Chloe smirked, shifting to his opposite side, slipping her phone away like she had all the ti in the world. And sohow—sohow—before Justin could even process what the fuck just happened, she was on her knees.
Between his legs.
He didn’t react. Not because he wasn’t aware of the very suggestive positioning, but because he knew why she was doing it. This wasn’t seduction.
It was declaration.
"I don’t need to be calculative," she said smoothly. "I don’t need to think so much. I am what I am because of Black Veil, and I’m never stopping. You don’t have to ask. You don’t have to promise heaven and earth."
She placed a hand on her chest, her voice steady, eyes gleaming.
"Either way, I was always going to say yes." Then, just because she loved making an entrance, she exhaled sharply, flashing a wicked little grin. "Because, Justin?" She tapped her temple. "Black Veil is in my fucking blood and veins."
Justin... had not expected this.
Sure, he knew she was loyal. Knew she had ties. But this level of devotion? Damn. She made it sound like a cult. Not that he was mad about it. But before he could say a word, she leaned in slightly, her voice taking on a very different tone.
"That being said," Chloe continued, lips curving, "a girl has needs, Justin."
Oh.
Justin blinked, his brain catching up. "Needs," he repeated.
She nodded. "Desires. Longings. Things that must be satisfied and wishes."
"...Right."
"And you," she pointed at him like she was making an important business pitch, "are exactly who I need to help with those." He did not sigh. He wanted to. But he did not sigh.
"Let guess," he drawled. "These are your conditions."
"Ding ding ding!" she sing-songed. Then, switching gears like a pro, she crossed her arms. "You accept, and I won’t just join you. I’ll also bring back all the clients and top models we lost."
Justin narrowed his eyes slightly. "That’s a bold promise."
She smirked. "I’m a bold bitch."
And the worst part? He didn’t doubt her.
After all, if she were just so selfish, scheming mastermind looking out for her own ass, Justin would’ve definitely assud she was the one who scared off the clients and models—just so she could swoop in like so savior when he ca knocking.
It would’ve been smart. Hell, he might’ve even respected the play.
But nah. He knew better.
Because he had done his howork. Chloe wasn’t the culprit—she was just a nace with a flair for the dramatic. She was not a traitor. She wasn’t playing both sides. She was just a chaotic nace who knew exactly how to make an entrance.
Justin exhaled, rubbing his temple. "Fine. Let’s hear them."
Chloe grinned. "That’s the spirit."
And sohow, Justin just knew he was about to regret this.
Did he even need to guess what her conditions were gonna be? The way she was kneeling between his legs like that—like she was begging for sothing—yeah, he had a damn good idea.
But still, he needed to hear it. Just in case.
Chloe didn’t make him wait. She leaned in, her smirk sharp, her tone way too casual for the shit she was about to drop.
"My conditions? Simple," she said. "But you better listen carefully, ’cause they require serious consideration."
Justin raised a brow. "Oh yeah?"
She nodded. "First one’s non-negotiable. And only after you handle it, will I tell you the second. Oh, it’s non-negotiable as well."
He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "Damn, you really love dragging out the suspense, huh?"
Chloe just grinned. "Oh, baby, you have no idea."
*****
[A few minutes later...]
Justin’s hands gripped her hips, his mouth trailing slow, burning kisses down her neck. Chloe was straddling him, her pink bra and panties the only thing left between them. She let out a breathy moan as his fingers squeezed her ass, sinking in deep.
"Ahh~"
Her lips found his neck, her kisses just as greedy as the way her legs wound tighter around his waist.
"I didn’t know you were a pink lingerie person?" He teased her soothingly in her ears.
Chloe let out a soft laugh against his skin, her lips brushing dangerously close to his ear.
"Please," she murmured, voice dripping with amusent. "Like I wore this for you." Then, just to ss with him, she rolled her hips slightly, her smirk downright wicked.
"Nah," she purred, dragging a finger down his chest. "I wore it for —but if you’re enjoying the view... well, that’s just a cute little bonus."
*****
"Make kneel! Make submit!"
That was what had led Justin and Chloe to their current situation. That was her first condition. A real Las Vegas lady who knew what she wanted. But Justin didn’t believe for a second that her request ca from being smitten with him today, as if one glance at his changes had suddenly made her desperate to fuck him.
No, Justin wasn’t that naive. He didn’t see Chloe as soone who made decisions on a whim. This had to be her plan all along, not sothing she had just co up with a few minutes ago.
Topped up with her sexual frustration desiring so satisfaction, she was like testing him to see if he could handle the other task, her second condition of the ti ca. That’s what Justin thought.
With that realization, Justin decided it was ti to go all out.
He almost couldn’t believe how damn good this day had been. In just a few hours after securing Black Veil, he had fucked one of the most stunning, milf and made her completely his—playing right into his hands. And now, here he was...
"Ahhh~~"
...making an even more beautiful woman moan for him. Just a few hours—that’s all it took for Justin’s life to completely change.
"How can you be so charming and so good?" she murmured, breathless.
Justin didn’t bother answering. Words didn’t matter. Not when he had her like this, sprawled beneath him, skin flushed with heat, eyes half-lidded in anticipation. Instead, he laid her down, his movents slow and deliberate, watching the way her body responded to every little touch.
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