CHAPTER SEVEN
– FIERO –
The stallion underneath me picks up speed while I stand in the stirrups.
For me this is a way to put a pin in every issue flowing through my brain.
The adrenaline rush from the speed while the wind slaps the stallion’s white mane through the air, as I stare through his ears at the wide open space ahead of us. This is the perfect serenity for me.
I’ve been restless ever since the message came in that Quinn accepted my offer.
It was a risk when I asked Floris to slide the envelope underneath her door.
With both women home, Aubrielle could have thought the invitation was meant for her.
Especially when I know Tate has requested to extend her an invitation.
Thank fuck Aubrielle doesn’t have money issues, and only one woman in that apartment does.
My normal calm state was replaced by lust the instant I saw the confirmation message. Just the thought of having her in my grasp, giving the orders to make sure she gives and takes pleasure makes my cock rock hard.
Leaning back, I force Lumos, my white stallion, to lessen his speed. We slowly flow into a trot and eventually walk in the direction of the stalls behind my mansion. The three mares in pasture on my left raise their heads when Lumos neighs.
I have eight horses at the moment. Three of them are rescues and can spend their time enjoying their freedom while I have others I enjoy riding. They each have their own charm, but Lumos is my favorite due to his fierce temper.
Benny, my ranch hand, nods and I dip my chin in return. I swing my leg over Lumos and dismount.
“Squeezing in a late afternoon ride?” Benny asks with a smile as he takes Lumos’s reins.
“Lumos has a way of clearing my mind,” I tell the man who I’ve known all my life.
He used to take care of my mother’s horses. She’s the one who taught me to ride and gave me my first horse.
Benny snickers. “More like the little bastard will throw you off and make a run for it.”
I shoot the old man a grin and pat Lumos’s neck. “Not so much a little bastard.”
My phone rings and I release a deep sigh. So much for my peace and quiet time.
“I’ll handle Lumos,” Benny tells me.
I reluctantly nod, and pat the stallion a final time before I answer in an annoyed tone.
“Don’t get pissy with me, brother. You told me to let you know if the girl showed up early, and she did,” Floris informs me.
“I’m on my way,” I grunt and end the call.
My mood slightly shifts. I like to take care of Lumos myself, but knowing Quinn already arrived makes me want to get my eyes on her.
Entering my mansion from the back, I make my way through the long hallway, up the stairs, and into my bedroom.
It still takes me forty minutes to shower, dress, and get to the building we use to live out fantasy contracts.
Normally, I’d be in my office on campus to give instructions while I watch on my laptop. Why did I choose to be present in the same building? I have no explanation, and to be honest, I couldn’t give two fucks. I haven’t been this excited in...a long damn time.
“Boss,” Floris rumbles when I step out of my Cadillac Escalade. “We might have an issue.”
“Might? Explain,” I grunt and he follows in step next to me as we enter the building.
Floris rubs the back of his neck and doesn’t meet my eyes. It’s one of his tells, letting me know he’s struggling to tell me something that will piss me off.
He stops walking and I turn to face him when he says, “I don’t think the right girl showed up.”
Different emotions assault my senses. Disappointment, disbelief, anger.
Instead of demanding answers from Floris, I stride to the office and turn the laptop to see the security feed of the room she’s in.
The woman pacing the room is wearing a black full faceless spandex mask.
Red hair in a braid on her back shows it’s indeed the wrong fucking girl.
“How the hell did that happen?” I grit.
Floris is right beside me when he dryly states, “There are two girls living in that apartment, it was a fifty-fifty shot.”
I glare at my brother and he shoves his hands in the air. “Hey, don’t blame me, blame Tate if you want to throw some punches. The chick clearly didn’t need the money and is doing it for another reason.”
Frustration hits me. “Or Aubrielle is doing it for her fucking friend because she thinks Tate sent her the invitation.”
Floris shrugs. “Tate will be thrilled. End good, all good, right? Want me to take over? I mean, judging from your reaction, you wanted the other girl. Feel free to leave and let me handle it.”
My eyes are still on the screen when the girl stops pacing and is staring right into the camera. She glides her thumb over her wrist and then I see it.
“Motherfucker,” I whisper and shove the chair back to get a closer look.
A few keystrokes allow me to rewind, hit pause, and zoom in to confirm what I saw.
Hitting the real time button, the video shows the girl pacing again when I lean back in the chair. “No, I’m handling it. Are the guys ready?”
“Yeah. You sure you want Tate, Holden, and Moxen? I thought you mentioned putting them on ice for a while.”
I turn to Floris. “I did, but Tate’s actions show his cock’s the one leading him. Giving him this treat will hopefully keep him focused on his studies.”
Floris grabs a chair. “True. I can’t wait to see the fucker’s face when he walks into the room and sees his wet dream come true.”
A burst of fury hits me when I process his words.
The feeling is foreign. I don’t get angry at the thought of Tate, or any other men, taking a woman for an arranged fantasy deal.
Slowly breathing in, I try to calm myself and shove the jealousy down.
Jealousy. I’ve never been jealous of any man when it comes to a woman.
“Would he know it’s the redhead he’s obsessing about? I mean, the only indication is the ponytail coming from underneath the mask. The girl always wears baggy clothes, both girls in that apartment for that matter,” Floris states.
“Let’s hope not,” I mutter. “Who knows how he will react.”
Floris chuckles. “You really think he won’t share with his buddies if he knows it’s his tutor?”
“Fuck knows,” I grumble.
I know I wouldn’t share if... Gritting my teeth, I cut off my train of thought and focus on the woman on the screen of my laptop.
Pressing a button to activate the sliding door, we watch the woman wander into the next room.
I hit the button again to close the door.
She takes in the small room with only a desk, along with a chair.
Reaching out, she grabs the contract and takes a seat.
Time is ticking away as she thoroughly reads through the contract.
She places it back on the desk and reaches for the pen. I’m holding my damn breath when she ticks boxes and releases when she signs at the bottom. I hit the button again and she takes the hint to slip back into the other room.
Closing the door, I turn to Floris. “Get me those papers and don’t look at them.”
He frowns but leaves without a word. I don’t care if I’ve never given him such an order. The fucker is too damn nosy for his own good and I don’t want to have him look at her limits and demands.
Shit. This already feels too damn personal. I should have never offered her a fantasy deal. On the other hand, I couldn’t bear cutting off her education if she couldn’t make the payment. Even if I could have pulled some strings to make it work through some legal funding.
Fuck that. I want to see her naked. The only way I could do that was through legal contracts, and the fantasy deal is the only option. She’s too young for me, and I don’t get involved with students.
“Here you go,” Floris states as he strides back into the office and hands me the papers.
I greedily let my eyes wander over the boxes. Anal, oral, toys, bondage, knife play, multiple partners. Fucking hell, she checked every damn box. No limits. The only demand is anonymity, masks on. I groan and rub a hand over my face.
“No limits,” I mutter, and clear my throat when I tell Floris, “Let the guys know she doesn’t have limits and to keep their masks on at all times.
They are to follow my orders, though. No damn vigilant shit.
I’m the one who is going to guide them and if they defy me it’ll be the last time for them. ”
Floris raises one of his eyebrows, knowing these three rarely need my instructions anymore. “You got it, boss.”
My fingers curl into fists when I turn back to the laptop and press another button. A sliding door on the other wall opens, allowing her to step into the room with a huge bed. My cock twitches in my slacks when she steps into the playroom.