pick you up?”
“Is he trying to get me drunk?” John asked with a laugh at the end.
“Sounds like him,” she responded, waiting in her car.
“Sly bastard. Alright, yeah, sounds perfect. I’ll text you the address.”
“Great.”
“It’ll take me a minute to get ready.
You can have the attendant let you up to the top floor.”
Chyna handed the address over to her driver, Carl. He nodded, already knowing the building. Just looking at the address, she knew that it wasn’t a far drive. He lived in a nice part of town and on the top floor. Global had to be paying alright for him to afford a penthouse. She would love to peruse it and compare it to her own.
God, she just wanted to fuck Adam’s brother. She would have laughed if it weren’t so messed up. She couldn’t go over to John’s apartment. There were beds there…and counters…and she was ho r ny. Fuck. She was also clearly teetering toward drunk. How fast had she downed those martinis?
Anyway . She pushed her mind back to the matter at hand—fucking John. Wait, no . Maybe she didn’t even want to fuck him. Well, all she knew was that after only a few short hours, she had already completely pegged him as a bad boy—the kind of guy she would have fucked in an instant before Adam.
Before Adam.
Right . Why hadn’t he fucked her before leaving again? That would have helped.
Then, she wouldn’t be so goddamn horny…and drunk. Had she mentioned that she was getting drunk?
No . No . No . Wait, this was probably a bad idea . She shouldn’t be this drunk and horny at once. She should probably tell Carl to turn the car around and find another club or better yet take her home so she can get herself off before Adam came home. That sounded appealing.
Damn Adam . Since when had she turned into this person? Her drunken mind laughed at her. She had done it as soon as she and Adam had started dating, and it hadn’t even been difficult. She had just stopped bringing people home. Her doorman, Bernard, was the only other person who seemed to appreciate the change.
Fortifying
her
demeanor,
Chyna
pushed back her drunken thoughts. This was her boyfriend’s brother. He was only here for the rest of the weekend, and then it was back to business as usual. Anyway, how big of a douche did you have to be to go for his brother’s girlfriend?
Carl dropped her off on the sidewalk in the brisk March evening. Trying to keep the cold from sinking into her bones, she jogged into the building, pulling her coat tightly around her shoulders. She walked quickly to the attendant.
“Hi. Excuse me,” Chyna said, reaching the desk and rubbing her hands together.
“May I help you?” the man asked, doing his best not to check her out as she unbelted her jacket.
“I’m here for John Ward.”
“Ah, yes, he just called down. I’ll buzz you all the way up,” he said with smile as he gestured toward the elevator to his right.
“Thank you,” Chyna said, heading to the elevator.
She pressed the up button and entered the elevator when it opened. The top button was lit up when the doors closed behind her, but it didn’t have a number on it like the other ones. It just had a tiny scanner next to the button. Strange.
She didn’t have to wait long to be let out as the elevator traveled at great speeds. It spit her out on a small empty hallway with only one door. She glanced around to see if this could possibly be the right place. She figured she was only left with one option and walked to the end of the hall. Another small scanner was placed on the door next to the handle. She scrunched up her features to examine it, and as she got closer, she realized the door was propped open.
“Oh,” she said surprised. Why would he leave his apartment door open?
She felt a little weird just walking in, but he had obviously left it open for a reason, and likely, that scanner function meant no one else could get inside. She shrugged, her confidence returning, and she pushed open
“Is he trying to get me drunk?” John asked with a laugh at the end.
“Sounds like him,” she responded, waiting in her car.
“Sly bastard. Alright, yeah, sounds perfect. I’ll text you the address.”
“Great.”
“It’ll take me a minute to get ready.
You can have the attendant let you up to the top floor.”
Chyna handed the address over to her driver, Carl. He nodded, already knowing the building. Just looking at the address, she knew that it wasn’t a far drive. He lived in a nice part of town and on the top floor. Global had to be paying alright for him to afford a penthouse. She would love to peruse it and compare it to her own.
God, she just wanted to fuck Adam’s brother. She would have laughed if it weren’t so messed up. She couldn’t go over to John’s apartment. There were beds there…and counters…and she was ho r ny. Fuck. She was also clearly teetering toward drunk. How fast had she downed those martinis?
Anyway . She pushed her mind back to the matter at hand—fucking John. Wait, no . Maybe she didn’t even want to fuck him. Well, all she knew was that after only a few short hours, she had already completely pegged him as a bad boy—the kind of guy she would have fucked in an instant before Adam.
Before Adam.
Right . Why hadn’t he fucked her before leaving again? That would have helped.
Then, she wouldn’t be so goddamn horny…and drunk. Had she mentioned that she was getting drunk?
No . No . No . Wait, this was probably a bad idea . She shouldn’t be this drunk and horny at once. She should probably tell Carl to turn the car around and find another club or better yet take her home so she can get herself off before Adam came home. That sounded appealing.
Damn Adam . Since when had she turned into this person? Her drunken mind laughed at her. She had done it as soon as she and Adam had started dating, and it hadn’t even been difficult. She had just stopped bringing people home. Her doorman, Bernard, was the only other person who seemed to appreciate the change.
Fortifying
her
demeanor,
Chyna
pushed back her drunken thoughts. This was her boyfriend’s brother. He was only here for the rest of the weekend, and then it was back to business as usual. Anyway, how big of a douche did you have to be to go for his brother’s girlfriend?
Carl dropped her off on the sidewalk in the brisk March evening. Trying to keep the cold from sinking into her bones, she jogged into the building, pulling her coat tightly around her shoulders. She walked quickly to the attendant.
“Hi. Excuse me,” Chyna said, reaching the desk and rubbing her hands together.
“May I help you?” the man asked, doing his best not to check her out as she unbelted her jacket.
“I’m here for John Ward.”
“Ah, yes, he just called down. I’ll buzz you all the way up,” he said with smile as he gestured toward the elevator to his right.
“Thank you,” Chyna said, heading to the elevator.
She pressed the up button and entered the elevator when it opened. The top button was lit up when the doors closed behind her, but it didn’t have a number on it like the other ones. It just had a tiny scanner next to the button. Strange.
She didn’t have to wait long to be let out as the elevator traveled at great speeds. It spit her out on a small empty hallway with only one door. She glanced around to see if this could possibly be the right place. She figured she was only left with one option and walked to the end of the hall. Another small scanner was placed on the door next to the handle. She scrunched up her features to examine it, and as she got closer, she realized the door was propped open.
“Oh,” she said surprised. Why would he leave his apartment door open?
She felt a little weird just walking in, but he had obviously left it open for a reason, and likely, that scanner function meant no one else could get inside. She shrugged, her confidence returning, and she pushed open
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