Nicola: A Dirty Bad Boys Romance (Steamy Thrillers Series Book 3)

by Sophia Keller

  I was right not to tell them about Hugo. They would have suspected him immediately.

  I made my way, a little wobbly, back to my car which also happened to be the only one in the parking lot. I was pretty sure Hugo’s car would turn up again, probably in his house.

  I texted him.

  Send me your daughter’s number.

  Of course he did not send it. Why would he? He needed to distance himself from me, again. And he trusted Julia, or she was more important to him than I was.

  I had no idea what to do. If I went home to Candy, I would have to tell her I was going to meet Hugo. I would have to tell her that I was having second thoughts about us as Cam-girls. I would have to tell her that I had made a huge mistake in thinking I could work things out with Hugo again.

  I would have to be honest.

  I started driving, slowly, in a bit of a daze. I was heading home but somehow, and maybe I was concussed, I found myself driving to Hugo’s house. He may not be at home, I thought, but that was where I wanted to go.

  I drove up the long driveway, thinking back to when I had first met Hugo and been driven by his driver, Jasper, up this driveway for the first time. I remember how I could not believe that any one person could have so much money. It felt good to be driving up here again, even though my head was pounding and I was a little dizzy.

  There were two cars in the driveway. One was Hugo’s Mercedes Benz and the other was Julia’s Mini Cooper.

  I was right. She had stolen Hugo’s car, she had driven to the motel to thwart our plans and she had hit me over the head.

  Before I could got out of the car, Hugo was at my side.

  ‘Katie, Katie. What are you doing here? But, oh, I am glad you are okay, your head looks terrible. Now, let’s get you inside as quickly as we can.’

  He meant ‘let’s get you inside quickly before Julia sees you.’

  ‘I know she’s here Hugo. I am sorry but I have to talk to her. We need to sort this out, once and for all.’

  ‘Katie. Leave Julia out of this. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can talk. You need to sleep, rest…’

  He lead me by the arm into the house and up the stairs. His bedroom was on the right of the landing but he took me to the one next door, the guest suite. And there, he tenderly ran me a bath, peeled the clothes off my body, and helped me get in the tub. He washed blood stains off my face and my neck with a sponge and I lay back in the warm water, feeling safe and loved.

  And when I got out there was a silver tray with tea and biscuits waiting next to the giant bed. Hugo helped me climb in, poured me a cup of tea, kissed me goodnight and left me to sleep. I don’t know how long I slept for but when I woke up it was morning.

  ‘Oh my gosh,’ I sat up in a hurry. Candy must be so worried about me, I had never not come home before.

  I reached over for my phone but the battery was dead. Oh no, she must be worried sick. I ran (hobbled, I still had a terrible headache) out the bedroom to see if Hugo was around. The house was deathly quiet. I walked into his study thinking I would find a phone.

  Instead, I found a computer.

  I am not the kind of person to snoop. I didn’t want to look at Hugo’s computer and I did not want to be in his study. I respect his privacy. But I had to get hold of Candy; this was urgent.

  I opened the Macbook.

  Password?

  Hmmmm. I messed around a bit, thinking what his password could be. Maybe it was Katie? Nope. Candy? Nope. Sex. Not even that!

  I looked in his top drawer and the first thing I found was a notebook. It was interesting to say the least. I didn’t mean to look at it but I just couldn’t help it. There were tons of notes and dates but also - photographs. Beautiful photographs of me and of Candy. In many different very sexy positions.

  It looked like they had been taken from the neighbour's window. Oh my gosh, I thought, I hope no-one had copies. They were beautiful, erotic and very very sexy.

  Me, in handcuffs.

  Candy, spanking my bottom.

  The two of us in the bath, kissing.

  The two of us by the window, naked and lusty, locked together.

  I was getting turned on just looking at them.

  I took the pics and put them in my bag. And then I carried on looking for the password.

  People should really think harder about their password because there it was - Julia122. His daughter’s name, of course. I logged right on. I could email Candy I thought. But it would probably be a lot quicker to go on to her Cam-site. I could quickly talk to her, tell her that I was safe and would be home soon.

  I didn’t even have to look for the site. It was the last page Hugo had looked at. Last night, 10 pm. He must’ve been chatting to Candy while I was sleeping.

  What were they doing, I wondered? Had it been sexy? Did Candy perform for him or did they just talk about me?

  Candy was sitting on the bed, in her underwear, adjusting her bra. She looked really hot. For a minute I was a little distracted. No wonder Hugo liked her. No wonder all men liked her, she is an absolutely beauty. She makes the most perfect Cam-girl.

  Of course, what I didn’t realise, was Candy could see me. Our web cams were both on. She probably looked up thinking it would be Hugo; I was using his computer after all and I was on his profile.

  But she looked up, saw me and did not register even a teeny bit of surprise.

  ‘Katie,’ she said. ‘Would you like me to perform for you? What do you like? I could strip for you or I could do a lap dance? But, you need to send your credit card details through before I start.’

  She sounded a little bored. She also hurt me with those few words. She did not ask me how I was, where I was or if I was okay. She didn’t seem surprised to see me online either. She should’ve been frantically worried about me.

  ‘Candy, I need to explain. Please, put on some clothes so we can talk.’

  ‘You could just come home you know…’

  ‘’I would love to come home Candy. I got into trouble yesterday. I was attacked, I landed up at Hugo although I figure he’s already told you that. I’m kind of stuck here until he comes back. And I do need to talk to him, and I need to talk to you, we somehow have to sort out our threesome, this relationship, I don't know how to feel anymore or what to think…’

  ‘Katie. You’re overthinking everything. I like you. I like Hugo too. We could all just be together, it doesn’t have to be such a big deal. We can sort it out.’

  She was playing with her breasts as she was talking to me which I thought was very unfair, she looked tantalisingly delicious.

  ‘Oh God Candy, stop doing that, you are so damn sexy, I would like to be there now, next to you, smelling you, feeling you…’

  And before we knew it, we were talking to each other online, sexy divine talking. I forgot all about my throbbing head. And I completely forgot where I was.

  Hey, take off your panties. Drop them to the floor.

  Yes, like that. Ooh, you are so pretty, you have the prettiest pussy.

  Open your legs a bit, a bit more, lift them, yes, show me your ass, yes, so good.

  Feel yourself, put your finger there, yes, like that, Jesus, okay, I’m doing the same.

  Show me your nipples, pinch them, tweak them, I want you so bad.

  Oh yes, I’m coming, this is so good, this is so good.

  We both came. I never thought I could have sex online but dear sweet goddesses, it was easy. And it was good.

  I guess I hadn’t heard the study door open. Because as I was readjusting my underwear I heard a voice.

  It was Julia. What on earth was I going to do.

  ‘Katie. I’ve only met you twice. The first time I asked you to stay away from my Father. You didn’t listen, even though I asked so politely. The second time I pretty much told you to stay away from him. You still didn't listen. What should I do now?’

  I was terrified.

  ‘Julia. Julia, I am so sorry, but I think we can talk. We need to talk.
I know that I am the same age as you I know you don't approve . But I’m a good person, I could be so good for your Dad. He needs someone like me in his life. I have no intention of hurting him. And I have no intention of hurting you either. Surely we can sort this out; maybe even be friends…’’

  I was stammering and stuttering. Apart from the fact that my underwear was still not quite on and there was the smell of sex in the air, Julia had caught me red handed on a cam-site. How would she ever think I was good for her dad.

  The cam-site. I hadn’t logged off. Candy must be there, watching us. I hoped so, she could come and rescue me.

  ‘Candy,’ I said, looking directly into the webcam. ‘Please help. Could you come and fetch me, I’ll give you Hugo’s address. My car is here but I don't have my keys. And Julia, you can see Julia behind me, well, she is not letting me go. Come over so we can sort this out.’

  Julia snorted.

  ‘There is no way to sort this out Katie. We’re going to wait for my father to come home. And then we’re going to talk to him, together. Candy is of course welcome to join us. Candy? Shall we wait for you too?’

  Julia gave Candy the address.

  ‘Be there in ten,’ she said.

  She hadn't seen the gun that Julia was waving in the air. Only I could see that. And only I was terribly, terribly afraid.

  Sugar Daddy’s Girl

  Alpha Daddy

  Book Four

  Lexi Kinsley

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  "Erotica is literature designed to be read with one hand.."

  -Brooke Kinsley

  Description

  Hugo Davenport is a sex addict and rich lonely men. One day he meets Katie Stewart, the young, new and very hot therapist. She seems to be the right one to help him. They talk about Hugo’s problems. She finds hot he wasn’t meeting her for his loneliness problems but because Katie looks exactly like ‘’Candy’’, Hugo’s favourite porn star.

  This was a game to Hugo. He didn’t need therapy. He wanted me. He was fifty years old but he wanted to be with me, even though I was half his age.

  Is this all going to end in disaster, Katie being a Sugar Baby?

  he was Hugo Davenport. The scandal would be enormous if people knew he had a Sugar Baby.

  Chapter One: Julia

  I waved the gun at Katie, directly into her face. Honestly, I’d never even held a gun before but Katie didn’t know that. She looked terrified with her huge big eyes, and I could see her trembling. Part of me wanted to put the gun down and say ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, of course I’m not going to shoot you.’

  But I held my ground. I must have looked fierce, in my pencil line black skirt, high black heels and very tight black shirt. Like a real femme fatale, except with a gun in my hand. And one that I was not quite sure how to use.

  Katie had tears rolling down her face.

  ‘Julia, please. Please put the gun down, I beg of you. I can explain.’

  ‘Explain what?’ I asked her. ‘Explain why you are sleeping with my Dad who is 30 years older than you? Explain why you have a hooker involved in the whole sordid affair? Explain why my Dad’s reputation is on the line because of you, a little twenty something year old start up. For goodness sake, you’re my age. The whole thing disgusts me. You could be my sister, you are the same age as me, I asked you both to stop this awful affair.’

  Katie took a step towards me and I waved the gun in the air. Oh my god, what if I actually shot her.

  Or worse still, what if I shot myself!

  ‘Don’t come a step closer Katie or I will shoot.’

  Katie sank to the floor in her robe. She looked rather gorgeous, and fragile, still wet from the bath. She pulled the robe over her naked skin.

  ‘Let me just get dressed,’ she cried. ‘Then let’s talk. I know it sounds crazy but I feel we could be friends. Please, please can we talk.’

  ‘Leave your clothes as they are,’ I instructed. Part of me was enjoying this. ‘Cover yourself with the robe. I don't trust you at the best of times. This way, you’re not going to do anything silly. You can get off the floor though. Slowly.’

  Katie stood up and put the robe over her naked body. She did have a gorgeous body with the most perfect upright irresistible tits, but I didn’t want to think about that. She had been sleeping with my father. I could imagine his hands on her body, on her perfect skin, his hands on her nipples, their bodies entwined.

  It made me feel ill.

  I don’t know why I was so horrified. It wasn’t like I hadn’t slept with men who were double my age. I had, of course, and I had enjoyed and loved every minute of it. But this was my father. How dare he? And how dare she?

  Katie had moved up and was sitting on the edge of the bath. Her robe was open and I could see her breasts.

  ‘Cover yourself, Julia, you’re like a slut. I don't want to see your tits, I don't want to see any part of you.’

  Julia was bright red. She hadn’t meant for her tits to escape. I knew that I was being harsh.

  ‘Julia. Let’s discuss this. I understand that you’re horrified. I know, we could be sisters. And I know you don't want to hear it but we probably could be friends too. We’re similar, I’m sure. Every time I see you I feel a connection. I’m not trying to be anything other than kind. I fell in love with your Dad. It hasn’t turned out well! We’re not going to get married, it’s pretty much been a disaster from day 01, but - I love him. I can’t help it.’

  I stood there with the gun, not holding it as tight anymore. Of course I understood what she was saying.

  I remember Dave. He’d been my first lover. I was seventeen. He had swept me off my feet. We had met in a bar. I’d been waiting for a girlfriend who hadn’t arrived. An older man had taken a seat at the bar next to me.

  ‘Can I buy you a drink?’ he asked. ‘You do look a little lost.’

  I’d blushed. ‘That obvious huh? It’s my first time in a bar. I’m meeting a girlfriend but she hasn’t arrived, I don't know if she’s going to turn up.’

  The man introduced himself. Dave. He looked like my father. Distinguished looking, elegant, wearing tortoise-rimmed eye glasses, a beautiful coat, and fabulous silver grey hair.

  ‘I’m Julia,’ I shook his hand. I felt a tingle go through my entire body.

  We drank. Dave introduced me to whisky. Single malt, he told me, was the only thing I should drink. We tried different whiskies and when I was getting a little tipsy he insisted on buying me dinner.

  Dave ordered. He had this thing about teaching me all the good things in life. If I was going to sit in bars, I should only order the best drinks, I should only eat the best foods and I should only wear the best clothes.

  ‘Rather have less of anything but have the best,’ he said.

  It became a pattern where we would meet once a week and each week I would feel like I was the most special girl in the world. I never told my friends, and I especially never told my Dad. He would’ve freaked out at the age gap.

  I guess, although I never put it into words, that Dave became my Sugar Daddy.

  He was quiet about many things. He never spoke about other woman, or a family, or anything that was serious. Our relationship was about good food, good wine, good clothing of which he bought me a fair amount, and good sex.

  We had fantastic sex. He became my teacher in that too. I wasn't a virgin when I’d
met him but I also wasn’t experienced. Dave taught me a lot. He taught me to ask for what I wanted and to talk about what I liked. He taught me about different positions, about how fantastic it was to be fucked from behind, and how fabulous it was to be on top. It was through him that I learned about oral - and I loved him going down on me. He taught me how to give the perfect blowjob too.

  We used to meet, anywhere, everywhere, to have sex. But mostly I had loved the illicit sex we had in his office. I would go over, he would draw the blinds and we would fuck. Even though his entire staff were right outside the door.