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Authors: M. S. Parker
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now, I needed an ally and Paris could be a fierce one. Besides, I didn't really have anyone else.
“Ms. Machus.” The concierge hurried out from behind his desk, a fake beaming smile on his face. “How wonderful to see you again. How can I be of service?”
“Let a girl have a little fun?” I asked with a charming smile. The men I couldn't wrap around my finger with sex appeal at least respected my name and money. “I want to surprise Paris Lockhart, so a key to her room would be perfect.”
The concierge swallowed hard and I could see his brain working overtime. “Ms. Lockhart requested she not be disturbed once her guest arrived yesterday.”
“Oh dear,” I said, giving him a playful smile. “Then we'd better break in and free whatever willing slave she has trapped in there.”
He looked torn. “I'm sorry. I can't do that, Ms. Machus.”
I gave him a sweet smile, the kind a man like him knew came with a threat and a promise. “Then how about you arrange for housekeeping to accidentally leave one of their keycards on that table over there. By the orchid would be just fine.”
He hesitated, but after a moment, gave a small nod.
“I do love it here at the Four Seasons,” I said as I walked over to the table to wait for my key.
A few minutes later, a hotel maid in a crisp black and white uniform paused to water the orchid and placed a keycard on the table. I picked it up and headed to the elevator. I smiled as I thought of the shock I would give Paris when I burst in on her and her current boy toy. Yes, I was going to let her bad decision go, but a little revenge would make it so much easier.
By the time I was within ten feet of her door, I could hear her screams of pleasure. I rolled my eyes as I wondered just how much of that was fake. We compared notes once on how often we had to fake orgasms. My percentage had been lower than hers, but I figured that was because I had no problem finishing myself off whenever Ricky couldn't get the job done.
I unlocked the door and slipped inside. The raucous sex was clearly being held on the balcony, and I laughed when I thought of who might be staring out of their office window and seeing Paris getting plowed. I knew for a fact that she chose the suite on the top floor for exactly that reason.
“Yes! Harder, harder, just do it harder!” Paris shrieked.
Through the open balcony doors, I could see her. Wearing her stiletto heels and nothing else, she was bent over a wrought-iron patio chair. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid and a tall man had the braid wrapped around his fist, yanking her head back as he rammed into her hard enough to scrape the chair legs across the flagstones. Maybe she wasn't faking after all.
“That's right, baby. Take my cock. Take it just like that.”
The voice registered a split second before he reached up to ruffle back his shaggy brown hair. Ricky. He wasn't in Monaco any longer and, according to the concierge, my boyfriend had been holed up since yesterday, fucking the brains out of my best friend.
I knew we were in an open relationship, and that I'd slept with Haze, but the fact that Ricky had gone straight to Paris without even calling to tell me he was back broke what little trust we were supposed to have. The entire reason I'd agreed to an open relationship was because I thought it'd make him be more honest with me.
I should've known better.
I wanted to turn and run, but I forced myself to watch, to focus on each image. Him riding her, her back arched. Her ass bouncing against his hips. Her breasts swaying, his hand pulling her hair.
Maybe if they hurt me enough, I could be done with them both forever. And that was what I wanted now. An end to all the lies.
Paris convulsed over the chair, screaming as her climax hit her. He let go of her braid and grabbed both of her hips, driving her back and forth harder and harder until he finally yanked out of her and came on her back, throwing his face up to the sun as he
“Ms. Machus.” The concierge hurried out from behind his desk, a fake beaming smile on his face. “How wonderful to see you again. How can I be of service?”
“Let a girl have a little fun?” I asked with a charming smile. The men I couldn't wrap around my finger with sex appeal at least respected my name and money. “I want to surprise Paris Lockhart, so a key to her room would be perfect.”
The concierge swallowed hard and I could see his brain working overtime. “Ms. Lockhart requested she not be disturbed once her guest arrived yesterday.”
“Oh dear,” I said, giving him a playful smile. “Then we'd better break in and free whatever willing slave she has trapped in there.”
He looked torn. “I'm sorry. I can't do that, Ms. Machus.”
I gave him a sweet smile, the kind a man like him knew came with a threat and a promise. “Then how about you arrange for housekeeping to accidentally leave one of their keycards on that table over there. By the orchid would be just fine.”
He hesitated, but after a moment, gave a small nod.
“I do love it here at the Four Seasons,” I said as I walked over to the table to wait for my key.
A few minutes later, a hotel maid in a crisp black and white uniform paused to water the orchid and placed a keycard on the table. I picked it up and headed to the elevator. I smiled as I thought of the shock I would give Paris when I burst in on her and her current boy toy. Yes, I was going to let her bad decision go, but a little revenge would make it so much easier.
By the time I was within ten feet of her door, I could hear her screams of pleasure. I rolled my eyes as I wondered just how much of that was fake. We compared notes once on how often we had to fake orgasms. My percentage had been lower than hers, but I figured that was because I had no problem finishing myself off whenever Ricky couldn't get the job done.
I unlocked the door and slipped inside. The raucous sex was clearly being held on the balcony, and I laughed when I thought of who might be staring out of their office window and seeing Paris getting plowed. I knew for a fact that she chose the suite on the top floor for exactly that reason.
“Yes! Harder, harder, just do it harder!” Paris shrieked.
Through the open balcony doors, I could see her. Wearing her stiletto heels and nothing else, she was bent over a wrought-iron patio chair. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid and a tall man had the braid wrapped around his fist, yanking her head back as he rammed into her hard enough to scrape the chair legs across the flagstones. Maybe she wasn't faking after all.
“That's right, baby. Take my cock. Take it just like that.”
The voice registered a split second before he reached up to ruffle back his shaggy brown hair. Ricky. He wasn't in Monaco any longer and, according to the concierge, my boyfriend had been holed up since yesterday, fucking the brains out of my best friend.
I knew we were in an open relationship, and that I'd slept with Haze, but the fact that Ricky had gone straight to Paris without even calling to tell me he was back broke what little trust we were supposed to have. The entire reason I'd agreed to an open relationship was because I thought it'd make him be more honest with me.
I should've known better.
I wanted to turn and run, but I forced myself to watch, to focus on each image. Him riding her, her back arched. Her ass bouncing against his hips. Her breasts swaying, his hand pulling her hair.
Maybe if they hurt me enough, I could be done with them both forever. And that was what I wanted now. An end to all the lies.
Paris convulsed over the chair, screaming as her climax hit her. He let go of her braid and grabbed both of her hips, driving her back and forth harder and harder until he finally yanked out of her and came on her back, throwing his face up to the sun as he
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