Chasing Him - Kat T. Masen Page 0,54

writhes in pain, the agony and pleasure take me to imaginable places, submissive to his demands.

I know I’m late to the party and covered in red marks, but I don’t care.

He promised to make me sore.

He promised to be all over me.

I can’t move a single muscle.

And I can’t be any more content.

“I’m sorry I am late!” Bolting through the doorway and completely out of breath, I rest my hands on my knees on the verge of collapsing to the floor. Seriously, I need to hit the gym to keep up with Julian’s stamina.

Charlie stands in front of the mirror, dressed in a black silk robe with her hair and makeup done. Thank God she isn’t dressed yet.

“Adriana, since when are you ever late? I called you ten times.”

What’s my excuse? I had the whole drive over here to think about something, but no, my head was daydreaming like a lovesick fool freshly fucked by my boyfriend. Oh, that sounded really nice in my head.

“Just got caught up, okay?” I pull my dress out of the garment bag. It’s one of my newer creations, and one that I’ve worked on for months. The dress is tight-fitting and hugs my body sitting mid-thigh. My favorite part is the intricate lacing of the top layer covering from my collarbone down to my arms. The shade is electric crimson, much like my ass cheeks after a good slapping, and is sexy as hell.

I love how confident the dress makes me feel, or maybe it isn’t the dress, rather the most drop-dead gorgeous man to walk this earth telling you that you complete him.

“Love the dress. That shade is gorgeous.” Charlie runs her fingers along my arm, admiring the lace. “So, where were you?”

“I need to shower,” I tell her.

“No time for a shower.” She makes me sit down on the vanity stool and starts working on my hair.

I squirm uncomfortably. My ass is sore as are my thighs, my arms, and every part of me.

“You smell like sex,” Charlie says flatly.

“What?” I yell out loud. “Well, so do you.”

“Most likely. My husband gave me a good pounding, a much-needed one.”

I cringe, screwing my face in discontent. “How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t need that kind of information?”

“You said I smelled like sex. I’m just confirming your suspicions. Now back to you. C’mon, Adriana, why won’t you tell me who it is?”

I remain silent as she styles my hair. Not giving her a response just yet, I wait until she is done. Giving her the nod of approval, I inch closer to the vanity and start working on my makeup.

“Are you being safe at least?” she questions me further.

I feel stupid for forgetting to bring it up. It’s just, I get lost in the moment, and any rational decision flies so fast out the window with no hope of coming back.

“I’ve got it under control,” I lie.

“Adriana, do you know who he has been with? I mean, these days guys are sleeping with anyone they can get their hands on.”

Well, he’s been with you, Charlie, I want to blurt out yet somehow my filter actually works and does not spit out the obvious.

“Thanks for the reassurance.”

“Why won’t you tell me?” She is standing there, hands on her hips.

“I will, just not now. Give me time, okay?”

“But you tell Eric?”

“I didn’t tell Eric, he just happened to be there. Look, it’s a really a long story, and I’m just drained.”

She doesn’t say a word, shaking her head in disapproval. Her long, black satin dress is hanging from the hook. Taking it off, she slips in on quickly, then proceeds to slip into her pumps. Walking over to the vanity, she searches for some jewelry, and when she finds what she wants, she puts it on. Without a word, she leaves the room.

Lex yells out to me that the limo has arrived. I glance at myself in the mirror, not bad at all, and grab my cell to take a selfie, immediately hitting send.

The limo ride is quiet. Lex is busily responding to emails while Charlie stares out the window. I don’t want to draw attention either, so I take my cell out of my purse and find a text sitting on the screen.

Julian: You’re beautiful, Adriana. And mine.

I smile at his words, responding quickly.

Me: You’re all over me. I didn’t get a chance to take a shower and for the record, I can barely walk.

The bubble is back. Lifting my