling, yet terrifying.
"Well," I purred, adopting the cartoonishly breathless voice. "Soone’s missed ."
He gave a low sound in his chest, and his arm tightened briefly around my stomach before his hot palm pressed down my dress, sliding roughly between my thighs.
I gasped when he yanked my dress aside and grabbed my pussy between my thighs, cupping it roughly through my lace panties. My body flooded with heat, my nipples stiffening, pebbling under the dress.
My pussy wept shalessly when he ripped the lace aside, and his thick fingers found my cunt, stroking my wet pussy with a long, slow swipe.
The host’s voice bood across the arena. "Ladies and gentlen, Sanctuary’s truth or dare ga will be held in the ga rooms in five minutes. Masks stay on. Everything else..." he grinned at the crowd under his purple, flowery mask. "...is entirely up for negotiation."
Laughter and cheering rippled through the room, but I could hardly think because my delicious brute pushed two fingers deep into my pussy, groaning and muttering against my ear.
Oh god yes, I had thought about this for two solid weeks. I could weep with joy right now. But a truth or dare ga? Now that sounded very enticing.
I turned in his arms to face him and ran my fingers slowly down his chest, biting back a moan at the feel of his hard, taut muscles and those tattoos. "Why don’t we make things a little more fun?"
"I have no interest in gas."
"Mm." I stepped away from him. "Too bad. I do. Unless you’re too chicken to handle it, Ares?"
His eyes flashed, and my entire body thrumd with excitent. "Baiting
will only get you punished, goddess."
My tongue darted out to wet my lips at the idea of being brutally punished by him. Oh yes, that was why I had co tonight, wasn’t it? "I’m counting on that."
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