Second, I’ve managed to enjoy an uninterrupted bubble here at the Indigo. I left thinking that guilt and/or Mom’s demands would have me running home to check on her daily, but I’ve somehow managed to escape. She barely even texts me. I’m going to pop that bubble and let my ordinary, untidy reali...
But to me she looks like a delicate bloom — an innocent who’s put her trust in something dishonest. She’s at the mouth of the private penthouse elevator, its doors now closed. I’ve taken a dozen steps into my place, but she’s barely taken a pair, and now as I look back she’s the picture of frail...
He’s an agent, and he’s in town doing something I’d heard rumors of but didn’t entirely believe: trying to coax Jimmy Cannon out of retirement. Apparently, it’s an errand he’s been on for years, with little luck. “But the casting directors won’t stop demanding that I try,” he tells me with a wan ...
I’m agitated, nervous, absolutely terrified. My heart’s beating a mile a minute, and I can barely catch my breath. And that’s just from the climb, and the threat of mortal peril. When Daniel slides his finger into my pussy and his knuckles press against my clit, my body responds in an undif...
I stay sitting, desperate to leave. And I will, $3,500 richer. There’s a bar along one wall. He’s using tongs to drop spheres of ice into an old-fashioned tumbler then pouring amber liquid atop them. The liquor doesn’t fully cover the ice. I wonder if this is how rich people get wasted — one sip ...
But this time, Daniel has sneaked blankets and pillows in for us. We’ve made a regular little love nest in this place. I want to appreciate it, and his gesture, but the idea that we’ve become so comfortable still digs at me deep down. Like my thought that the mansion bedroom has become my bedroo...