Chapter 7 #2
My stomach twisted and knotted with the thought of sitting down with Christian to have coffee while discussing the ways he made me cum.
"Thank you, I'll think about it."
I stood and smoothed my hands down my sides.
"Scotlyn, are you sure you're okay? Nothing happened that you didn't consent to, right?"
"No, it was all consensual."
She frowned and studied my face. "You seem uneasy. First experiences are always emotionally intense. Try not to overthink or over evaluate how you feel right now."
"I'm not. I think more than anything I'm just processing."
She smiled smugly. "I'm sure. There's a lot to process."
"There is."
She laughed lightly. "If you have any more questions, please don't hesitate to ask, and whatever you decide, just know the take away from tonight is completely yours. Embrace what you learned about yourself, whether you choose to walk away from this or not."
"Thank you."
I left her office and headed right to the elevators. The entire ride my mind was stuck in that room, on him, on how he made me feel. I used the private exit and walked to my loaner car. The minute I was seated behind the steering wheel I laughed, randomly loud and unfiltered.
"What you learned about yourself…"
I tensed at Giselle's words because what I'd learned was that I was a gotdamn freak who craved the touch of a man I had no business dealing with. I also knew for sure that it was Christian in that room with me, no matter how hard my brain was trying to lean into possibilities that it wasn't.
Being a Whitney was hard enough, but being a female in the Whitney dynasty was damn near exhausting.
I had to fight to be taken seriously so much harder than my brother and was foolishly risking my reputation by being attached to something as taboo as entering into a thirty-day contract with a man I was choosing to be a submissive for.
I prided myself on maintaining control and confidence because I had to or would be overshadowed by the men who didn't think I was good enough or deserved to sit across from them during business negotiations.
Yet tonight I had been perfectly content handing over complete control.
It felt liberating and so fucking freeing, but there was no way this could work. I would decline the contract. I had to…
The next morning I was struggling to open my eyes when I heard my phone going wild on the nightstand next to me.
When I failed to shake my sleep haze, because my body felt too heavy and weighted to cooperate, I threw my hand to the side and grabbed my phone, peeking at the screen for all of two seconds to find the spot where I needed to swipe in order to answer.
"Scotlyn…"
"Bitch, I know who you are, I called you." I grinned at Tezni's overly animated voice.
"It's early, Tez. What do you want?"
"Details. I've given you a full twelve hours to psychologically evaluate your pussy pounding."
I choked on a laugh and my eyes flew open but I immediately squinted, realizing I hadn't closed the blackout curtains before I fell asleep last night.
That was a combination of my exhaustion from the aftershocks of what Christian did to my body and the steaming hot shower I took as soon as I made it back to my room, with the intention of erasing the reminders of the way he'd handled me.
Epic fail. The memories still lingered in my mind and through my body.
"Oh shit, you're too quiet. Was it terrible?"
"No, it wasn't terrible."
"Then it was good?"
Good, great, amazing…
I rolled over onto my side, placed the call on speaker, and dropped the device on the pillow my head sank into after I shoved my arm under it.
Being on my side meant having my thighs pressed together, which was a terrible idea because I swore I still felt his fingers teasing to push into me but I had shut that down.
"I'm not serving you divorce papers if that's what you're asking."
"Friend, you could serve me whatever you want but them shits would end up in a shredder or the trash. Trust and believe. Now tell me all about it."
"No."
"Scot…"
"No, it's weird and I'm not handing over details."
He strapped me on a spanking bench, spread me open, spanked me with a flogger, and devoured my pussy like a man starved which made me cum harder than I ever have in my life. Then he made me climb into his lap and talk about how good he made me feel.
Nope, damn sure not sharing that.
"Would it help if I tell you about my experience?"
"Absolutely not. We're close but I never want to be that close."
She sucked her teeth. "But it was good, right? Can you at least tell me that?"
"It was more than good."
"Yes, I knew that would be your shit. For the next thirty days you will be living your best life."
I cringed.
"I'm not doing it."
"Yeah you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Scot, you promised me."
"I did and I kept my word. I went, survived the night, and now I'm done."
"That's not what we agreed on."
"Yes it is. I never agreed to do the full contract. Only that I would give it a chance, I did. It's not for me."
Lie.
It was definitely for me. He was for me. The things he did to my body were surely for me but…
"Truth, Scot."
I groaned in annoyance.
"That is the truth."
"Please don't insult me. We've been friends for twenty-nine years.
I know you. Shit, your own family doesn't know you as well as I do.
That damn pussy ass man you married didn't even know you the way that I do.
Truth now or I'm catching a flight to Crescent Falls so you can look me in my eyes and tell this damn lie because you're definitely lying. "
I turned my face into the pillow and groaned again. This was the problem with spending years with someone. Tezni could tell things about me just from the inflection of my voice. I seriously believed me and this hoe were soul tied like we shared a womb.
"I might just be an undercover freak."
"And that's a problem because…"
"Me being an undercover freak is not the problem.
The problem is who helped me discover that I am.
" I begrudgingly threw the cover back and dragged my body from the coziness of the bed.
Tezni mentioned giving me twelve hours to psychologically evaluate my pussy pounding which meant it was seven, or close to it, since my introduction at Erogenous was at seven last night.
I had a meeting with BWB this morning, and according to the text I received from my assistant and had purposely ignored, I had a business lunch with Christian at twelve.
He was picking me up. I would have refused but I needed to finalize whatever relationship we were going to have when it came to the waterfront property.
Regardless of my current dilemma of Christian knowing the intimate details of my voice during the height of my orgasms, I still needed him on my side with this acquisition and not in my way.
Being tied up in court for the next year battling him over a verbal agreement wasn't going to work for me.
"This sounds incredibly complicated. Who?"
"Sexy Enemy."
"Sexy… shit… Christian Devereaux."
I lifted from the bed, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet. "The one and only."
"Oh my fucking goodness. This is so perfect." She was excited; I was mortified. While she gloated, I snatched up my toothbrush and pushed it under the steady flow of water before lining it with toothpaste, then shoved it in my mouth.
"It's not perfect. It's the absolute worst thing that could happen." I spoke while I brushed, staring at my hair all over the place. My smooth brown skin still glowed even though I skipped my p.m. skin care routine last night.
"How, friend? You need him on your side and what better way is there to gain a man's cooperation than putting that good shit on him? That million-dollar property is as good as yours, Scot."
I spit, rinsed my toothbrush, and lifted my mouthwash. "You're completely missing the point. That man put his hands on me and his tongue in me. How can I look him in the eyes and expect him to take me seriously now?"
"Same way you did last night when he had his hands on you and his tongue in you. Stop tripping. This doesn't change a damn thing. If anything it sways this deal in your favor."
I tilted my head back, then swished and gargled before spitting in the sink.
After pushing my hand under the water to make sure I didn't leave any residuals behind, I groaned then responded.
"I didn't look him in his eyes last night.
I was blindfolded through the entire thing.
Which makes it worse because he knows it was me but I don't know it was him. "
"I'm confused. If you didn't see him, then how do you know it was Sexy Enemy?"
"We had a drink yesterday after I did the property survey. We talked, I know his voice. That same voice was attached to the man I was with last night. It was him, Tez."
His voice, his presence, every-fucking-thing about Christian was in that room with me last night.
"So what I'm hearing is you're panicking for nothing. You could be wrong."
"I'm not wrong."
I began the process of washing my face, going through the simple steps of my routine-deep cleanser, toner, and moisturizer.
"Okay, so go with it. He was there to do the spanking same way you were there to be on the receiving end. That's a level playing field, Scot."
"In a realistic world, maybe, but that shit doesn't exist. You know how my father is with Alex. He can do whatever he wants. If I'm not wearing a damn chastity belt then I've tarnished the family name. Those are the exact same principles that exist in the business world."
"Have you forgotten I know where you buried all the bodies? If that's truly the case, then you tarnished the family name a very long time ago. Our twenties were a sexually questionable time, friend. Good times for sure, but very much scandalous behavior."
I barked a laugh and cringed with the reminder. There were a few things I would love to have erased from my history. Things I thoroughly enjoyed but had me questioning my sanity yet also fully understanding why last night didn't have me running.
"Very valid point, and you just make sure you take those scandalous details to the grave, but that's not helping my case. I don't think I can sit across from that fine ass man and negotiate terms and ownership knowing the ways he made me cum last night."
"Fine ass man…"
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I clearly forgot who I was talking to. She could see right through my bullshit and translate the unspoken words between the lines. Fine ass man meant I wanted him, and I did. Now she knew that too but I still tried to smooth it over.
"Yes, fine. No point in denying the obvious. You did a whole FBI report on the man. You know what he looks like."
"Mhm, I sure do, but his looks aren't the issue.
You sitting across from him negotiating terms about that property isn't either.
The problem is you can't sit across from him and be professional knowing you want Christian to be the only man who puts his mouth on your pussy, friend.
That right there is a problem. You should have started with that and we could have skipped all this back and forth. "
I opened my mouth to argue then decided to just go with it. "I can't want him in my bed and this business deal. That's a whole fucking disaster, especially if he wants to be in both."
"Oh shit, wait, so the attraction is mutual?"
Yes, it was. Christian was definitely attracted to me. He made no effort to hide it yesterday.
"Very mutual and last night I handed him my pussy on a silver platter."
Tezni laughed hard. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm glad you're amused."
"I'm very fucking amused but I also know you. You'll be fine. Whatever went down between you and that man does not change anything about how you stand on business. Submission in the bedroom doesn't have a damn thing to do with dominating in the boardroom."
I grinned at the confidence in her tone. "You're right. I'm overthinking this."
"You are, and if Christian can't respect you just because he's seen you naked, then he's going to be very fucking sorry when your name is all over that deal, Scot.
Because make no mistake about it, you're there to buy that property and make it something amazing and you're going to do just that.
Middle finger in the air to him and every other man who doesn't believe you're the shit. "
"Thank you for reminding me I got this."
"Bill is in the mail, friend."
I laughed and shook my head. "I have to go. I have a meeting in an hour. Are you okay? How are things?"
"I have four appointments today so the bills are paid. I also looked over the locations you sent me. I just have to figure out where the hell the money will come from…"
I opened my mouth to say I would help but before I could get the words out she cut me off.
"And no, this will be all on me until I ask for help. I just need time to work through some things, and if I need help, I promise I'll ask."
"No you won't." I smiled.
"You're right; I won't. But you will not let me fail. So when I try to do too much and get in over my head, you'll be there. That's already understood. Love you, go handle your shit and call me later."
"I will, love you too."
I had a few hours before I needed to deal with Christian. So right now my focus was on sitting with BWB and getting them behind me on this project so I had at least one ally.