Chapter 47
Third Party Guarantee
Sara
“I want to fuck you so hard right now.” Wyatt’s words are soft, but they make everything in me straighten to attention.
“Wait until later, fuck buddy.” Drew’s voice alerts us to his presence, but I don’t look away from Wyatt.
Wyatt’s dark eyes search mine for a second and then he steps back, releasing me. My bones feel liquefied by his intensity, but I catch my breath and turn to look at Drew.
My lips part. Yeah, I’m never going to make it through the car ride with these four. Drew’s light brown hair is styled back and his tux is a dark blue. His smile is cocky. He looks like what every wealthy man hopes to look like. Expensive without a fucking care.
His tux fits him like a glove. Other women are going to notice him. They’re going to want him. But he’s mine.
He closes the distance between us and draws me away from the wall. “I’ve never seen such a lovely princess.”
His eyes heat me as they take in every inch. He circles me instead of making me turn for him. His hand trails over my ass cheeks and I suck in a breath at the bolt of lust that fires through me.
Our eyes lock and he smirks. “Everyone will envy me and wish they could be as beautiful as you.”
“I’m already regretting having a date for tonight.” Finn moves in to trap me between the two of them. “Imagine her naked in only these diamonds.”
He lifts a strand on my back and I shiver at the brush of it against my skin.
“She’ll be exquisite. Someone to worship.” Drew teases his fingers against my neck. “Those diamonds barely qualify to touch her skin.”
My breath catches. I keep waiting for him to tell me how slutty I look. My whole life I’ve been told I’m beautiful. That someday someone will make me his wife. That I’ll be someone’s trophy. I love that Drew doesn’t see that.
Yes, I realize he sees it. That him wanting me has to do with my acceptability to be on his arm.
But there’s a part of me that really gets off on him calling me a whore.
I don’t want to be the shiny doll someone puts on the shelf to be admired by everyone else.
It’s the role I was born into, but it never fit.
I want to be his sex toy. I want to be used by him, by them.
To be desirable not for my trust fund or the weight of my status in this society, but for my body, for his pleasure.
It wouldn’t feel the same if the others called me a slut or a whore.
It would feel like they’re trying to wound me.
But Drew, I know he likes me. I know he wants me. I know he respects me.
He doesn’t say it to make me feel less than. He says it because he wants me to know he desires me, and he loves that I desire him with the same intensity.
His eyes flash with heat. “I’m sorry, princess, but tonight you get worshipped. You can go back to being my whore tomorrow, but I don’t think a man alive would call you anything but divine in this.”
My insides heat. Finn groans and puts his head on my shoulder.
“Flower, if you have an itch to scratch, brush your nose and I’ll whisk you away to satisfy you.” He kisses my shoulder, sending a rush of sparks through me.
Drew chuckles. “We still have to pick up your dates.”
Wyatt glances down at the floor. Dante shakes his head. Finn sighs. None of them want to be with these other women tonight. Mission accomplished. Now to make them regret it.
Drew leads me out of the apartment and onto the elevator. The others follow us. Everything inside me is tense with anticipation, waiting for any of them to make a move. To touch me.
Drew’s hand remains on my low back right above the dress. His thumb caresses my skin.
“I promise not to ruin your dress until later, princess.” His words are low, but the elevator is quiet, and he’s not exactly hiding them from the others. “But I might have to buy you ten more of these as compensation for this one’s demise.”
Wyatt releases a harsh breath. The elevator opens and he leads the charge past the doorman, who holds the door open for all of us. He tips his head to me with a smile as I pass.
The limousine they hired for the evening is parked at the curb. A gentleman in black stands holding the door open for us. Drew offers me his hand as I duck to enter.
He waits for me to arrange my skirt before he slides in next to me. “Good, princess?”
I smile and nod as the others climb in and sit on the other seats. This won’t be easy, but at least I’ll feel sexy doing it. They’ll know what they’re coming home to.
The car pulls away. Finn’s gaze remains on me, taking in every inch. I turn and see both Wyatt and Dante watching me. I touch my necklace, feeling like prey.
I don’t hate it.
“We’re picking up Nancy first.” Dante runs a finger under his collar. “She’s a business associate’s daughter, so we’re looking to make a good impression before we pick up Wyatt’s date.”
I swallow, thinking about Verity and how long it’s been since we had to actually talk. We obviously see each other out in society, but it’s easy to avoid someone at most of these events. But not if they’re the date of one of your escorts.
“Do we know anything about Nancy?” I just want something to take my mind off Verity.
Dante’s gaze holds mine. “She doesn’t usually attend events like this. Her father wants her to get out more.”
“So we could be dealing with just about anything here?” I sigh, wishing I could have brought Hope or Kayla or Madison or all of them. “She could be bitchy and never gets invited out. Boring and never gets invited out. A loner and doesn’t want to go out, but her father is forcing her to.”
“Or she could be a diamond in the rough who just needs someone to make her shine,” Drew offers. His hand holds mine on his lap.
I narrow my eyes at him. “How so?”
“Not every girl is born into this. I’m fortunate that I was young when my parents entered society.
I grew up with it. Even if it was still a struggle.
” Drew brings my hand up and presses a kiss to my knuckles.
“They could be new money. Being seen on the arm of someone like Dante with an established family name could be good for her reputation and get her more invites.”
“As long as she isn’t catty, we’ll be fine.” Dante glances out the window.
Part of me longs to go to him. To slide onto his lap and draw his lips down to mine. Press my forehead against his and breathe him in. I don’t know how often he’s had to do something like this. Hold some debutant’s hand to make her shine a little brighter.
The limo stops and Dante climbs out. His hand brushes against mine and our eyes lock. It doesn’t matter who he’s taking to the fundraiser tonight. The only one he wants is me. A tiny thrill goes through me.
I should tamp it down. This is temporary. These men. The sex. The lust. The want. It all goes away when this ends. A shiver of dread sweeps through me, but that, I tamp down. I’ll take every thrill I can find. Every spark they give me until the light finally goes out.
Dante
Drew’s words echo in my ears. He’s not wrong. How many dates did my uncle use me for during high school and college? Fifty? A hundred? I don’t know. I lost count.
It was the least I could do after he took my mother and me in. The least.
I shake that off because, right now, I have to deal with this for my company. My business this time. Taking a deep breath, I ring the doorbell and straighten my cuffs.
The door opens and a small woman holds it for me. She’s in her fifties and dressed like someone who works here. She can’t be my date. I step into the entryway. The marble floor snaps under my heels.
A throat clears to my right and I turn. A woman around Sara’s age with brown hair and brown eyes stands there. She’s been primped with hair and makeup to look natural. Her dress is silver with a strapless corset bodice and a ball gown skirt.
She’s attractive. Maybe the socially awkward daughter?
“You must be Dante. I’m Nancy.” She steps forward with her hand outstretched. When I take it, she shakes my hand firmly and releases it. “My dad talked you into this. He’s still in denial. I have to admit, you’re a lot more attractive than the other guys he set me up with.”
She smirks and shakes her head.
I don’t say anything because what would I say?
“I hate to break it to you, because I’m sure you are a great fuck, but you and I… ” She taps my chest with the back of her hand before putting it over her heart. “We probably have similar tastes in dates.”
“You’re gay?” I’m not surprised or anything, just clarifying.
She smiles. “Dad doesn’t like that word. I’ve been trying out heterosexually challenged.”
I almost smile, but I need to clarify. “If you don’t want to go out—”
“Oh, no. I’m just preparing you.” She grabs her clutch and a wrap from the table in the entryway.
“I love a good benefit. All the pretty women. I’m not really one to partake at these things, so I’ll still be expecting you to bring me home at the end of the night.
But I appreciate the beauty of nights like tonight. ”
“Are you out?” I’m not sure if I should tell the others or if it’s a secret.
She steps up to me and straightens my tie. She shrugs a delicate shoulder. “Depends. Dad doesn’t like me to spread it around, but if I see something I like… ”
She pats my lapel and offers me her arm. “Are you ready?”
I hold out my arm for her and cock an eyebrow.
“If you insist.” She rolls her eyes but takes my arm.
The woman at the door gives me a wink on the way out. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
The driver holds open the door and I offer Nancy my hand to help her in. She takes it and gives me a look that says not to get my hopes up. I roll my eyes at her. She smirks and laughs.
“Oh, people.” She settles into the open seat and I get in behind her. Her gaze stalls on Sara.
Fuck, she does have the same taste as I do.
“I love your necklace.” She smiles.
“Thank you.” Sara glances down at it. “Your shoes are beautiful.”
Nancy lifts her foot. “I love a good shoe.”
“I’m Sara Morris.” Sara holds out her hand.
Nancy takes it and shakes it softly. “Nancy Anderson.”
Sara turns to smile at Drew.
Nancy’s sigh seems a little disappointed at Sara’s expression when she looks at Drew. She glances around the car, noticing Finn and Wyatt. Most women would notice them first.
“You two together?” She sits back against the seat next to me.
“No,” they say at the same time.
“Do you both have dates?” She looks way too excited about the prospect. I don’t know what to do about this development.
“Yes,” Wyatt says but glances at Sara.
Sara looks like she wants to say something about the other women, but she doesn’t.
The car stops and Finn moves to get out. “My turn.”
He walks over to the townhouse and rings the bell. The door opens and Olivia Clark steps out. Her blond hair is caught up in a bun and her brown eyes take in every inch of Finn. When he offers her his arm, she pouts and says something.
He laughs and says something back that doesn’t make her happy, but he brings her to the limo and helps her in.
“I didn’t know we were going with friends, Finny.”
Sara’s eyes widen and she meets mine and mouths, Finny?
I shake my head slightly as Olivia uses my knee to help herself into her seat.
“Good evening, Dante,” she rasps and gives me a welcoming grin. Her gaze stops on Nancy. “Dante’s date.”
“Nancy Anderson.” Nancy smirks but doesn’t hold out her hand to Olivia.
Finn settles in next to Olivia and she takes his hand.
“Is that Drew Young over there?” She finger waves to Drew.
“Olivia.” Drew tips his chin to her.
Olivia’s eyes widen when she sees Sara. “Oh. Wow, Sara, I haven’t seen a dress like that before.”
“It’s fabulous, isn’t it?” Nancy winks at Sara.
“I wish I could wear that color.” She pouts at Finn. “I have to go with bold colors or I just look washed out.”
Her dress tonight is black.
“And your dress, Nancy.” Olivia smiles. “I wish I had small breasts so I could pull off something like that.”
Before anyone can respond, the limo stops again.
“Thank fuck,” Wyatt says quietly as he climbs out. I kind of want to climb out with him, but take Sara with me.
“I really don’t have the figure for dresses like both of yours.
My hips and breasts just make it so hard to wear those sorts of styles.
You two are so lucky not to have my problems.” Olivia smiles and leans into Finn’s side, pressing her breasts against him.
“Finny always liked my curves, though. Don’t you, Finny? ”
Fuck, that’s going to be annoying.
Nancy leans into me and says quietly as Olivia continues to ramble on, “Not to be weird, but can we sit next to Sara and Drew and not Olivia and Finny at the table?”
I smirk. “Only if I get to sit next to Sara.”
She chuckles. “I’ll flip you for it.”
The door opens and Verity Baron steps in. Her short black hair is curled. Her blue eyes scan the interior before stopping on Sara for a second before she takes her seat. As soon as Wyatt joins her, she wraps her hands around his arm possessively. Her red fingernails match her red satin dress.
“I thought Tom was supposed to be here?” Verity gazes up at Wyatt with her eyes wide.
“He’s out of town.” Wyatt doesn’t move away but he holds himself stiff.
Verity glances at Sara again. Sara’s knuckles are white where she holds onto Drew’s hand. “I’m not surprised that Sara decided to join us in his place.”