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“Oh god, Emerson. Please. I can’t take?—”
“My slut will take what I give her. That’s what you are tonight, right?”
I nodded, unable to make my mouth work as her fingers replaced her mouth, steadily working me back over the edge.
“Say it,” she ordered.
“I’ll take what you give me,” I gasped as a single digit entered me.
“Because?”
“I’m your slut,” I cried and was rewarded with her lips circling on my clit and sucking in hard, pulsating motions.
I lost myself to it. To her. I gave myself fully to her. Even if it was only for a night.
Little did I know, it might have been the first night Emerson destroyed me.
But it wouldn’t be the last.
Chapter 3
Emerson
Ihad never loved or hated anyone more than Pearl Meadows.
Even her name rubbed me the wrong way. I hated her from the moment I saw her walking through the hallways with her face shoved in a book. I found it annoying that she was trying to hide herself. Like she was trying to make herself invisible even from the few so-called friends she surrounded herself with at school.
But I saw her. And that made it even more goddamn annoying.
I wasn’t sure when that annoyance turned to infatuation. It must've happened pretty quickly because before I even graduated, all I thought about was her. All I wanted to do was seek her out, in any way possible. Get close to her. And back then, the only way to do that was to force her attention to me through cruel words and bullying.
But it did the trick. No matter how much she didn’t deserve it.
She has never left my mind from the moment I first saw her at school to our night together at Club Pétale.
When she told me on the night of the bonfire all those years ago that she would be moving to New York to get away from our town… I was furious. Hurt.
She left. Forgot about me.
I had never been angrier. It had felt like the only person worth it in my miserable life was gone. And what for? School? I told her back then she was running away, and maybe she had been.
But it wasn’t long until my anger turned to determination.
Maybe one day we’ll meet in New York,she’d said. And I realized that could happen. I could follow her just as easily as she’d left.
So I did.
I worked my ass off in college. Got my degree in Business Management. I joined a failing company. Worked myself to the top until there was no other choice for CEO when the previous one was suddenly fired for embezzlement.
I have no idea how those slides got in that presentation, I swear.
From then on, money made money. I bought every company I could that had even the slightest bit of potential and not enough money. I was hungry. Devouring them like I was starving, and they were crumbs.
I would have never guessed that was how conglomerates started, and while we were nowhere near the highest grossing, we were steadily moving intoForbes’s Fortune Global 500 list. Thanks to my one-track mind and unwillingness to misspend even a dollar, we were soaring.
Iwas soaring.
More money than I ever imagined. More businesses and thousands of employees, which I used as the perfect excuse to relocate our headquarters to New York.
