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fucking me. I had thoroughly enjoyed him and his attention to detail had been a huge contributing factor. If I so much as twitched in pleasure from his movement, then he made sure to repeat it purposefully. When I was unresponsive to something he instantly switched to something that had made me moan previously.
I grabbed one his undershirts from a drawer along with a pair of his boxers and some socks as well . I then grabbed a pair of jeans from a hanger. He wouldn’t miss any of it.
I found a pair of flip flops stashed in the corner and slipped them on quickly, expecting Dylan to walk through the door at any minute. He knew that I had heard everything he and his father said about me. I had worked too hard to let their cruel opinions reduce me to the sum total of my vagina.
I opened the door to the bedroom, and took my time down the stairs. The hall was empty except for the butler.
“Good morning Miss Morrison.” he greeted, his mouth held in a firm line.
I looked around expecting at least a glimpse of Dylan, the man who had just rocked my world so thoroughly a few hours ago.
“Where is Dylan?” I asked.
“There is a car waiting for you in the front. Your clothes will be dry cleaned and returned to your residence.” he prevaricated.
“Are you serious?” I asked incredulously.
He handed me my purse with the same unflinching expression that he had worn when he had served me dinner and when I had journeyed down the stairs.
I walked through the front door, slamming it as hard as I could on the way out. The nerve of that asshole.
The chauffeur stood just as stoically as the butler and opened the door to a black town car.
Chapter 10
Dylan
M y father definitely knew how to fuck up a good thing. I had Yvette naked and willing in my bed, but he had somehow found a way to make it about him and the law firm yet again. It hadn’t been enough that the law firm had affected my childhood and consumed my adulthood, but now he wanted control over my personal life too.
“Where’s Yvette?” I asked Jenkins, my butler, as I walked out of my study and into the kitchen.
Once my father left, I had needed a moment to calm down. I wanted to wring his fucking neck for calling Yvette a whore. I had women that I could call if I was looking for a quick hookup. He knew that I didn’t bring random women to my home.
I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a cup. I hadn’t done that in a while. I rarely ventured into the kitchen and cooked even less. It felt awkward, but I continued the manual labor and waited for an answer from my staff.
Jenkins stood up and looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face. I found it strange that he hadn’t replied. Jenkins had always been very straightforward.
“Have you seen Yvette?”
I placed my cup underneath the cappuccino machine as Lucy, the house keeper, rushed over to make my coffee. I gratefully stepped out of her way.
Jenkins cleared his throat and straightened his collar at the same time the liquid from the machine frothed into my cup.
I nodded to Lucy because the drink was good and maybe just a little better because I assisted in making it.
I look at Jenkins who was still standing and looking silently in my direction.
“I had her removed.” He replied evenly, his hands situated behind his back.
The liquid abruptly caught in my throat and spurted out between my lips.
“You did what?” I questioned him.
“When you retired to your study, I returned the young woman’s belongings to her and had William drive her home in the town car.”
“You did what?” I asked in disbelief. I knew that Yvette had been upset by the heated discussion. I knew that she would be livid and further hurt at the ejection by my butler.
“I apologize Mr. Hanson.” Jenkins stated. “When you disappeared, I thought that you had dismissed her.
“Well, you thought wrong!” I told him impatiently.
I would have to find Yvette at the office and try to fix things.
I walked through
I grabbed one his undershirts from a drawer along with a pair of his boxers and some socks as well . I then grabbed a pair of jeans from a hanger. He wouldn’t miss any of it.
I found a pair of flip flops stashed in the corner and slipped them on quickly, expecting Dylan to walk through the door at any minute. He knew that I had heard everything he and his father said about me. I had worked too hard to let their cruel opinions reduce me to the sum total of my vagina.
I opened the door to the bedroom, and took my time down the stairs. The hall was empty except for the butler.
“Good morning Miss Morrison.” he greeted, his mouth held in a firm line.
I looked around expecting at least a glimpse of Dylan, the man who had just rocked my world so thoroughly a few hours ago.
“Where is Dylan?” I asked.
“There is a car waiting for you in the front. Your clothes will be dry cleaned and returned to your residence.” he prevaricated.
“Are you serious?” I asked incredulously.
He handed me my purse with the same unflinching expression that he had worn when he had served me dinner and when I had journeyed down the stairs.
I walked through the front door, slamming it as hard as I could on the way out. The nerve of that asshole.
The chauffeur stood just as stoically as the butler and opened the door to a black town car.
Chapter 10
Dylan
M y father definitely knew how to fuck up a good thing. I had Yvette naked and willing in my bed, but he had somehow found a way to make it about him and the law firm yet again. It hadn’t been enough that the law firm had affected my childhood and consumed my adulthood, but now he wanted control over my personal life too.
“Where’s Yvette?” I asked Jenkins, my butler, as I walked out of my study and into the kitchen.
Once my father left, I had needed a moment to calm down. I wanted to wring his fucking neck for calling Yvette a whore. I had women that I could call if I was looking for a quick hookup. He knew that I didn’t bring random women to my home.
I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a cup. I hadn’t done that in a while. I rarely ventured into the kitchen and cooked even less. It felt awkward, but I continued the manual labor and waited for an answer from my staff.
Jenkins stood up and looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face. I found it strange that he hadn’t replied. Jenkins had always been very straightforward.
“Have you seen Yvette?”
I placed my cup underneath the cappuccino machine as Lucy, the house keeper, rushed over to make my coffee. I gratefully stepped out of her way.
Jenkins cleared his throat and straightened his collar at the same time the liquid from the machine frothed into my cup.
I nodded to Lucy because the drink was good and maybe just a little better because I assisted in making it.
I look at Jenkins who was still standing and looking silently in my direction.
“I had her removed.” He replied evenly, his hands situated behind his back.
The liquid abruptly caught in my throat and spurted out between my lips.
“You did what?” I questioned him.
“When you retired to your study, I returned the young woman’s belongings to her and had William drive her home in the town car.”
“You did what?” I asked in disbelief. I knew that Yvette had been upset by the heated discussion. I knew that she would be livid and further hurt at the ejection by my butler.
“I apologize Mr. Hanson.” Jenkins stated. “When you disappeared, I thought that you had dismissed her.
“Well, you thought wrong!” I told him impatiently.
I would have to find Yvette at the office and try to fix things.
I walked through
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