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Authors: Ava Claire
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services of their own free will, there was still the need to be discreet and cautious. I felt like some secret agent in my black trench coat and cocktail dress, like I was headed to a gala with some dignitary. Before Jackson, that thrill only lasted until I stepped into the plush bedroom and remembered the only intrigue was that I was a highly paid prostitute and men that were swimming in money had purchased me for a few hours.
There was something more with Jackson. A heat in his gaze, in his touch that was more than our bodies. More than lust. Lust hung in The Red Room like oxygen. Vital and inescapable and ripe for the taking. If he just wanted sex, there was an endless supply of women who would be happy to oblige.
For some reason, he wanted me .
That’s what I held onto as I showered and moisturized from head to toe, picking lingerie that was just as naughty as it was nice. I even replicated his gross bourbon drink from the club.
I’d expected him to burst through the door, forgetting all about the drink and everything except-
I shoved my key in the ignition, ignoring the whisper in my head that said it was on me for taking sex and reading something more into it. We knew how to do the bumping and grinding. We knew how to do that very well. It was the rest that made things awkward. So unbearable that he couldn’t wait to leave.
I was burning up despite the AC screaming from the vents at full blast. The things he could do with his voice alone. The way his fingertips could simultaneously caress and punish did things to me. Just the mere thought of him had me twitching as I pointed the rental car toward the exit. None of that mattered, because the best sex in the world wasn’t worth him treating me like he’d forgotten me completely the moment he filled the condom.
Before I could stop the words, I’d told him it was done. Whatever this, it, was. From his shrug and silent departure, it was clear I’d been wrong. Nothing was here, after all.
I managed to leave the building with my pride, without a single tear falling. I’d take the money and chip away at the debt and the next time I was tempted to turn Pretty Woman into my own personal fairytale, I’d remember the hollow feeling that Jackson Colt left me with.
Like the universe knew I was hanging on by the tiniest thread, they had the scissors at the ready. I was just a snip away from losing it altogether when my mother started lighting up my cell phone earlier.
2:03 AM: (Colleen McLeod) - 911! Call me when u get a minute
2:13 AM: (Colleen McLeod) - Did u get my text
2:16 AM: (Colleen McLeod) - U know I wouldn't ask if it wasn’t an emergency
I yanked my shades from my purse and shielded my eyes. I didn’t want the sun. Or brightness. Not when I was headed back to the home I couldn’t wait to escape. A home I would have written off completely, never to visit again, if it wasn’t for Rose and my insistence on helping my mother clean up her messes.
The texts I got from Rose were the ones that got me on the road.
9:00 AM: (Rose) - I know you’re busy but Mom said she texted you and didn’t hear back?
9:03 AM: (Me) - Hey sis. Shouldn’t u b in class?
I kept the thread open, watching the notification that she was typing something linger and disappear several times, like she was contemplating just how much to tell me.
9:15 AM: (Rose) - Mom made me stay home today
That got my full attention. It was just like my mother, to get Rose to reach out to me because that was easier than just coming clean herself. I’d learned a long time ago that while her personal life was constantly in shambles, my mother’s emergencies were often of the cosmetic variety. I had to force myself not to take her too seriously. But when it came to my sister, I’d always overreact. It was the least I could do since I couldn’t do what I truly wanted, which was to save her from our mother altogether.
It could be a real emergency, like the one that made me take a leave of
There was something more with Jackson. A heat in his gaze, in his touch that was more than our bodies. More than lust. Lust hung in The Red Room like oxygen. Vital and inescapable and ripe for the taking. If he just wanted sex, there was an endless supply of women who would be happy to oblige.
For some reason, he wanted me .
That’s what I held onto as I showered and moisturized from head to toe, picking lingerie that was just as naughty as it was nice. I even replicated his gross bourbon drink from the club.
I’d expected him to burst through the door, forgetting all about the drink and everything except-
I shoved my key in the ignition, ignoring the whisper in my head that said it was on me for taking sex and reading something more into it. We knew how to do the bumping and grinding. We knew how to do that very well. It was the rest that made things awkward. So unbearable that he couldn’t wait to leave.
I was burning up despite the AC screaming from the vents at full blast. The things he could do with his voice alone. The way his fingertips could simultaneously caress and punish did things to me. Just the mere thought of him had me twitching as I pointed the rental car toward the exit. None of that mattered, because the best sex in the world wasn’t worth him treating me like he’d forgotten me completely the moment he filled the condom.
Before I could stop the words, I’d told him it was done. Whatever this, it, was. From his shrug and silent departure, it was clear I’d been wrong. Nothing was here, after all.
I managed to leave the building with my pride, without a single tear falling. I’d take the money and chip away at the debt and the next time I was tempted to turn Pretty Woman into my own personal fairytale, I’d remember the hollow feeling that Jackson Colt left me with.
Like the universe knew I was hanging on by the tiniest thread, they had the scissors at the ready. I was just a snip away from losing it altogether when my mother started lighting up my cell phone earlier.
2:03 AM: (Colleen McLeod) - 911! Call me when u get a minute
2:13 AM: (Colleen McLeod) - Did u get my text
2:16 AM: (Colleen McLeod) - U know I wouldn't ask if it wasn’t an emergency
I yanked my shades from my purse and shielded my eyes. I didn’t want the sun. Or brightness. Not when I was headed back to the home I couldn’t wait to escape. A home I would have written off completely, never to visit again, if it wasn’t for Rose and my insistence on helping my mother clean up her messes.
The texts I got from Rose were the ones that got me on the road.
9:00 AM: (Rose) - I know you’re busy but Mom said she texted you and didn’t hear back?
9:03 AM: (Me) - Hey sis. Shouldn’t u b in class?
I kept the thread open, watching the notification that she was typing something linger and disappear several times, like she was contemplating just how much to tell me.
9:15 AM: (Rose) - Mom made me stay home today
That got my full attention. It was just like my mother, to get Rose to reach out to me because that was easier than just coming clean herself. I’d learned a long time ago that while her personal life was constantly in shambles, my mother’s emergencies were often of the cosmetic variety. I had to force myself not to take her too seriously. But when it came to my sister, I’d always overreact. It was the least I could do since I couldn’t do what I truly wanted, which was to save her from our mother altogether.
It could be a real emergency, like the one that made me take a leave of
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