evening.”
“Ummm….yes, I didn’t mean to ask for a ride,
it just sort of happened.”
The velvet sound of Kennedy’s deep voice and
a deep laugh gave me relief that he was not annoyed that I was taking advantage
of his generosity. “Hope, I don’t want you to go the club tonight. I want you
to stay home and masturbate and think about me.”
Jesus. Even through the phone this man
could make my nipples harden with excitement. I let him wait in silence for a
minute. If anyone else had spoken those same words to me I would be outraged.
Yet Kennedy’s words spoken as a command, and not a request, created a desire to
obey him that filled me. “Okay.” The word came out of my own mouth and yet I
was shocked that I had just agreed to do what he commanded.
“Good, thank you.”
“And what will you be doing tonight
while I am home in my bed alone?” I smiled, not quite sure what I wanted his
response to be.
“Not what I usually do on a Friday night.”
Silence for a moment, and then “I’ll call you tomorrow, I need to make a few calls
to change some previous commitments. “
A few minutes later, I hung up the phone.
At the window, I saw Charles on his cell phone and then he smiled and pulled
away. I felt as though we had just agreed to a lot of things in our short
conversation, yet I wasn’t quite positive what those things were. My cell
phone buzzed and I realized that I needed to let Shauna know that I wasn’t
going to meet her at the club. It was easier to feign a sudden illness then to
tell Shauna the truth. That I had committed to a man that I barely knew that I
would stay in my apartment and masturbate just didn’t come through well in a
text.
Chapter 6
Kennedy Jenner had a standing date with
Mikayla Santorina every Friday night for the last three months. It wasn’t a
complicated relationship. Mikayla liked to go out to expensive dinners and
socialize at parties and be seen on the arm of a tall dark, handsome and
wealthy man. Kennedy frequently needed a date to social events that he was
required to attend in his business. And, at the end of the night, he liked to
get fucked or sucked and then go home alone without the pressure of sleepovers
and mornings after with a woman. Mikayla had tried on more than one occasion
to make the arrangement into something more, but Kennedy made it clear he was
not interested in more.
Tonight he cancelled their plans to attend
the Mayor’s charity dinner together, by telling Mikayla that he had a business
emergency that he needed to attend to. It was easier than telling her the
truth, and if things didn’t work out with little Miss York, he might see fit to
maintain their arrangement.
Mikayla was not happy when Kennedy called to
cancel, but offered to meet him after the dinner for the customary second half
of their date night anyway. Not even tempted, he declined her offer.
***
Being wealthy and handsome had made him a
target for women. He only dated the ones that knew the rules and could provide
only what he needed and be happy with what little he could offer. Kennedy’s
time and energy were devoted to building his company over the past eight
years. There was no time left for distractions. He wouldn’t allow it. Either
he controlled the relationship or he ended the relationship. The same rules
applied in his business. Control was not something he could give up, he needed
it to survive.
Kennedy’s assistant Marcy was not surprised
that he called so late in the day. But she was surprised that he called
Monika Zgustová, Matthew Tree