“Well, we’re new, I don’t know how many times someone will buy in their lifetime,” I say, thinking I sound smart.
“Fair enough, then what is your cost of acquisition?”
He’s grilling me now on the numbers. I should have expected this at some point, but I never prepared. In a way I can sabotage myself, when I feel I’m at a disadvantage. Knowing I’d never live up to a billionaire’s level of business acumen, I ignored it completely, to my own demise.
“I don’t know, Everett,” I say and feel my skin prickling from the tension. I feel a fever coming on and my heart is pounding, and for once it’s not because of sexual stimulation.
“See, you and Piper, should be grateful just to have an offer for funding. Any other investor would laugh you out of the room by now,” he says and starts looking at his phone.
We’re sitting side by side in the restaurant, but I feel we’re miles apart. I force a pleasant memory of floating in the pool in Italy, and it comforts me for a moment while I contemplate his change in tone. I look over at his face, his lustrous hair, strong chin, and large frame. But he’s looking away from me. I don’t know what happened. I look down in my lap and feel tears begin to well and my nose tickle. I’m trying so hard not to cry, not to make a scene in this nice place, but I feel it coming on.
“I’m sorry I have to go-” I say and get up quickly from the table.
“Bronwyn, wait-” he says calling after me, but I’m already gone.
I jump into the back of a cab right outside the restaurant that pulls away. I turn back to the restaurant as we leave and see Everett running after me, exasperated.
He’s right, but he’s wrong. My company isn’t the next AirBnb, but it’s my baby. Piper’s and mine. Everett’s presence is turning us against one another, and lying about the situation to her may mean we’ll never be friends again. I’m getting away from him now, though. I need to collect my thoughts and think of what I really want.
* * *
The crack snakes down from the top of the wall and into a rushed patch job of plaster. My eyes have been inspecting the walls in our rundown east village apartment for the past half hour as Piper and I try to come to some sort of resolution.
“I just can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me the whole time,” she says, pacing around the living room. She always finds outlets for energy when she’s mad or nervous, dusting, putting away dishes, straightening throw pillows. At least this scuffle is good for the housekeeping of our place.
“I’m sorry, Piper, I really am, I just-”
“You know how I am. This was supposed to be a real business, not some side-gig we use to meet and fuck guys,” she says. Her words sting.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” I say, trying to explain my actions. “And you know I wouldn’t do this normally. I was just overwhelmed in the moment. I have a feeling all of this will work out.”
She stands. “I hope so. I’m not saying this because I’m jealous. I feel like he’s pushing us around and doesn’t take our business seriously.”
“I think he does, but he needs to have control. Maybe he doesn’t think he can handle both of us,” I say and show a small smile.
She allows a smile as well, but walks away again. “I’m not going to lie,” she says, “$100,000, wow…it’s more money than I’ve ever had in my life.”
“You could do a lot with that,” I say, not trying to offer too much advice. “I’m not getting any money.”
“Well,” she says looking at me with a half-cocked looked, “you’re getting a lot.”
I blush, but I really don’t. I feel a connection building with Everett, but we’ve only known each other a couple months at this point. When a man has more money than he can spend, I fear he may not behave rationally.
She comes to my room and sits on my bed. “Bron, you’re my only real friend here,” she says, “my big fear is if I take the offer, and leave Namaste, we’ll drift apart and never see each other again. I’m afraid you’ll run off with him and never look back, leaving me to be swept into the sewers of New York.”
We share a laugh. “Hey, you could take that money and start a rival juice business, who knows what you’re capable of,” I say.
“Oh, c’mon, don’t flatter me,” she says.
“I’m being serious,” I say and take her hand. “You’re the sales machine of Namaste. I can’t sell shit. You know how I am with customers, I oversell, I undersell, I get nervous and sweat. When you promote, they just fly off the table. You’re a natural.”
It’s true. Piper is the reason we have the success we do have, and she can take that ability anywhere.
“Ok, so is this what you want, me to be out?”
“No, I don’t. I hoped we could all work on this together. But Everett seems set on it,” I say.
“Ok, then, it’s settled,” she says, walking out to the kitchen. “Let’s do it.”
All my excitement of Everett’s whirlwind is sucked out of me. My life of a fun side project and sexy billionaire investor has turned to cold business decisions pitting me against my best friend. My eyes have now fallen onto the discolored water damage along the ceiling. I can’t believe this is what $2600 per month buys you in New York. A knot is stuck in my stomach.
“Ok,” I say, accepting her decision.
* * *
Everett
I hate this feeling, feeling dumb. I thought I could dominate her completely, in every way, and she’s now pushing back, in a way I didn’t expect. She’s been my perfect submissive until this point. But they say, ‘Pigs get fat, Hogs get slaughtered.’ I’m being a hog with this offer. Ever since coming into this fortune, people have started to sacrifice anything to get a piece of me. Bronwyn is the first to challenge that expectation.
I love controlling her body, her sexuality. I’ve never been so attracted to a woman before in my life. Her curves, her mouth, the way she takes all of me, and gives me all of herself. I can’t keep my mind off of her. With her I want it all. I have to have it all. She’s become my obsession.
But, I feel the walls I’ve built around myself coming down. Perhaps with Namaste we can work as equals and build a future.
* * *
Bronwyn
Two days go by. Silence. I text Maddy.
Hey, let’s get together, I’m feeling crazy tonight
She writes back immediately:
Yes J Come to Watanabe in meatpacking district. Donovan will be there.
My head is filling with crazy thoughts, I need to get away from Everett’s control for a night. Maddy has been lurking, trying to get me out again ever since our night at Slipper. I’d put off that wild night as an aberration, but I’m feeling I have to do something tonight or I’ll just give in to Everett. I didn’t come to New York just to be some rich man’s plus one. I’m better than that.
Watanabe is a dark lounge that serves sushi and does hookah. It’s popular among Asian and Middle Eastern business types. I walk in around 11:00pm and see Maddy and Donovan sharing a hose and looking comfortable.
“Hey!” she screams, running over to me in her heels. “You made it.”
She hugs me tightly and I hear her inhale as we embrace.
“You remember Donovan, right,” she says, gently guiding me over to her friend.
“Yes, of course,” I say smiling.
He kisses my hands and offers me a seat in front of the hookah, between the two of them. Cool blue lights, lithe Asian waitresses, and the smell of apple hookah smoke mix in the air. A DJ in the far corner is watching over the room, playing a soothing beat.
“Here try some,” Maddy says, holding the hookah for me.
“We used to do this in college,” I say and pull in a long draw. The smoke fills my lungs but the cool vapor doesn’t make me cough.
“There you go,” she says, and rests a hand on my leg. “Let’s just have some fun tonight.”
It feels good to be here. Away from work, from Piper, even away from Everett
a moment, I can clear my head. I decide this is the best thing I can do to hit a reset button and decide where to go next.
The music’s volume increases and we sip strong margaritas. Donovan offers his hand, and we dance at our table. It feels good. The soft material of his t-shift stretches across his broad back as we dance closer.
“You look great, you’re a great dancer,” he says in my ear, causing a flash across my body.
“Thanks!” I say and spin around. I’m feeling tipsy and little lightheaded from the hookah so I take a seat.
Maddy sits next to me and says, “Hey, let’s get out of here, Donovan’s place is right around the corner.” I’m feeling pursued again, like I did the last time we saw each other, and it feels good.
“Sounds good,” I mutter and put my head on her shoulder.
* * *
I’m exhausted and stressed and find some comfort sitting on Donovon’s bed in his downtown studio. The intimate space is small and dark.
“What happened with that billionaire guy you were seeing?” Maddy calls from the kitchen, pouring drinks with Donovan.
“Oh, Everett?” I try to say cooly, as though, every minute weren’t spent thinking of him. “We had a little falling out.”
“That’s too bad, honey” she says and strokes my hair while offering me a drink.
“What’s this?”
“Whisky.”
“Jefferson?”
“Jack.”
I take it down. It’s no Jefferson, but it will do.
I hear a bubbling and see Donovan’s sucking on the business end of a water pipe at the coffee table, blowing out the smoke toward the ceiling.
“Ladies?” he offers the product.
“Oh, thank you!” Maddy prances over, swinging her hips to join him on the couch. She takes a long hit and holds it in her lungs before slowly releasing the smoke.
“C’mon Bron, try some,” she offers.
I shake my head. “No way, weed makes me paranoid.”
“Lame. Weed makes me horny,” she says and smiles while holding another hit. “Donovan, too,” she continues and squeezes his leg, causing him to cough.
“Haha, stop that,” he says and clears his throat. I nurse my whiskey and watch as they catch each other’s eyes and then kiss. Her body rises as he pulls her waist towards his body.
I’m cool with this. I think. I had a quasi-hook up with Maddy at the club. It was exciting and hot but secret. I don’t think anyone but us knows it happened. I avert my eyes a moment and find a mini-stereo to turn on some music. I put on Amy Winehouse’s Just Friends.
I dance a little by myself and turn around to see Donovan and Maddy have transitioned to the bed, behind me. I feel bashful, like I shouldn’t be there as they lay down together.
Maddy, from her back reaches out a hand and grabs my arm, “Come here,” she whispers and pulls me over to the two of them.
Donovan grasps my hand and pulls it above my head, making me feel exposed. Maddy’s eyes grow larger, watching us. Her tongue slides side to side on her lips, she’s salivating like a wolf. I feel turned on, though, I’m fighting this. My nipples tense and harden under my tight dress as now both of them are running their hands around me.
Maddy’s hand slips under my dress and pushes against my wetness. It feels good. Damn it feels good, but wrong.
I can’t do this.
“I’m sorry, guys- I, I can’t-” I say and stumble towards the door. “Keep going without me, I’m sorry, I have to go.”
I grab my purse and run out the front door.
* * *
“Everett, I’m so sorry, I need you.” I say into my phone, standing on the sidewalk in front of the building. Hot tears stream down my face and collect under my chin. He’s the only thing and everything I need.
“I need you too,” he says, “I’ll be right there.”
Only a few moments go by and the familiar hum of his electric car is at the curb, instantly puts me at ease. I jump in. He leans over and kisses me, saying, “I want to apologize for the restaurant-“
“No,” I say, “I want to- I’m sorry for getting upset and running out. Everything is just changing so quick me, I didn’t know what to do,”
“I understand,” he says, beginning to drive away.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Home.” he grabs my hand. “Let’s do this. 50-50, equal. You and me, me and you.”
“Really?” I ask. This feels like more than a business partnership. “Then yes. I want this.”
“And for Piper, tell you what, I’ll up her cash to $200k, also. Do you think she’ll take that?”
“Honestly, she would take $100k. We talked about it. She’s upset over losing the company, and thinks our friendship may be over, but she understands we’re moving forward.”
“Good,” he says, “Then it’s settled.” He takes my hand and we drive into the night smiling together.
* * *
No sooner has the door clicked close at 432 Park Avenue, that I’m lifted off the ground.
“Everett!” I scream and wrap my legs around his body. He kicks off his shoes while giving me greedy, hungry kisses all over my face and neck. My butt tenses under his strong hands as he carries me through the bedroom and into the bathroom.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He flashes a devilish grin. “No questions. You’re mine now.” He says, lowering his tone. His power, that voice, his command. I’ve been waiting for this, fantasizing about it.
He pulls off his shirt and starts the double waterfall shower from the ceiling. His bathroom is pure Italian marble and dark wood.
“Strip,” he commands, locking my eyes in a fiery gaze.
I look down and wiggle out of my clothes, living them on the floor. Everett steps toward me, and I reach to kiss him but he stops short.
“No,” he curtly says. “Undress me.”
I can’t help, but smile under his direction. I fall to my knees on the cool tile and run my hands over the fitted denim. I run my hand over the growing bulge.
I pull on the soft leather belt and clasp, undoing the button and pulling him free. He’s nearly fully erect already, and I gently stroke him.
“Pull on it. Rougher.” I squeeze and pull him, and he immediately responds. His cock is throbbing and fully aroused. His left hand strokes my hair and curves around my head as I’m face to face with his enormous member. I taking him into my mouth and suck him in long, gentle strokes.
“More,” he says, tightening his grip on the back of my head. I slicken his shaft and make love to him with my mouth. I love giving him head, and I can hardly wait until he’s inside me. After a short while pulls me up and we enter the steaming shower. It’s just hot enough to sting a bit, just how I like it.
“Bend over,” he commands and lean over the built-in shower seat. Our heights are perfectly matched so he can enter me standing up.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy, Bronwyn,” he says rubbing his massive cock along my entrance. I look up and the full length mirror offers me a perfect view of Everett as he enters me.
“Oh,” I let out a sigh as he sinks into me. I’m so full, instantly.
He slides out and back into me, deeper. He locks his large, powerful hands to my hips. I brace myself on the steamed glass and push back against his thrusts.
“Yes, Bronwyn,” he says. I love how he says my name, especially while he’s inside of me. I’m sucking in big gulps of air. I’m so aroused, my heart is racing and the heat makes me slightly lightheaded. His cock is pushed deeper and deeper into me, causing a bit of pain as I bite on my lip. He’s really fucking me now, there’s no turning back. His body pounds against mine, and I’m pushing back against him. I look up again, and he looks larger than ever, those eagle tattoos rising and falling with every breath.
I can’t take it anymore, the visual is too much. “Everett,” I rasp, “I’m coming.”
He’s showing me no mercy, only pumping harder and harder
as I orgasm. Warm waves of sensation course through me as I come. I brace myself as m vision narrow a bit, and put in big breaths to stay conscious. His hand reaches around and squeezes my breast and rolls my nipple as I feel another one starting.
“Yes, come again, Bronwyn. Come for me,” he says calmly, while fucking me harder than I’ve ever had it. I rub myself a little and quickly fall over the edge and into another hard orgasm.
“Your pussy is too good,” he says as I clamp down on his enormous cock, “I’m going to come.”
I feel him unload inside me, warm spurts deep in my belly. I milk every bit I can from him as we release together. We stand together a moment under the hot water. I hold onto him for fear of falling. I’m dazed and my body feels bruised from the abuse. But I’m happy and feel like I’m home. We dry off together before he carries me to bed where we sleep together, arm in arm. END OF BOOK FOUR – Book Five out soon!
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