Stalker Problems - Chapter 25 - Odegaard Gangbang
Or at least, I wanted him to be. I just didn’t know how to make it happen.
Our date had been wonderful and it felt like he was into me, but why would he like me?
I wasn’t like those models at spin class.
Or his slutty secretary. I pulled her picture up on my phone.
Yeah, I had saved it. Don’t judge me. She was tall and had impossibly big boobs for her impossibly skinny waist. I couldn’t compete with that.
Maybe that was why he hadn’t kissed me the other night.
He had kept calling me cute . I needed to spice it up.
I rummaged through my drawers. None of my clothes seemed right for the occasion. What was good for clubbing and also easy to take off? I pulled my tightest dress over my head. It was a sexy little red number that I’d bought for my first Valentine’s Day with Joe. And somehow it still fit. Kind of.
I got it over my shoulders, but then it got stuck around my boobs thanks to the mega-pushup bra I was wearing.
For a second I couldn’t breathe. My life flashed before my eyes.
I pictured the police showing up and finding me on the ground half-naked.
But before that all happened, the dress tore in half.
Son of a bitch! It must have been made of the cheapest fabric in the world.
“Eh, it would have been too hard to get off anyway,” I said to no one in particular.
Really I was just trying to make myself feel better about literally tearing a dress in half.
It was the damn muscle weight. I still hadn’t figured out if the protein before a workout was a good idea.
Maybe I just had to give up protein completely…
God no. That sounded terrible. I’d take the splitting dresses over no protein any day.
I eventually settled on a flared skirt and a tank top. I finished it off with the pair of white heels that I’d worn to my high school graduation. The two-inch heel was soooo sexy. At least, it had felt that way when I bought them in freaking high school.
My phone buzzed. 8:01. I looked at the text from Madison. There were no words. Just a picture of Ryder ducking into his Rolls Royce.
Ah! It’s happening! Tonight was the night.
I was going to see Ryder again. Or maybe I should just not go.
I did have a crap-ton of work to get done if we were going to finish those new ad campaigns by tomorrow afternoon.
Missing a deadline was just as bad as being late, which was my second biggest fear.
No. I shook my head. You got this, Ash .
I refused to let myself wallow in misery while Joe and Sierra lived happily ever after.
I was going to get my happily ever after too, and I was going to get it with a billionaire.
Besides, I only had to complete my three wishes before I got to cross it off my to-do list and nominate Chastity to be part of the Society.
Three chances to make Tanner fall in love with me. Or Ryder. Or whatever his name is.
I put on my black wig, fastened a black bracelet to my wrist, and headed outside before I could change my mind.
A black Rolls Royce limo pulled up right at 8:30.
OMG! Ryder came to get me! The driver got out and opened the door for me.
My heart was beating out of my chest. What would I say to him?
Would I act natural? Would I playfully be mad at him for leaving me alone after our first date and then pretending not to know who I was at the meeting?
Apparently I’d do neither, because Frankie was the only one in the back of the limo. I should have known because the driver wasn’t the little man in the butler’s outfit that usually drove Ryder around. Crap.
“Hey Raven!” she said, handing me a glass of champagne and giving me an awkward seated hug.
I took a big sip.
“How was your date with Ryder?”
“Kind of amazing. Did you know he was gonna pull that whole FBI thing?”
She looked confused. “I have no idea what FBI thing you’re talking about, but I warned you he was dangerous.”
That doesn’t answer my question. “He didn’t seem dangerous. He was actually quite a gentleman.”
“But not in bed, I bet?” She winked.
I took another sip of champagne. “We actually didn’t do that. We just talked.”
“Right,” said Frankie. “Of course.”
She definitely did not believe me. “What can you tell me about him?”
“I don’t really know him. I’ve just…heard things.”
“Like?”
“It’s not really my place to say. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you for me to poison things with rumors.”
“But you didn’t mind poisoning things by telling me that he had rusty pipes and asbestos in his walls.”
“Maybe I was just telling you what you wanted to hear. It seemed like you have a thing for bad boys.”
“I guess I do. I mean, my ex-husband left me for a woman he barely knew.” I downed the rest of my champagne. “And now they’re Facebook-official.”
“There’s a difference between bad boys and bad people. And your ex sounds like the latter.”
“Which one is Ryder?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. But I’ll let you know if I find anything out. In the meantime…” She poured me another glass of champagne. “Get ready to have the night of your life.”
“Doing what?”
“The best thing you can do when you’ve just suffered a bad breakup.”
“Oh God.” My heart started pounding. “I knew this was gonna be a gangbang.”
Frankie spit out her champagne. “Wow. What? Is that how you usually get over breakups?”
I laughed awkwardly. “Ha. No. Of course not. I know that what we’re really doing is…”
“Shopping!” she yelled, hoisting her glass into the air.
“Shopping!” I yelled too. I had never been much of a shopper, but her enthusiasm was contagious. “Oh, that’s why my clothes needed to be easy to take off.”
“Uh, yes. We have to get you a whole new wardrobe, and the boutique closes in three hours. Wait, did you seriously think you were going to a gangbang? Because my roommate and I went to one of those a few weeks ago and it was way more intense than I thought it would be. But if you really want one I’m sure I can get a few guys together… ”
She got out her phone and started typing.
“No!” I swatted her phone out of her hand.
“Well, if you change your mind, just let me know.” She sounded 100% serious. As if a gangbang was a totally normal thing.
The car came to a stop and the driver opened the door.
We stepped out onto 5 th Avenue. The fashion center of New York.
And we were right in the middle of it, standing outside of the Odegaard boutique.
I had never been there, but Chastity talked about it all the time.
It was the store of her dreams. And it was the store of my nightmares.
Every dress in there was worth more than my life.
“Ready to shop?” asked Frankie.
“Only if they take Monopoly money.” It was the only money I had plenty of. So much that it made that poor Forbes millionaire look like even more of a loser.
“They don’t. But tonight, we have this.” Frankie pulled a sleek black credit card out of her wallet.
“A Society card?”
She shrugged. “Close enough.”
“Close enough? What does that mean?”
Frankie didn’t answer. She just ushered me through the ten-foot-tall glass doors into the boutique.
And that’s where things got weird. Not like…
sexually weird. Just unusual from a shopping perspective.
First, the entrance to the store didn’t seem like the entrance to a store at all.
There wasn’t a dress in sight. It looked more like the entrance to a five-star hotel, complete with marble walls and a massive chandelier.
If this was a murder mystery, someone would definitely get crushed by it.
But my life wasn’t a murder mystery. It was a rom-com.
Or erotic romance? Oh God. What if I’m in a murder mystery and I just haven’t realized it yet?
I imagined the chandelier squashing Frankie.
“Good evening, ladies,” said a girl in a little black dress.
Which raised two questions. First, was she a greeter?
And if she was, why the hell did such an upscale store have greeters?
I thought those were just a weird thing Walmart did to try to make people feel uncomfortable and never want to come back.
“Hi,” said Frankie. “We have an appointment for 8:45.”
The girl looked down at a tablet. “Raven Black?”
“That’s me,” I said.
“Great, follow me.” She led us through another set of doors into a giant room that looked like it was straight out of Say Yes to the Dress , but instead of wedding dresses, the place was filled with clothes of all types.
Well…not all types. There were no cheap clothes.
There were also no other clients. All twelve of the changing areas were empty.
We wove through mannequins and clothes racks to the changing area on the far side of the store.
The girl clicked a few more buttons on her tablet and then looked up at us. “Your personal fashion consultant will be with you shortly. Can I get you anything while you wait?”
Personal fashion consultant? Were rich people too helpless to pick out their own clothes?
“We’re fine, thanks,” said Frankie. As soon as the girl disappeared, Frankie started browsing the racks. “Oh! You’ve gotta try these on.” She was holding a pair of black leather leggings.
“Is that even allowed?” Being around so many expensive things was making me sweaty.
Which meant I was going to get pit stains on all the clothes.
And they’d have to cut the leather leggings off of me if I got too sweaty.
The thought made me sweat even more. I didn’t need to buy fancy clothes to get over Joe. I just needed Ryder.
“It’s our appointment. We can do whatever we want. Now go try these on.” She tossed the leggings at me.
I caught them and cradled them like a baby.
I should have been more careful though. They were probably worth more than a baby.
And somehow, they were about to be on my body.
I went into the changing room and slipped them on.
And by slipped, I mean jammed my ass into them like I was a sausage.
But they actually looked really good. My spin classes were definitely working.
I’d be crossing off revenge body in no time.
“Damn, check out my ass,” I said as I walked out of the changing room.
“Gladly,” said a deep voice.
I looked up and saw Ryder standing there in all his glory, complete with his man bun, floral suit, and piercing eyes. Staring directly at my ass. Because I had just told him to.