Vandal by Carian Cole, now you can read online.
Vandal
I’m balls deep in my latest blonde when my cell phone starts to vibrate, skidding across the nightstand beside my bed. I ignore it as I drive harder into her, her mile-long legs wrapping tightly around my waist, cherry-red nails digging into her palms, chains clanking against the mahogany headboard.
“Ignore it,” she hisses when I glance over at the buzzing device.
I should have gagged her too.
I might have ignored the call if I liked her more and if I didn’t hate being told what to do, but instead I stop moving, my dick still stuck deep inside her, and reach across her face to pick up my phone.
“What?” I say, holding the phone against my head, ignoring the writhing chick beneath me.
“You’re late.” Her voice in my ear is bitter and annoyed. As usual.
“Uh, I left you a voice mail hours ago saying I’d bring her home tomorrow. She was exhausted and cranky, so I just let her go to bed.”
“You know I never check my fucking voice mail. I’ve been out all day and then fell asleep. I only just realized what time it was.”
“She’s sleeping. Just let her stay here, and I’ll bring her back in the morning.”
Things crash and bang on the other end and I hold the phone away from my ear. “No, Vandal. You know the rules. You bring her back by eight o’clock. You don’t get to just extend your time whenever you feel like it. It’s after ten already.”
I shift my weight, my dick softening. Renee shakes her head at me with annoyance, pulling at her chained hands.
Join the club, honey.
“Deb, it’s late. She’s sleeping. I’m fucking flat-out exhausted. By the time I wake her up, deal with her crying because she doesn’t want to leave, and get her packed up and to your place it will be after midnight.”
Her voice is razor-bitch-sharp. “I don’t fucking care, Vandal! And don’t think I don’t hear metal chains in the background. I know exactly what you’re doing. I will call my lawyer right now and tell him you’re violating the agreement. I want my daughter home. Now. You’ve had her for a week.”
I narrow my eyes at the clanking chains and the bitch purposely making sure she was heard making them clink. I can’t go to court. Not again.
“So, what’s a few more hours? She’s asleep in her bed. She had a great day at the zoo, and she’s tired. Let her stay. I’ll take her for breakfast and have her home by nine. What’s the big fucking deal?”
“The big fucking deal is you don’t get what you want whenever you want it just because you’re a rock star. I want her here tonight or I’m calling my lawyer!”
Click.
I let out a long, aggravated breath and roll off of Renee.