“You will.” He exhaled sharply into the other end of the phone. “Give me your information and I’ll have my lawyer draw up a contract.”
“Okay. Shit. Yeah, send it over.” I handed the phone back to my receptionist. “Give him the address of the shop.”
A couple of days later, a man pulled up in a BMW with a contract and a plane ticket. I had my receptionist help me read the legalese and she seemed to believe everything was legit. I signed the contract, gave it back to the guy who delivered it, and kept the plane ticket. I wasn’t interested in finding love or meeting my soulmate. I just wanted the money. A hundred grand was enough for me to live on for a long time. I might even get to take a vacation for the first time in my life. When I arrive at the airport in New York, a limousine picked me up and brought me to a mansion that was bigger than any house I had ever seen.
“Where’s Ethan Prince? I’m here to get my money.” I walked into the living room and raised my eyebrows in surprise when I saw several other guys already seated.
“Join the club.” One of the guys nodded towards me. “He hasn’t shown up yet.”
“Well, shit. Is this for us?” I walked up to a bucket of beer that was on ice.
“Yeah, they said we can help ourselves.” One of the other guys lifted a beer. “I already got started.”
“Fuck yeah.” I grabbed a beer and twisted the top off. “So, did everyone else get a call from this Ethan Prince guy about the Soulmate app?”
“Yeah.” A man in a suit nodded. “We were comparing notes before you got here. It seems that all of us used the app and didn’t get matched with anyone.”
“My girlfriend used it—or rather, my ex-girlfriend.” A guy with dark black hair and pale skin lifted his head. “Now she’s married to someone else.”
“Shit.” The guy in the suit blinked in surprise. “Nothing like that for me. I didn’t get a match and didn’t think about it again until I got the call from Mr. Prince.”
“Same here.” I nodded and sipped my beer.
I took a seat and over the course of the next hour, a couple more guys showed up with similar stories, except they were mirror reflections of each other—they appeared to be twins. The six of us talked until the door opened and a man walked in wearing a suit that was more expensive than my whole wardrobe. That wasn’t what caught my eye, though. That caught my eye was the radiant vision standing next to him in a red sequin gown. She was stunning. I had to clench my jaw to keep it from falling open. When Ethan Prince said she was potentially my soulmate, I forgot about the hundred grand. His announcement caused the room to break into an uproar and then they disappeared into one of the side rooms.
“Okay, this is bullshit.” The guy next to me snarled. “I want my money. I’m done with this.”
“This has to be some reality television show. I bet we’re on Candid Camera or some shit.” The guy in a suit exhaled sharply.
“Candid Camera or not, I’m not leaving here until I get money.” I lifted my beer to my lips. “And I’m going to drink a few more beers.”
I put away a second beer while Ethan Prince and Violet had a conversation we couldn’t hear and then the door cracked. A few more minutes passed and Ethan Prince walked back into the living room. He pointed at me and I shrugged to the rest of the guys when I stood up to follow him. He led me to the room they were in, motioned for me to go inside, and then he closed the door once I stepped into the room. Violet was sitting on the sofa with a smile on her face, but I could see a bit of uneasiness in her eyes.
“Hey.” I lifted my head with a nod. “I’m Boyd Fowler.”
“Come have a seat.” She patted the cushion next to her on the couch. “Let’s talk.”
Girl, there’s a lot of things I want to do to you that doesn’t involve talking.
Chapter 8: Violet
“So you grew up in Kentucky? This is the first time you’ve even been out of the state?” I blinked in surprise as Boyd told me about his life.
“Yeah.” Boyd shrugged and lifted his beer to his lips. “I never had a reason to leave. I spent my teen years working at my grandfather’s shop when I wasn’t getting in trouble. After he passed, I took it over and I’ve stayed pretty busy.”
“I know all about getting in trouble.” I exhaled sharply. “That’s what got me in this position to begin with.”
I told Boyd about hacking the PrinceSoft security system, getting arrested by the FBI, and eventually developing the prototype for the Soulmate app as penance for my crime. I could tell that most of the details about coding and hacking went over Boyd’s head completely. He appeared to be smart, but he wasn’t very educated. I had spent so much time around people that were brighter than me in the last year working at PrinceSoft that Boyd was like a breath of fresh air. His approach to things was pretty simple, even if the strategy was sound. He didn’t need a complicated algorithm to get anything done, he just made it happen.
“So you designed this thing? The app that matches people with their soulmate?” He tilted his head. “And you ended up with a billionaire? Well done.”
“It was a legitimate match. I put the same information into the algorithm for myself that I did for everyone else. It just so happened that it matched me with seven soulmates instead of one. I didn’t even realize that was possible.” I shrugged and sighed.
“I guess I don’t understand what we’re supposed to do here. Like, are you just trying to figure out if he’s the right guy for you or are you guys breaking up?” Boyd stared at me with a confused look on his face.
“We’re trying to figure out why the algorithm matched me with seven different guys. I mean, you’re nothing like Ethan, so clearly it wasn’t based on similarities.” I moved closer to him. “As for what we’re supposed to do...”
I had never even looked at another guy in the year Ethan and I were together. It wasn’t always sunshine and roses, but I still loved him. There was something about Boyd that interested me, and I was struggling to not call it a spark, because it definitely felt like a spark. The way he looked at me when he first walked into the room sent shivers down my spine—in a good way. He seemed genuine and he was incredibly built. Ethan was built like a Greek god, but it looked like they broke the mold when they made Boyd. He looked rough, possibly even a little dangerous, but I couldn’t ignore what I was feeling.
“Damn, you’re not even going to buy me dinner first?” He chuckled when I put my hand on his leg and started moving it towards his crotch.
“Are you hungry?” I bit down on my lip and smiled.
“Not for food.” He exhaled sharply and took my hand, pulling it the rest of the way up his leg until I was touching his cock through his jeans. “I got something for your delicious lips, though.”
Boyd pulled me into his arms and started to kiss me. I felt the same explosion I felt when I kissed Ethan for the first time. I thought it was a once in a lifetime experience, but when I felt Boyd’s tongue slid into my mouth, I realized it wasn’t a unique feeling. That feeling had convinced me Ethan was supposed to be the man I was with—to the point that I didn’t even hesitate to let him take my virginity. Boyd’s kiss set me on fire and those same desires were boiling inside me just like they were that night. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and saw a muscled chest that was covered in gorgeous tattoos.
“You don’t waste any time.” Boyd smiled and started unzipping my dress.
“No, but I do like a little foreplay.” I unbuttoned his jeans and started sinking down to the floor between his thighs.
“This is the kind of foreplay I like.” Boyd pushed his jeans down and I saw his cock spring to life.
Boyd’s cock engorged quickly and I started to stroke his shaft with my hand. He was slightly bigger than Ethan, but not by much. I kissed his balls, rolling my tongue around each of them, and I heard him groan with pleasure. I knew how excited Ethan got when I was on my knees, and I assumed Boyd would like it as well. I started kissing his shaft, moving my tongue against the b
ottom of his cock as I made my way up to the glans. He watched me the entire time, keeping his eyes focused on everything I was doing. My lipstick smeared when I opened my mouth and started to pull the glans between my lips.
“It’s been a while since I’ve watched a woman devour my cock.” He shifted so that he was more horizontal on the couch. “And I’ve never had a woman as beautiful as you do it.”
I stretched my jaw and started to slide my lips down his shaft. My saliva covered it fairly quickly and I started to bob my head on the first few inches. I felt his glans throb against my tongue and a gasp rushed from his throat. He put a hand on my head and instead of Ethan’s rather smooth hand, I felt calloused flesh. I forced him deeper until he was against the back of my throat and then I started to slide my lips along his shaft. He squeezed my head and grunted when I slid down his cock again. I took him down into my throat then started to swallow, taking him past the barrier that prevented him from going deeper without concentrated effort. His girth was so thick that it almost made me gag, but I managed to control it.
“Damn, your mouth is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to feel you choke on my cum.” He exhaled sharply and grunted.
I pressed my lips against his flesh, feeling his balls against my bottom lip and his tense muscles against my upper lip. I waited until I had completely adjusted and then started moving my lips back up his shaft. He was coated with my saliva and I was able to pick up the pace. I took his glans from the tip of my tongue to the deepest part of my throat in one swift motion, and then repeated it until he was squirming. My body was on fire with a desire to have him somewhere besides my mouth, and my panties were drenched. I had never gotten that turned on from sucking cock before, even when I went down on Ethan for the first time.
“You’re going to make me cum so hard.” He pushed my head down until he was buried in my throat.
Boyd’s hips started to move a little faster and he held me in place so that I couldn’t move. I was no longer performing, he was just fucking my throat. He kept my lips hovering a few inches above his balls and brought his hips up against me with thunderous thrusts that sent his dick plummeting into my throat. All I could think about was those powerful hips between my legs, doing the exact same thing to my pussy. I used my tongue to massage him as he throat-fucked me and his grunts got louder. His cock throbbed against my tongue and I felt it start to pulsate. I knew he was close and all I could do was take it. He hammered his cock deep and I felt cum surging through his shaft. A second later, it splattered into my throat.
This is so fucking hot—I’ve never felt so used—but damn, it’s almost enough to make me orgasm on the spot.
I couldn’t control my own actions. I pushed my fingers underneath my dress and into the side of my panties. My pussy was so wet that I was able to easily slide a finger inside it. I used my thumb to rub my clitoris while I fingered myself as hard I could. Boyd continued to erupt in my throat and I swallowed as hard as I could; feeling the sensation make my own pleasure even stronger. I moaned and felt my orgasm coming fast. I started to writhe and gasp, choking on him when I began to cum. Boyd pulled my head down until my nose was against his flesh and held me there until I felt the pleasure course through my veins. He finally released me when my body went limp and my orgasm was done.
“You get off on sucking dick?” Boyd chuckled as I slowly pulled my lips free from his shaft. “I guess you might be my soulmate after all.”
“I don’t normally get that turned on when I do it.” I sank down further between his knees until my head was resting against his thigh. “Something just came over me and I couldn’t stop myself.”
“That was probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” He reached down and pulled me back onto the couch with his powerful arms. “This definitely wasn’t what I expected when I came to New York.”
“Welcome to New York.” I looked up at him and smiled.
I STAYED WITH BOYD for another hour, just lightly kissing him and exploring his body. He pulled my dress the rest of the way off and let his fingers move across my flesh. His calloused touch sent shivers through me. My mind was in a bit of turmoil. I had never been with anyone other than Ethan and while I hadn’t actually had sex with Boyd, we had still taken things to a level I didn’t imagine when he walked into the room. I was starting to believe there really was something to the algorithm—perhaps I did have more than one soulmate. I wasn’t sure what it meant or how we were going to make something like that work, but I felt like I needed to talk to Ethan.
“Can you ask Ethan to come in here?” I watched Boyd as he put his clothes back on.
“You don’t want to get dressed first?” Boyd looked down at my naked body on the couch.
“No. I’m not hiding anything from him.” I shook my head back and forth.
I felt nervous when Boyd left. Ethan had given me permission to do anything I wanted with the other guys that were supposed to be my soulmates, but I didn’t know how he would react when he walked into the room. He had never really acted jealous, but he was awfully possessive of me. He even went as far as to tell me I belonged to him once, which was really hot in the moment. Regardless of what I felt with Boyd or how excited he made me, I didn’t want to lose Ethan. I heard the door open and he stepped into the room. I looked at him with an apprehensive stare, unsure what I should say.
“How was it?” He walked over and sat down next to me, letting his hand rest on my thigh.
“I’m afraid to tell you the truth.” I exhaled sharply and sat up. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me.” He shook his head back and forth. “A few years ago, yeah, I would have probably flipped the fuck out if someone even looked at a woman I was involved with. I don’t know how to explain it, Violet. It just feels like there is something right about this.”
“I like Boyd. He’s not the kind of guy I ever imagined being with, but there’s a connection there. I think I really may have more than one soulmate.” I reached out and touched Ethan’s arm. “Nobody will ever replace you, though—no matter how much I like them.”
“I think they’re going to be additions, not substitutions.” He smiled. “Do you want to meet the others or did Boyd wear you out?”
“I would like to meet the others, but I don’t think I’m up for it tonight. I’m emotionally spent.” I sighed and squeezed his hand. “Plus, I thought we were going on a date that would end with us in bed together.”
“I guess he didn’t wear you out, then.” Ethan chuckled. “We have a bedroom upstairs just for us. Let me talk with the rest of the guys and then we can start this over again tomorrow. One of the guys actually asked if he could take you on a date. How would you feel about that?”
“I’d be up for it.” I shrugged. “What’s his name?”
“Miguel.” Ethan slowly stood to his feet. “Apparently he used to be some sort of cage fighter.”
“Wow, maybe I didn’t get the roughest guy in the room the first time around.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
Chapter 9: Miguel
Eleven months ago
“My arm! That son of a bitch broke it in half!” I grimaced as one doctor held me down while another one tried to get a sedative into me.
“Hold still, Miguel. You’ll feel better once this kicks in.” The doctor took a deep breath and lunged at me with the needle.
I didn’t need to hear a diagnosis to know that my days in the cage were done. I knew it when the bastard I was fighting snapped my arm. It wasn’t the kind of injury someone could come back from. Fighting had been my life since the first day I started training. I liked the bare-knuckle underground where the money came quick when you won. I fought all kinds of guys in the cage. Some of them were professionals, some were amateurs, and then there was Ruckus. Ruckus was the king of the Sin City underground and the one man I never wanted to fight.
“Miguel, can you hear me?” I hear a woman’s voice and I parted my eyes.
“C
armella? Carmella, is that you?” I felt the drugs fighting against adrenaline as I tried to open my eyes, and when my vision focused, I realized it was a nurse calling my name instead of my sister.
“I’m sorry to wake you. I need to check your vitals and then I’ll get you another dose of morphine.” She leaned forward and adjusted my arm.
“Fuck, that hurts!” I grimaced as she touched my cast.
“The doctor wants to keep you here for a little bit. This was a pretty bad break and he’s worried that it won’t heal right if he doesn’t keep you sedated.” Her voice was soft—it really did remind me of Carmella.
I wasn’t ever going to hear Carmella’s voice again. She was dead. The realization hit me hard, just like it did every day that I woke up and remembered I wasn’t going to see her again. The worst part was that I killed her. It wasn’t intentional. I let greed get the best of me and when the guy who introduced me to the world of underground fighting asked for my help, I agreed—even if it meant I had to go toe-to-toe with Ruckus. I had a shotgun in my hand, begging him not to move, and when he did—I had no choice to fire. Ruckus threw Carmella in front of the blast, and I swore I would kill him with my own two hands.
I failed you, Carmella. I’m so fucking sorry.
Ruckus and I agreed to fight to the death. I thought I had him beat, but then he snapped my fucking arm. I wished he would have just killed me and put me out of my misery, but he left me there to suffer. It was going to be an eternal suffering without my twin sister, the one person I truly cared about. I had a lot of time to reflect on everything that transpired while I lay in the hospital bed nursing what was left of my broken body. I had let vengeance drive me to the edge of my own sanity and as much as I hated Ruckus for what he did, I knew it was my fault. He was fighting for the woman he loved. I would have probably done the same thing if I was in his shoes.
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