When I walked in, Chase was standing by his mini bar pouring two tall glasses of whiskey. He turned when I walked in and paused to smooth out non-existent wrinkles in his pinstriped suit that I knew cost more money then most people spend on cars.
"Eva," He drawled, gesturing to a wingback. "Please have a seat."
I narrowed my eyes. "Cut the shit Chase. Why the fuck did you make me wait so long?"
His brow rose. "I'm sorry; we're you in the waiting room long?"
Sheesh. He needed a good kick in the balls.
"No Chase. You made me wait three weeks just to talk to you! What. The. Fuck."
He smiled and I wrinkled up my nose. If a shark could smile, it would look just like Chase.
Chase gestured for me to take a seat. When I did, he handed me a glass of whiskey. I took it and gaped at him.
"You do realize it's nine in the morning, right? And this is an eight ounce glass of booze?"
He took a seat behind his desk. "Eva, you do not refer to Macallan single malt as booze. For seventy five thousand dollars a bottle I think it deserves some respect."
I wrinkled up my nose. "You paid seventy five thousand dollars for a bottle of booze?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I've paid more for better."
I raised both my eyebrows. "Um…cool?"
He smirked. "Yes, I can tell you're impressed as usual with the finer things in life."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever Chase. Frankie?"
He drummed his fingers on his desk. "I've already gone over Frankie's extremely large files with a fine toothed comb."
I perked up. "And? Can you help him?"
He smiled his wide bleached white smile and again I thought of sharks.
"I can," He said smoothly. "I'm fairly certain that with the aid of some business associates of mine I can have him on the medication he’s obviously needed for some time now. I believe the introduction to psychiatric drugs will not only improve his
prison stay but also allow him
to speak with law enforcement without trying to kill them. When his mental health has improved we can start looking into the charges against him.”
"Oh my god," I breathed. "Thank you."
"Ah, ah, ah." He waved his index finger at me. "Here's where the
booze
comes in. I figured you would need it when I tell you how much my services will cost you."
"Money isn't an issue; you can have whatever you want."
His malicious smile spread to his eyes. "As you are well aware, I have more money than I can spend in ten lifetimes."
I narrowed my eyes. “What are you doing Chase?”
"Frankie attacked a guard last night, almost killed him," He continued, "Which is why I agreed to meet with you today."
Oh god.
Oh no.
Eva will fuck me eventually. Everyone has their price; I just haven't found hers yet.
"Chase," I whispered, feeling sick. "Please don't do-
He held his hand up. "Frankie's in solitary Eva. In. The. Hole."
I bit my lip to keep from crying. Frankie would not survive the hole.
"God Eva, you poor thing. You must be feeling pretty desperate right about now and willing to do anything to save your psychopath of a husband."
I blinked and two tears slipped out. "Everyone has a price, right Chase?"
He grinned. Then he pointed to my abnormally tall glass of whiskey. "I figured you would need it."
"You're sick," I choked out. "You fucking planned this; you purposely waited until Frankie didn't have any more time."
Unperturbed, he took a sip of his drink and nodded. "I did."
"Fuck you," I rasped. "I thought you were my friend."
He had the nerve to look offended. "We are friends Eva. In fact we are such good friends that I want to be the one to save the homicidal maniac you married."
"Why?" I demanded. "I'm biker trash, right? You've said it a million times. I come from dirty money and my family, the club, is a stain on society. So why are you so hell bent on fucking me?"
He took another swallow of whiskey. "Since you were oblivious to my attempts at bedding you all throughout high school, during and after college, I thought maybe you were one of those women who responded to being put down. I was wrong. Nothing works with you. Unless you’re with Frankie you’ve got a chastity belt on.”
"You've been engaged to Kami since you guys were in diapers!"
His upper lip curled in disgust. "I know,” He sneered. “And I would have told my father to go fuck himself when he’d ordered me to marry that vile woman if I hadn’t had my eye on her closest, most beloved friend.”
“Are you serious?” I whispered.
“Quite,” He said. “You see when it came to who I was to marry I knew it would never be about anything other than politics and family ties; meaning I would be free to fuck whomever I wished. I realized my mistake too late. You aren’t the sort of woman to have an affair with a married man, nor will you cheat on your husband.”
I knew true rage then. Chase had backed me into a corner; he had made sure to cover every angle, leaving me no choice to make but the choice he wanted.
For the first time in my life, I wanted to kill someone.
“You’re wrong Chase," I hissed. "On both counts. I have cheated on Frankie; in fact, I’ve been fucking a married man for twelve years now.”
His eyebrows popped.
“So you see,” I continued, “You’re perception of me is seriously misconstrued. It’s only you I do not want to fuck.”
His jaw clenched. "What's it going to be Eva?" He bit out. “Will you be lowering yourself to fuck me or will Frankie be left to his own devices?”
I raised my seventy five thousand dollar glass of Whiskey. “Fuck you, Chase.”
While I drank, Chase pulled his cell phone from his suit pocket.
"It's Henderson," He said. "Get
Deluva out of solitary now…Yes,
I am aware of how violent he is…I'm also aware of how much I'm paying you…Then make sure he's out cold and restrained before removing him…I'm not interested in how many men it will take to sedate him, I’m only interested in it getting done and it getting done now…Good. Make sure he is taken directly to the med center and you are to call me when he's awake and somewhat in control of himself and I will send both a physician and a team of psychologist's to complete a full psychological profile. You and your staff are to concur with their findings, sign and date where it is required and await my next instructions."
I finished my whiskey and set the glass down hard.
"Very good," Chase continued, eyeing me. "Am I to assume said guard has been
taken care of?"
I took a deep breath that did nothing to calm me. Although my belly had warmed from the whiskey and my body had loosened, my heart was firmly lodged in my throat. I might need the entire bottle. All seventy five thousand dollars of it.
As if he read my mind, Chase pushed his half empty glass across the desk.
"Wonderful," He said into the phone. "I will be in touch."
He hung up. Then pressed a button on his desk phone.
"Yes, Mr. Henderson?" Came through the speaker.
"Cancel the rest of my day."
"Pardon? You have two meetings, one with Judge-
"Cancel the rest of my day."
"But-
"If you want to keep your job, cancel the rest of my day."
"Yes sir."
The intercom clicked off and Chase looked up at me. Shuddering, I turned away and chugged the rest of his whiskey.
"Eva," Chase said. "I don’t need to tell you that this will not be a onetime occurrence, correct?"
"Isn't that what you just did?" I asked sarcastically.
He glared at me. "It's not going to work if you're going to view this as a chore."
"Oh," I sneered. "What should I view it as? A workout? A date?"
“We could go somewhere,” He said quietly. “Have lunch first. I have standing reservations at everywhere worth anything in the city.”
I snorted. “We’re not dating Chase. I just agreed to spread my legs for you. You don’t need to woo me.”
Chase’s already dead eyes went cold. Chase was a beautiful man but someone, probably his parents, had repeatedly broken him until there was nothing left to fix.
“Fine,” He said callously. “Strip.”
We glared at one another.
"Strip," He bit out. "Now, Eva."
Gritting my teeth, I yanked my tee shirt over my head and tossed it aside. I kicked off my green chucks then stood to unbutton my oversized jeans; they fell to my feet and I kicked them away. Hooking my thumbs in my underwear, I shoved them down and stepped out of them.
Chase looked his fill, his face tightening, his eyes darkening, with hunger.
“Where do you want me?” I said sarcastically.
"Where do you want it?" He asked, just as sarcastically.
I leaned over his desk causing my breasts to swing forward. Chase’s eyes followed their movements. I was so angry, furious, crazy with hate for this man. A man I had co
nsidered somewhat of a friend.
And, to my astonishment, I was furious with Frankie.
Something happened to me while I glared at Chase, something both terrifying and profound. I wasn’t just furious with Frankie; I hated Frankie. He had fucked me up so badly that I didn’t know who the fuck I was.
All I'd ever known was Frankie. What Frankie wanted.
My entire life had been about him…and a few secret longings tha
t I had so rarely given in to.
Realizing all of this shit only made me even angrier.
Fuck Frankie.
Fuck everything.
With a hard sweep of my hand, I sent everything within my reach on Chase’s giant desk flying across the room. His laptop smashed into his bookshelf, framed photos of his wedding, others of just Kami and a few of Kami and Devin, their four year old son, flew across the room and shattered, papers went flying into the air, I wasn't sure where his phone
ended up.
I jumped up on his desk and slid myself to the edge, directly in front of him. I placed my feet on his thighs and spread my legs wide open.
Chase sucked in air through his teeth.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" I growled. "You want wild pussy, don't you Chase?"
He gripped my calves and looked up at my face. "Yes," He hissed.
And I wanted to give it to him. I had only ever been wild with Deuce. I wanted wild. I wanted free. I wanted my secret longings to become my reality.
"Then kiss me," I whispered, leaning forward. Just before his mouth met mine I reared back and slapped him as hard as I could. His head whipped to the right.
When he turned back to me, his cold eyes were blazing with fury. And it turned me on.
I moved my foot from his thigh onto his bulging erection and gave him a nasty grin. Stroking him, I crooked a finger. "I thought you wanted wild pussy, Chase. You want it, you gotta work for it."
His eyes widened with understanding.
"Fuck…me," He whispered. "I knew it.”
I leaned forward and hooked several fingers in between the buttons on his dress shirt. “You know nothing,” I hissed and yanked. Buttons flew every which way and I jumped into his lap.
Chase and I didn't have sex and we certainly didn't make love. Chase and I fought. I made him work for every kiss, for every touch. This turned out to be perversely exciting for me but what really threw me over the edge was how much I loved that that final moment when he finally managed to pin me on my back long enough to pry my legs open a
nd force himself inside of me.
I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs, “FUCK YOU FRANKIE!”
I stopped fighting then.
That's when we fucked. Sick, depraved fucking.
Chase got off on things that would turn the stomachs of most people. He had me doing things I'd never done before, things I hadn't though
t
myself capable of doing, let alone capable of enjoying.
And I'd begged for more.
Exhausted and sore, I left Chase’s office on shaking legs with a key to his suite at the Waldorf and an invitation to use his personal driver whenever I wanted.
I had just hit rock bottom and I didn't care. In fact, I didn't give
a shit about anything at all.
☼☼☼
Lying on his bed, Deuce stared down his naked body at the bobbing head between his legs, shuddered, and took another long swallow of Jack. He wasn't going to come; he desperately wanted to come but it wasn't going to happen. He was drunk, he was piss
ed and he wanted the release too fucking badly.
Fucking Eva. He should have left her at that party. Bitch wasn't his, never was. She'd always been Frankie's and he'd been…what? A once in a while distraction? A fucking joke?