Read Online September: Calendar Girl Book 9 by Audrey Carlan - Free Book Online
Authors: Audrey Carlan
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buy my sister and me a weeks’ worth of groceries. Then, when I was leaving after my shift, and I hit the curb for a taxi home, a shiny shoe stepped out the open door of a BMW with blacked-out windows, and Blaine offered me a ride. The car was white-hot, but it didn’t even come close to the man who owned it.
Stupid, dumbstruck twenty-one-year old Mia got into the car with the sexy-as-hell stranger and let him take me home. He didn’t hit on me that first time. He was a gentleman the entire time he walked me to my door, kissed me on the cheek, and asked if he could take me out the next night. I agreed, and Luna Rosa was where we started our evening. We ordered pizza and an expensive wine, which I thought was cool. He could have taken me to some fancy dancy steakhouse and plowed me full of gourmet cuisine in an attempt to impress or bed me. Instead, we talked, had two bottles of wine, and ate pizza followed by the most mouthwatering tiramisu I’d ever tasted.
Once a month, for the two years we were together, we went back to “our place” and stuffed our faces with pizza and wine. Then we’d stumble into the Town Car, and one of his bodyguards would drive us back to the casino. Sometimes, we’d be so hot and bothered in the elevator, I’d be wrapped around his hips, him already deep inside when the doors opened to the penthouse floor, and he’d proceed to fuck me up against the wall. Blaine had absolutely no concern for the individuals who might live in or have reserved the few other rooms on the top floor finding us. He simply didn’t give a fuck, and I loved that about him. Hell, I thought I loved him, and I thought he loved me.
I was so young, dumb, and full of cum that I ate up every line of bullshit he fed me, throwing caution to the wind and living in the moment. Not anymore. I’d learned those lessons the hard way. If Blaine thought he was going to score some points with me for meeting me at Luna Rosa, he had another think coming.
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I didn’t have anything dressy with me from Maxwell’s ranch because, well, we’d stayed on a ranch. We pretty much spent our time kicking it at their house, hanging out with their friends and enjoying their ranch.
A pang hit my heart when I thought about Max. When Pops took the turn for the better, he announced that he had to go check on his wife and daughter. Cyndi was a month from having baby Jackson, and he needed to check on the transition of the company ownership and deal with any pressing business activities while he was there. He promised he’d check in daily.
Throughout my life, I had never really aspired to be ridiculously rich, but I couldn’t help thinking if the transition moved faster and I was able to get access to my share, perhaps I could pay Blaine off, and this whole mess would be over. I’d live in Malibu and surf, kiss, and make love to the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Unfortunately, Max had warned that the process of finalizing the will and going through the change in ownership to both Maddy and me, using our DNA samples as proof of our relationship, would take some time but it would be worth it in the end.
If I made it alive through all of this, maybe Max would be proven right. For now, I had a really hard time seeing that sparkly light at the end of the tunnel. Right now, it seemed life was driving down a slick road with no streetlights during a hurricane in a car with broken wipers and faulty brakes.
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I arrived at Luna Rosa promptly at seven. Maddy loaned me a dress I’d given her from my time shopping in Chi-town with Hector. It was a simple number, a dark eggplant with a deep V down the back. The skirt hit mid-thigh, and the fabric stretched across my breasts nicely. If I hadn’t been so pissed about who I was wearing it for, I would have felt like a million dollars. Instead, I felt like steam-rolled garbage, although no one could tell it from the outside. Heavy concealer hid the dark circles and bags under my
Stupid, dumbstruck twenty-one-year old Mia got into the car with the sexy-as-hell stranger and let him take me home. He didn’t hit on me that first time. He was a gentleman the entire time he walked me to my door, kissed me on the cheek, and asked if he could take me out the next night. I agreed, and Luna Rosa was where we started our evening. We ordered pizza and an expensive wine, which I thought was cool. He could have taken me to some fancy dancy steakhouse and plowed me full of gourmet cuisine in an attempt to impress or bed me. Instead, we talked, had two bottles of wine, and ate pizza followed by the most mouthwatering tiramisu I’d ever tasted.
Once a month, for the two years we were together, we went back to “our place” and stuffed our faces with pizza and wine. Then we’d stumble into the Town Car, and one of his bodyguards would drive us back to the casino. Sometimes, we’d be so hot and bothered in the elevator, I’d be wrapped around his hips, him already deep inside when the doors opened to the penthouse floor, and he’d proceed to fuck me up against the wall. Blaine had absolutely no concern for the individuals who might live in or have reserved the few other rooms on the top floor finding us. He simply didn’t give a fuck, and I loved that about him. Hell, I thought I loved him, and I thought he loved me.
I was so young, dumb, and full of cum that I ate up every line of bullshit he fed me, throwing caution to the wind and living in the moment. Not anymore. I’d learned those lessons the hard way. If Blaine thought he was going to score some points with me for meeting me at Luna Rosa, he had another think coming.
----
I didn’t have anything dressy with me from Maxwell’s ranch because, well, we’d stayed on a ranch. We pretty much spent our time kicking it at their house, hanging out with their friends and enjoying their ranch.
A pang hit my heart when I thought about Max. When Pops took the turn for the better, he announced that he had to go check on his wife and daughter. Cyndi was a month from having baby Jackson, and he needed to check on the transition of the company ownership and deal with any pressing business activities while he was there. He promised he’d check in daily.
Throughout my life, I had never really aspired to be ridiculously rich, but I couldn’t help thinking if the transition moved faster and I was able to get access to my share, perhaps I could pay Blaine off, and this whole mess would be over. I’d live in Malibu and surf, kiss, and make love to the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Unfortunately, Max had warned that the process of finalizing the will and going through the change in ownership to both Maddy and me, using our DNA samples as proof of our relationship, would take some time but it would be worth it in the end.
If I made it alive through all of this, maybe Max would be proven right. For now, I had a really hard time seeing that sparkly light at the end of the tunnel. Right now, it seemed life was driving down a slick road with no streetlights during a hurricane in a car with broken wipers and faulty brakes.
----
I arrived at Luna Rosa promptly at seven. Maddy loaned me a dress I’d given her from my time shopping in Chi-town with Hector. It was a simple number, a dark eggplant with a deep V down the back. The skirt hit mid-thigh, and the fabric stretched across my breasts nicely. If I hadn’t been so pissed about who I was wearing it for, I would have felt like a million dollars. Instead, I felt like steam-rolled garbage, although no one could tell it from the outside. Heavy concealer hid the dark circles and bags under my
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