Page 71 of Billionaire's Fantasy
“The next time you are in town, I am making sure I spank you so hard, you won’t be able to sit straight for a week.”
Her breath is already getting heavy as she replies, “I can’t wait.”
I can already picture the way the color in her cheeks rises whenever I talk dirty to her. My cock stirs further.
Fuck!
“I have got to go now.”
Even with the miles between us, I can feel the defiance and disappointment in her voice.
“Okay, Max.”
“I will fly over next weekend,” I add.
She immediately perks up. “For real, babe?”
“For real, babe.”
“Okay. I will send you pictures later.”
My already hardening cock is very on board with that idea.
“Okay, baby.” Then I hung up.
I have to be across town in a few minutes, so I quickly type up my current address and order an Uber.
The next available ride is about twenty minutes away.
Fuck car riding services sometimes.
I cancel that and go for the cheapest option.
Gray Mini Cooper will be arriving in three minutes.
That will do.
I check for the driver.
Driver: Alice Maine.
Perfect.
Gray Mini Cooper with a female driver,I memorize.
I will make sure to keep a lookout for a car with that description, and because I have a few minutes to spare, I decide to call Finn.
After about three rings, he picks up.
“Hey, Max.” He sounds low today. It must be one of those days.
“Hey, Finn.”
“Are you in the office today?”
“No. I came in to sign some documents then decided to take the rest of my work home.”
If he had delivered the same message with such a monotone voice five years ago, I would have chastised the hell out of him. But that was before everything. Before Penelope. Before the accident. Before.
