Chapter 17 #2
The only reason I’m not freaking out about this information is even though I know Livianna has money, it’s not enough to pay for the level of access I have. At least I hope not.
It’s my turn to shudder. I don’t know what I’d do if I ran into her at one of the clubs.
She may not be eighteen, but will be soon enough. I find her attractive, but there’s no way I would take it further than that. That’s just asking for big problems.
That thought brings me back to Cindy. “What’s the age requirement to become a member of any of the Sinsation venues?”
“I have no idea. In the States, I’m assuming twenty-one, but they exist all around the world. The drinking age is different everywhere. But I don’t have a clue how those things run or what legal constraints they’re up against.”
“That’s my thought, too. Let’s just hope she doesn’t mention anything or get a wild hair up her ass and go check into them.”
“That and pray they don’t have some kind of underage section. You know, like eighteen and over.”
A shiver runs up my spine. “I think it’s best if we tell Greg she knows.”
“Why?” Cindy sits straight and glares my way. “I’m his financial advisor. He could fire me if he thinks I overstepped.”
“You did.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry to say that, but it wasn’t your place to share that kind of information. It’s the unwritten rule that goes along with our memberships. Don’t bring them up unless someone specifically mentions the name.”
“Well, we know about them. Who’s to say she didn’t hear about them from someone else?”
I nod and stop talking. Cindy wants me to reassure her and I can’t.
If Livianna lets it slip to her parents that she found out about The Beckett Brand Sinsations sex clubs from Cindy, there’s no saying what could happen. I just hope I don’t get roped into it somehow.
Cindy must get the hint that I don’t want to speak about it anymore. She places her hand back on my dick and caresses it.
I glance over at her. She’s very pretty and that’s all it takes for me to release everything else out of my thoughts.
I unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. “Why don’t you take care of this now? I’ll take care of you later.”
She smiles and adjusts my clothes. “Happy to do so, Mr. Crowne.”
She takes my shaft in her mouth and sucks on it. I try to focus on the road as she works up and down my length.
I groan and hold her head down. “Just like that.”
She gags, but I keep her in place.
“You can handle it, Cindy. You always do.” I let up a little.
She gives me a lick as she brings herself off me and takes a breath. “Do you want to come this way or should I straddle you and we can fuck as you drive?”
I consider both. “I feel like being selfish. Make me come this way now and I’ll let you decide how you come once we get to your house.”
“That’s considerate of you.” She takes my dick back into her mouth.
She laps over me with her tongue and sucks me off. I enjoy the drive as she gives me head. Since I’m focusing on keeping us safe and her mouth doing wonderful things to me, it takes a while for me to come.
When I do, she swallows every last drop of my cum. I’d say I’ve taught her well how to please me and for that, she’ll get a nice reward.
Jaxon
Three Months Later
Rattling Ringtones & Hollow Echoes
The line goes dead, but something’s still breathing on the other end.
I flip through the slideshow on my computer that my interior designer sent me over to review for the latest renovations of my Malibu beach home. I wasn’t interested in the area until Livianna brought it up to me.
When I asked Greg about it, he agreed it was a beautiful place to live, but not many houses were on the market. I lucked out finding the one I purchased, but it needs a lot of updating and tons of security measures added to the property.
“Mr. Crowne, you have a call on line one,” my assistant Natalie’s voice floats through the intercom from the phone console I have on my desk.
“Who is it? And what’s it about?”
“She said she’s an acquaintance of yours and was hoping to get some advice from you. Would you like me to take a message?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. I’m available to talk.” I answer it on speaker. “This is Jaxon Crowne.”
“Hi, Jaxon. It’s Livianna Hemings.”
Something strange twirls in my stomach and my chest tightens. “Livianna, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you. How can I help you?”
“Well… I’m eighteen now.”
“So? What does that have to do with your call?”
“I’m no longer underage and you know what that means.” Her voice sings.
Yeah, it means I could be in big fucking trouble. I’ve seen how she can morph into a dangerous woman when she wants something.
Before I let a little fear about her overtake my rational thoughts, I take a breath and relax. She’s harmless.
“I’m not sure I understand, Livianna. What I can assist you with.”
“Do you remember when I was talking to you about wanting to start a fashion line?”
“Yes. What about it?”
“I was hoping you’d help me.”
“Okay, but before we go forward. Have you spoken to your parents about reaching out to me about this?”
“Um…kind of. But I’m eighteen now and can make my own business decisions.”
My throat constricts. “That doesn’t sound like a yes.”
“They know I’m thinking about quitting.” She pauses for a brief moment. “No, that’s not true. They realize I am going to get out of acting. They just don’t know when or what I want to do after.”
“Then we should probably put this conversation on hold. I don’t want to get in the middle of your family affairs.”
“Oh, is the mighty Mr. Crowne scared?”
I rock forms in my stomach. “No, I just don’t think—”
“Admit it, Jaxon.”
“Admit what?”
She releases a flirtatious giggle. “I think you might be afraid of me.”
Yeah, just what I thought. I’m dealing with one wicked young lady. One who could blow my entire world up and something deep in my gut tells me she’s going to do exactly that.