Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
NEO
When I woke up, I patted the spot next to me. Noticing it was empty, I immediately sat up.
“Lou?” I called out, my voice still groggy from sleep. “Lourdes?”
I jumped out of bed, naked, not bothering with clothes. When I opened the shower door, she was nowhere in sight. Once I was back in the room, I noticed there was no trace of her in it.
Her luggage, the makeup bag on the counter, her phone charger, everything was missing.
“Fuck,” I cursed as I ran a hand through my hair.
If I was obsessed with Lourdes before, that didn’t compare to how I felt now that I knew the way she felt coming on my cock. Said cock twitched at the memory from earlier this morning.
Every gasp, every moan that I wrung out of her body made me feel like a king.
“Neo,” she whimpered as I licked her from her slit to her clit.
Her legs shook as I pressed down on her lower belly so she could stay still as I devoured her swollen little clit. I’d been eating her out for the last twenty minutes. Working her up so high that tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes.
“Please,” she begged me as she gripped my hair out of sheer frustration. “Please, I need to come.”
I blew against her clit before I licked it.
“Stop spelling your name,” she groaned as her back arched off the bed.
“Hmmm,” I murmured against her pussy. “Why would I do that when it belongs to me?”
Her pussy clenched at my words. She wouldn’t admit it, but she loved it when I claimed her. Every time I called her baby, she got wetter. She would never admit to being mine, but it was in all the actions she never voiced that showed me she was in just as deep. I was sure if anyone else talked to her the way I did, she would slap the shit out of them—yet she was letting me fuck her.
“Mi amor.” She let out a desperate sob, and my cock throbbed.
Fuck .
I kissed the inside of her thigh.
“Yes, baby?” My voice was soft. I don’t think she even realized she called me “my love.”
“Please…” she whimpered.
Fuck. How was I supposed to deny her when she begged me like that?
I wanted to feel her on my tongue, but I was even more desperate to have all her orgasms on my cock.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” I told her as I spread her legs so I could sink into her. “Crying and begging for me.” I rubbed the head of my cock between her pussy lips. “Such a little whore for me…” I grunted as I pushed inside of her. My thumb went to her clit, and before I was even all the way in her, she came hard. “Shit, Lou, so desperate for me you couldn’t even let me in fully.”
It was hypocritical of me to chastise her when I was just as desperate for her.
“Going to fill you up, Lou. Want you so full of me,” I groaned as I came.
And now she was gone.
I looked for my phone, and it was on the nightstand Lou was using. I noticed I had a few missed emails and text messages that would have to wait because, thanks to my early morning fucking, if I didn’t shower, I would be late to meet Mr. Parks.
As I showered, I tried to think. What the hell would I do now? There was no way I could go back to pretend like I didn’t give two shits what Lourdes did. Wasn’t that the whole reason I went away in the first place? I had one taste of her, and I lost all sense of self-control. After we got out of that elevator, I had to run to security and pay the guard on duty money to keep quiet about what he might have seen and have the tape erased.
Had I stayed, I wouldn’t have been satisfied with a kiss in the dark and my fingers up her skirt. So, I ran, and look what it got me.
When I got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and called Lou.
It went straight to voicemail.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
I hated feeling out of control and desperate. Everything in my life was carefully calculated because desperation led to mistakes. I sat on the edge of the bed and started replying to texts that needed my attention. Wesley, Richard, and Tatum had all texted me.
Wesley: When can I drop the act? You know how I feel about being fake.
Me: Soon. Everything is going well.
I opened Richard’s messages next.
Richard: Let me know if you have any issues. How is Lou handling it?
Me: Everything is going according to plan. Don’t worry about Lou, I can take care of her.
There was something fucked up about the sick satisfaction I got from telling that to her father. If he knew just how well I took care of her, he would disown me on the spot. Hell, maybe I should do it. It might just be the wake-up call he needed to tell Gerald to fuck off.
Lastly, I opened Tate’s text.
Tatum: It took three long years, and I can’t believe we pulled it off, bro. Thank you for believing me and helping me get the upper hand on my dad. He didn’t believe in me, but you did.
I rolled my eyes and didn’t bother with a reply.
Fuck him.
I was about to close my phone, and I noticed an itinerary from the company jet.
“Motherfucker,” I cursed as I threw the phone across the bed.
Lou fucking left.