Page 3 of Bought By Torch

One thing about him being so simpleminded is that he’s predictable.

“Neither am I.” I place my bathing suit into my suitcase. I think it’s funny how the offer doesn’t extend both ways. If he’s not willing to do it, then why should I have to?

“You don’t have to touch her. You both can just focus on me.”

If he thinks that’s going to entice me into changing my mind, he’s wrong. I’ve never been one to share. Par for the course in being an only child. But when it comes to my boyfriends, I can’t do the open relationship thing. I’m a serial monogamist, and a threesome feels like cheating.

“That would be the same as if I brought a man to our bed. You guys could just focus on me.” Maybe then I’d actually have an orgasm. It’s been a while since Caleb has even tried.

And why are you still with him?Because my father hates him. And if I broke up with him now, my father will have won.Dad wants me to marry a well-bred suit whose nose stands higher in the air than his cock. The men he has set me up with in the past have been so rude, and not to mention, utterly boring. Caleb is actually sweet and funny and doesn’t care about how much money I have. At least, he used to not care. Lately, he’s been making comments that have rubbed me the wrong way. He’s been acting as if the only reason he’s with me is for my money.

“Never happening.” Caleb shakes his head, sounding pissed now. He can be pissed all he wants, but that anger goes both ways.

“Same. So, you can stop asking me, because the answer is and will always be no.”

He growls and stomps into the bathroom like a spoiled child who isn’t getting his way, and I’m tempted to call the whole trip off. But my father is thinking about investing a hundred million dollars in this casino, and I want to know it’s all above board before he commits. I want to make sure these people aren’t trying to take advantage of him like all the women in his life have.

“Are we going to have a good trip or not?” Caleb comes storming back into the room with his toiletry kit, slamming it into his suitcase.

I ignore his little outburst and keep packing my bag. “I’m planning on having a great trip.” I’m going to enjoy the food and some quiet time reading by the pool, and hopefully, I’ll find myself a ghost tour to go on. I bet Vegas is filled with all kinds of haunted places. I’ll have to look into it during our flight.

“Do you know what place we’re staying at? Is it the Bellagio?”

“I didn’t ask. But we’ll find out when we get there.” Knowing dad and his expensive taste, I’m sure the place is magnificent. He wouldn’t be willing to invest in a shithole. “The car is picking us up in an hour, so we need to finish packing.”

Which reminds me, I need to send dad my flight information so he can send a driver for our arrival. He wanted to have his private jet pick us up, but I prefer the noise of a crowded plane, and getting to eat my little bag of pretzels like everyone else instead of the caviar they serve on my father’s jet. Sometimes I just want to feel normal. Besides, I have no interest in joining the mile high club with Caleb right now, and if we were flying private, he would be pushing for that too. I’m sure it’s another item on his bucket list.

3

Torch

“What you got for me, Deuce?” I step off the elevator right into the noise. The hum of the casino floor swallows me whole, and I have to plug my other ear so I can hear him through my phone.

“Limo’s pulling in now.”

That means the brat has arrived.

My feet stop mid-step, feeling the excitement drain from the room. The lights, the clinking sounds of the slot machines, all of it goes dull as I think of having to entertain Hemsworth’s daughter for the next three days. Good news is that once she’s settled in her room, I’ve got her booked for a one-hour full-body massage. Then after that, I’m hoping she’ll be too exhausted from her travels and will want to call it an early night. I’ll even suggest room service and bribe her with the fanciest caviar that exists. How anyone eats that shit I will never understand.

“Alright, I’m heading out to get her.”

“Just make sure she stays out of the way, Torch. I can’t have her messing up this deal.”

Yeah, yeah. I know. He doesn’t have to remind me. He can go carry on with that little escort he booked himself for the weekend. He claims he didn’t want to be the third wheel when dining and entertaining Hemsworth this weekend, but I know my brother better than that. That girl he chose is just his type.

“Doesn’t he want to see Evian at some point?” I ask, moving through the crowd. I’d assume he’d want to share meals with her or something.

“I’ll text you if he does. He’s currently tied up with Portia at the moment. Literally, if you catch my drift.”

So, Hemsworth is a kinky fuck. That doesn’t surprise me. The rich ones always seem to be the freakiest. What is a surprise though is the fact that his only daughter is coming to town and he’s not first in line to greet her.

“I’ll keep the girl out of his way until you tell me otherwise.”

“Thanks, brother.”

Yep, he’ll be thanking me alright. He’ll be owing me one hell of a favor for this one.

I move through the crowd, my boots tapping louder on the marbled floor as I head for the VIP entrance. The bouncers nod as I approach, and I give them each a fist bump, bracing myself before I walk through the doors. The limo’s coming to a stop right as I step foot in the dry heat.It’s just three days. If I can take down the strongest men in the ring, I can handle anything.