Chapter 58: Chapter 58
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey," a familiar voice said on the other end. "It’s Susan. Anotta will be coming here tonight."
"Tonight?" I frowned, running a hand through my hair. "I thought she was—"
"She changed her plans," Susan cut in firmly. "Come here at nine."
"Fine," I said, tucking the phone between my shoulder and ear. "Nine."
"Good," Susan said, her tone sharp. "And do not—I repeat—do not have sex with her. Or your life would be over. So, as my company..."
I rolled my eyes slightly, smirking. "Got it. No having sex with her."
Susan let out a huff. "Oh, and—"
I groaned inwardly. "What now?"
"You didn’t even bother to clean the room I ’rented’ to you. Your—stains were all over the place."
I scratched the back of my neck. "Oh... right. Things got a little wild back there."
"I don’t know how you do it," she muttered, almost exasperated, then exhaled. "Don’t forget. Nine. Now, fuck off."
I smiled, shaking my head. "With pleasure."
I ended the call, slipped the phone back into my pocket, and let my eyes wander over the small crowd in the coffee shop before heading back inside. Ivy was glancing at me, eyebrows slightly raised, a subtle smirk tugging at her lips. I grinned faintly, slipping into my seat.
"Who was it?" Ivy asked, tilting her head, one elbow resting on the table.
"Richard," I lied. "Asked me about some stuff."
"Mm. That cheating bastard, huh?" Her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Hey, he learned his lesson," I said quickly, leaning back in my chair. "Okay? Cut him some slack."
She snorted softly, shaking her head. "Guys like him would never learn their lesson. Never."
"Whatever," I muttered, shrugging. "It’s not our business."
She exhaled, staring into her mocha like she was weighing something. "Right. It’s not..."
The waitress arrived just then, balancing the drinks with a practiced hand. She set the black coffee in front of me and the mocha in front of Ivy, leaving a faint whiff of chocolate and coffee in the air.
I lifted the cup, inhaling the rich aroma. My mind, though, was elsewhere. Anotta. The oil. That woman was going to be... well, let’s just say I had a plan. The thought made my gut tighten in anticipation. A CEO, and I was the one who’d be making her melt beneath my hands.
"Should be fun..." I muttered under my breath, letting my gaze drift to the aquarium in the center of the shop, watching the fish glide lazily.
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The clock ticked to seven as I knocked on Jasmine’s door. A few shuffling noises came from inside before the door swung open, revealing her in a plush robe, water still glistening on her legs.
"Hey," I said, stepping closer, trying not to gape too obviously. "Can I come in?"
"Sure." She tilted her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I just made some cookies."
"Delicious," I said, rubbing the back of my neck as the warm, sweet scent of baked sugar hit me.
"Help yourself while I wear something," she said, slipping toward the bedroom.
I stepped inside, closing the door softly behind me. "I mean, I’d rather you not wear anything," I quipped, leaning casually against the doorframe, voice low. "Buuut, fine. Whatever."
She peeked over her shoulder, laughing softly. "Flirty as ever, huh?"
I just grinned, letting my eyes roam over her for a heartbeat longer than polite, imagining what the evening could hold.
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EVENT
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Jasmine’s Interest +2
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Heh. Guess she liked my little joke.
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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS
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Jasmine: Interest: 14 / 20
Kayla: Interest: 5 / 20
Tessa: Interest: 15 / 20
Kim: Interest: 6/20
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★☆☆☆☆ - 20 Interest: Milestone reward
★★☆☆☆ - 40 Interest: Milestone reward
★★★☆☆ - 60 Interest: Milestone reward
★★★★☆ - 80 Interest: Milestone reward
★★★★★ -100 Interest: Milestone reward
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I dropped onto the couch, phone in hand, scrolling absentmindedly. Still seven. Two more hours before I had to massage Anotta. Plenty of time to kill.
The soft hum of the city outside pressed against the window. I went over, lifted the latch, and slid it open. The cool evening air hit my face as I lit up a smoke, leaning against the sill. I watched the street below, lights reflecting off wet pavement, people moving in little waves, oblivious to me standing here waiting.
Then, movement in the apartment drew my attention. Jasmine appeared, stepping out of the bedroom. Hotpants, tank top. No bra underneath. Her wet nipples showing faintly through the fabric. My eyes flicked up and down, taking her in, but I didn’t linger too long. I flicked the cigarette butt off the window, sliding it closed, and returned to the couch.
"Dead tired today," she said, collapsing onto the couch. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"I’ve gotta be at work by nine," I said, adjusting my position. "But... I can hang and watch some TV with you."
"Great," she said, stretching out. She turned on the TV and sprawled in front of it, long legs curled just slightly toward me. "Come lie with me," she said, patting the cushion beside her.
I moved behind her, settling on the couch. My cock pressed lightly against the curve of her ass, brushing through the fabric of her hotpants.
"Don’t tell me you didn’t just get horny," she murmured, teasing.
"When I’m with you, it’s kinda impossible. Sorry," I replied, letting my hand rest on the couch beside her, just enough to feel the tension in her back.
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EVENT
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Jasmine’s Interest +2
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"Look at you," she said after a few seconds, eyes glancing at me. "You became truly a casanova, huh?"
"Naah," I said, watching her adjust on the couch, turning on the TV. "Just good with words. Thanks to you."
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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS
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Jasmine: Interest: 16 / 20
Kayla: Interest: 5 / 20
Tessa: Interest: 15 / 20
Kim: Interest: 6 / 20
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Progress:
★☆☆☆☆ - 20 Interest: Milestone reward
★★☆☆☆ - 40 Interest: Milestone reward
★★★☆☆ - 60 Interest: Milestone reward
★★★★☆ - 80 Interest: Milestone reward
★★★★★ -100 Interest: Milestone reward
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Well, I thought I’d have sex with her by coming here. But it looked like she wasn’t in the mood. So I wasn’t going to act like a horny monkey and force anything. Just watching TV with her casually was enough for me.
"You look tired," she said, her voice soft as she flicked through channels.
"Kinda," I admitted, my chin resting near her shoulder as my eyes lingered on the glowing screen. "Been a busy day."
Without warning, she pressed her ass back against my crotch, grinding just enough to make me tense.
"Busy day, huh?" she teased, giving a little twerk.
"Ohh..." The sound slipped out of me, half-moan, half-groan. "Yeah..." My throat tightened as I swallowed, my hands twitching with temptation.
Jasmine chuckled, shaking her ass more deliberately now, the faint clap of her cheeks muffled by the hotpants.
"Fuck..." I breathed, unable to resist. My hand slid down her hip, sneaking between her thighs, fingers brushing against her pussy through the thin fabric. Damp. Getting wetter the more I touched.
She let out a low hum, encouraging me. "Mmm... see? You’re not that tired."
"Hard as hell right now," I muttered against her ear, slipping a finger past the edge of her shorts to tease her slit.
"Good," she whispered, voice full of mischief. "Use it."
She shifted suddenly, turning on the couch so we were face to face, her lips just inches from mine. My breath hitched, heat crawling up my chest.
I grabbed her leg, hooked my arm under it, and slid her hotpants down with one tug. She smirked as I lifted her thigh higher, opening her up right there on the couch.
With my free hand, I wrapped my fist around my cock, pressing the head against her slick folds. The tension snapped the second I slid inside her, a lazy, smooth thrust that made both of us groan.
"Lazy sex," Jasmine muttered, her leg still hooked over my arm, her bare thigh pressing against my chest. She wasn’t grinding hard, not riding me into the couch like I half-expected—just lying back, letting me move inside her, almost bored. "I’m gonna call this lazy sex."
I laughed breathlessly, though my lungs already felt tight. My cock was buried in her, every inch of me surrounded by wet heat, and the way her pussy squeezed around me every so often made me clench my jaw to keep from blowing too soon. "Good name," I said, thrusting slowly, savoring the drag of her walls around me.
Her lips quirked into a grin, eyes half-lidded as she reached up and lazily pushed her hair out of her face. "Don’t look so serious. You’re supposed to relax. This isn’t some marathon."
"Easy for you to say," I groaned, hips pressing forward again, cock sliding deeper until our hips met. "You’re the one lying there enjoying it."
"Exactly." She arched her back just a little, pushing her tits forward through her thin tank top, nipples straining visibly through the damp fabric. "You do the work, I’ll just..." She stretched, a theatrical moan leaving her lips. "...enjoy."
"Tease," I muttered, but my hand slid up her side anyway, fingers hooking the hem of her shirt and tugging it upward. "If you’re gonna lie there, least you could do is give me something to look at."
Her smirk widened. "So demanding." But she didn’t stop me. The tank top bunched beneath her armpits until her tits spilled free, bouncing softly with each of my thrusts.
My hand closed over one immediately, squeezing, kneading. Her skin was warm, the nipple stiff beneath my thumb. I leaned down and wrapped my lips around it, sucking greedily.
"Fuck," she gasped, her hand shooting up to tangle in my hair. She tugged me closer, grinding her chest into my mouth. "God, you’re like a kid in a candy store."
"Can you blame me?" I mumbled against her breast, switching to the other nipple, swirling my tongue around it before sucking hard enough to make her moan again.
She laughed breathlessly, her leg tightening around my arm. "Don’t tear them off. They’re attached, you know."
I grinned, pulling back just enough to kiss across her chest, leaving a wet trail up to her neck. I bit lightly at the soft spot under her jaw, making her shiver. My hips kept moving, faster now, though uneven, clumsy.
Her nails dragged lightly down my back. "I love your cock."
That hit me like a spark. I growled into her skin, thrusting harder, my cock driving deeper with each push. The couch creaked beneath us, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment.
My hand slid down her stomach, fingers brushing over the waistband of her hotpants before I pushed them further down her thighs. She lifted her hips lazily to help me, and I yanked them off, tossing them to the floor.
Now she was bare beneath me, pussy glistening with every thrust, her wetness coating my cock. The sight made me groan, hips bucking harder.