Page 52 of The Betrayal

I need out.

And to jerk off.

Dropping my head, I storm across the large room to the bathroom and shout, “No one likes a tease, Arizona,” before slamming the door behind me and I hear her cackle.

After a jerk off or three, I’m dressed in a crisp white shirt, black suit pants and brogues. We’re out in a fancy restaurant tonight then moving to the casino.

Slipping my phone out of my pocket as I wait for Ari to finish her make-up, I get a message from Titus.

Titus

Drinks tonight? It is Friday and I could do with a few.

In other words, you want to talk about Ari and see if you can get shit out of me.

Me

Sorry man, on a date. Maybe next week?

I type back quickly when I hear the sound of her heels click across the floor. My eyes lift and fuck me. She looks phenomenal.

She always looks good.

Especially when she has been thoroughly fucked by me. Hair wild. Eyes glistening. Skin shimmering.

But here. Right now.

She’s a fucking goddess and all I want to do is drop to my knees and worship every part of her. Wavy brown hair styled and sat on her shoulders, red matte lipstick and glowing make-up with cat eye liner.

A mini black dress clings to her body. Cleavage on point in a sweetheart neckline.

Tits look fantastic.

Always do.

Legs never ending. Hem of the dress sitting on the top of her thighs.

It’s short.

Very fucking short. But who am I to tell her to pull it down? Fuck that. Honestly, I don’t even think it’s short enough.

Will have to restrain myself tonight.

Probably won’t.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”

She fucking steps towards me, hands on my chest and her heels bring her from five foot four to five foot six.

“I know,” she smiles, eyes fluttering closed before she turns and walks for the door.

And this time I do fall to my knees, holding my chest because she looks that fucking good.

She’s a Queen.

ARIZONA

We walk towards the elevator, hands by our sides, mine only inches from his but touching feels too intimate. Casting my eyes down, I watch as his fingers flex before they relax and I am desperate to link ours together, but I do nothing.