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“Don’t you know how wrong that was? Dating my ex’s dad?” She tilts her blue-haired head as she adds, “You mean, will people think it’s wrong? That sounds like a them problem.”
If I knew anything about love and relationships, I could actually find the right guy, but I don’t. I’m just a naive, desperate girl that craves a ridiculous amount of praise and attention and is stupid enough to do anything for it.
And that’s it for me. I don’t want another sub or another girlfriend. Charlotte is about as replaceable as Beau, which means not at all.
“You are sexy and beautiful, Charlotte. And you’re also mine.” “Not anymore,” she snaps, but I catch the slightest quiver in her response, enough to make her stay in this spot, in my hands, until she stops saying that. “Yes, you are,” I grumble, grasping the fabric of her dress in my fists.
“Suck my clit,” she whimpers, and I almost hesitate. This is the same girl who once struggled with the slightest bit of dirty talk and now she’s fucking my face and telling me what she wants. Pride swells in my chest, and I growl in response, latching my lips around her most sensitive spot, sucking it the way she likes.
Glancing up at her again, I don’t see the too-young girl that stumbled into my office that first day. I see Charlotte in a form she was always meant to be—confident, sexual, and happy.
“Why didn’t I know about this party?” my dad replies. “Because you weren’t invited,” my mother snaps back in a clipped tone. I’ve never heard her talk to him like that, and I sort of love her for it. Go Mom.
It becomes strikingly clear in this moment—Emerson means everything to me.
A better man might apologize first, but I can’t bring myself to apologize for loving Charlotte. I’m not sorry about it.
He has to take me as Charlie, if he wants me as Charlotte.
“Get naked for me, Charlotte. I want to see my girl.” He takes me by the chin, lifting my face until I’m smiling up at him. His girl.
“Tell me you’re mine. Say it.” “I’m yours,” I gasp, clutching the wooden step between my fingers, turning my knuckles white. “I don’t want anyone but you. I’m yours and you’re mine. My…Sir,” I cry out. “That’s my girl,”
RULE #39: GOOD GIRLS GET HAPPY ENDINGS.
“Stop being a fucking tease, Charlotte, and suck my cock like a good little secretary.”
“You heard the man,” he says against my lips. “You’re keeping me from doing my job, Charlotte. If you can’t stop being so fucking fuckable, I’m going to have to tie you to your desk.” “That sounds fun,” I whisper. “Yes, it does,” he replies.
“Baby, every second I’m around you, I’m thinking of all the dirty things I want to do to you, and you can rest assured I’m going to live out each and every one of those fantasies. Do you think you can handle that?”
“Use your words, Charlotte.” He groans, sliding his hand between my legs. “Yes, Sir.” That sinister smile of his returns as he rests his forehead gently against mine. “Good girl.”
