Chapter 4 Mercedes
Mercedes
Mr. Knight
The next day, I left early and went to study at the library at the school.
I couldn’t spend another second around him.
Not after what we did. I knew he was standing there watching, but I didn’t expect him to come into my room and cum all over my pussy.
But, my god, I fucking loved it. My body shattered around my own fingers, having him watch me while I watched him.
Why does he have to be my stepbrother? Why can’t he just be Case Nicoletti, the star hockey player that I could have a one-night stand with?
Get him out of my system and move on. But no–I’ll have to see him more often than not, since we live in the same goddamn house.
At least he stays at the dorms during the week.
A part of me can’t wait to see him, but the rational part of me wants to avoid him.
He has a game coming up, and I’m still going to attend.
How can I not? He will be too busy to even notice me there.
So why take that away from myself? I’m a glutton for punishment. Just torture myself some more.
Picking up my phone, I see it’s almost time for my shift.
Packing up my things, I leave the library and walk to the parking lot.
Getting into my car, I gasp at the dozen red roses with a note attached sitting in my passenger seat.
Fuck! Picking up the note with shaky hands, I read the words as my stomach flips, and I feel physically ill.
Angel,
You can run, but you can’t hide from me. I’ll be seeing you soon, baby.
Love always, your Kenneth.
I cringe and rip the note into a million pieces.
How does he keep finding me? I’ve changed my number, bought a new car, and left the dorms, but still he finds me every fucking time.
Reaching over in the passenger seat, I grab the flowers and throw them out of the window.
I shiver as if eyes are on me, and I already feel dirty.
I start the car, lock the doors, and pull out of the space and drive out of the parking lot.
I need to do something about this. I can’t keep running.
Getting on the highway, I drive towards my job, constantly checking my rearview mirror to make sure I’m not being followed.
It’s no use. He knows where I work; that’s how I met him.
The first mistake was letting him catch feelings for me.
Mistake number two was giving him my number. I know now never to do that again.
Pulling up to the gates, I enter my code and wait for the wrought iron metal to open.
Crawling up the circular driveway, I park behind the house where all the other girls and Mark park.
The front entrance is for guests only. I look in the mirror and take a deep breath.
Time to put on my game face for the night.
Out here, I’m Lyla Hollis—med student, but the moment I enter that house.
I’m Mercedes, and I’ll be whatever they want for the night.
Later that evening, after Madame Collette gave me the rundown of what my client expects of me tonight.
I am to be waiting in room five, dancing against the pole, wearing a black corset top that hugs my hips just right with black high heels, hair curled, flowing freely down my back with a mask covering my face at all times.
There’s no speaking, just feeling and letting go.
Which I’m good with. I hate making small talk.
It causes me to fidget, and I don’t know what to do with my hands.
Before I know it, I’m a bundle of nerves, and that's not good if I plan on making money tonight. Madame informed me that this client specifically requested me, which made us both nervous. But she said it was the same men from the other night, which eased my mind a bit. Between the strange man at the hotel and Case, I don’t know who I was more attracted to.
My number one rule is no kissing my clients or catching feelings, but there was something different about that man, that I’m going to have to figure out a nickname for.
Sometimes when I’m bored, I name the guys just to get out of my head while they do whatever they want to me.
Colette gets a kick out of what I come up with.
After checking myself in the mirror and sliding my brown contacts in place along with my mask.
I stand and walk over to the dresser, looking at the time and seeing he should be arriving soon.
So, I scroll through my playlist until I find the folder that says four hours.
Opening it, I hit play and walk to the center of the room and dance around the pole.
I close my eyes and let the beat of the songs blaring through the speakers control my body and movements.
Suddenly the air becomes thick, electric, and my breathing hitches when I open my eyes and see him sitting in the chair with a drink in hand just like the other night.
His presence alone sends chills up my spine, and my panties immediately dampen.
I don’t understand why or how this one person has such an effect on me, and we’ve never spoken a word to one another.
I swing around the pole, jumping up and using my knees and calves to wrap my body and spin.
My heels hit the floor and I dip down, spreading my legs wide as I bounce my ass, while my hands wander over my chest and down my stomach.
He takes another sip of his drink before placing it down and opening his legs, and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he watches my every movement.
I wonder what he looks like under the mask.
What I would give just to get a peek! Leaning on my knees, I glide my body on the floor and roll my hips, lifting my ass and giving it a shake.
His lip twitches as he watches. His eyes are smoldering and intense.
He takes his two fingers and gestures me closer so like the good girl I am, I get on all fours and crawl to him slowly.
Shaking my hips the closer I get to him.
I take a deep breath before I get between his legs, running my nails over his thighs, causing him to sit back in the chair.
His chest rises up and down slowly as he brings his finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him while his thumb pulls at my bottom lip.
I graze my tongue against the pad of his finger gently, and he hisses.
I do it again only this time, I suck the tip, biting the meaty flesh.
He licks his lips as I continue to suck slowly, rolling the tip of my tongue against him while my hands reach for his belt buckle.
My eyes never leave his as I undo his suit pants, unzipping him and pulling out his cock, running my hand up and down his length.
His eyes become hooded while my core drips with want.
I stroke his cock a few more times before I swipe my thumb over the tip, collecting his arousal and bringing it to my lips, sucking the taste of him onto my tongue.
My tastebuds burst, making me want more.
So much fucking more. He reaches up, caressing my cheek, and I sink into his warmth.
Shutting my eyes for a split second, wishing for a moment that he was Case and I’d get my one night with him.