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“That’s great!” Blake exclaims. “I’ll actually have a friend working at the firm.

  Not a bunch of old guys and a brother who never has enough time for me.”

  I avoid looking over at Memphis, but I feel her green gaze leveling me. It was a mistake bringing her here. Too many questions will get asked. Everyone is getting the wrong idea. This isn’t what I wanted. Fuck.

  Chapter 11

  Memphis

  I sit in the passenger seat of Cameron’s car and though he’s silent, he’s speaking in volumes. I’m getting too close. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to be a thirty-day fuck.

  I knew the night we had sex in the club that things were getting muddled. He was jealous about his friend. I didn’t bother telling him that I didn’t even dance for his friend. I let Stacy do the dance for him. Now I can tell he regrets bringing me tonight. Now his family thinks we’re dating. Now his family thinks I’m working at the firm. He’s getting too close.

  We walk into his apartment and he still hasn’t spoken to me. He starts undressing on his way to his bedroom. I guess that’s my cue.

  I follow the trail of clothes he’s left behind, unzipping my dress as I walk. When I step in the room, he’s standing by his bed with a pair of handcuffs in his hand. I step out of the dress and slip off my heels.

  He motions to the bed and the cuffs clink. I unclasp my bra and fling it to the floor before I lie back on the bed. My heart hammers in my chest and I breathe rapidly as Cameron straddles me and stretches my arms above my head. He secures first one wrist then the other to the slats of the headboard. Then he moves down my body and off the bed. I watch in confusion as he leaves the room.

  I lie there and wait for him to come back, wondering where he’s went and what he’s doing. Then I hear the shower. I pull at the restraints, but I go nowhere. This isn’t happening.

  Tears sting my eyes and I blink them back. How could he leave me like this? I struggle again, but I know it’s no use.

  Fifteen minutes later, he returns freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his waist. He unknots it and climbs onto the bed.

  “Undo these.” I demand. “I want to leave.” “No, you don’t.” he quips.

  “Yes, I do!”

  He reaches in his drawer and pulls out a condom. My eyes are instantly drawn to his cock as he strokes himself. I watch him grow hard in his hands and I lick my lips at the sight of him. Stupid, Memphis, don’t be stupid!

  “Let me go, Cameron.” I say, firmly.

  I remind myself that I’m angry with him. Angry that he left me restrained to his bed for fifteen minutes. I shouldn’t be aroused. But I am.

  He rolls the condom over his length and straddles me. He grips my panties and rips the material away from me. My pussy throbs. He leans down and draws my nipple into his mouth, elongating it and sucking it. I squirm beneath him.

  “Do you really want to leave?” he asks, blowing on my breasts.

  Yes.

  “No.” What’s wrong with me? I should be telling him yes, I want to leave. I know this will end badly. I know I’m not separating myself from the arrangement very well, but damn it, when I’m with this man, I want him so badly. I want every ounce of him.

  “Are you sure you want to stay?” he asks, giving me a second chance to leave.

  “I’m sure.”

  Cameron fucks me hard and without any emotion. He doesn’t kiss me. He doesn’t look at me. I still come, quivering beneath him with my hands gripping the handcuffs. When he comes, he takes the handcuffs off and then walks into his bathroom. I get dressed and leave. I don’t even wait for him to walk me down to the cab. I don’t want to see him. I don’t want to face him.

  Four more days. I have four more days with him. Four more days of being his whore. Four more days of doing whatever he likes. Four more days and this will be over.

  Hot tears stream down my face as the elevator takes me down. I should be happy about that. I’ll get the rest of my money and I’ll be free to get off this emotional roller coaster I’ve been on. Four more days.

  Cameron

  I patiently wait for the elevator to take me up to my father’s floor. I don’t know why he summoned me. We’re not working on a case together and we never meet. We avoid each other as much as possible. He doesn’t see how I remind him of my mother and I don’t see how he reminds me of what he did to her.

  I tap on the door to his office and he calls me in. He motions to the chair across from his desk and I reluctantly take a seat.

  “I called HR and asked them to pull Ms. Stone’s resume. I think she’d be better suited to be my personal assistant than the front desk receptionist.

  Unfortunately, they’re having trouble locating her resume.”

  “She hasn’t turned it in yet. I knew she would be hired though. Besides, you

  already have a personal assistant. Sharon.”

  “Bring her resume to me, son. I want her working for me.” he says, firmly. I clench my jaw and rise from the chair.

  “Unless you have an issue with that.” he adds.

  “Not at all.” I clip with a tight smile.

  I walk out of his office and head back to my own. I call Memphis from my desk phone.

  “I need you to come to my office.”

  “If this is one of those ‘suck my dick before you leave’ deals then I have better things to do today.” she bites out and hangs up.

  I stare at my phone in surprise. I don’t think I’ve ever been hung up on before. I dial her back and I’m surprised she answers.

  “I need you to come to my office.” I repeat, annoyed.

  “No, I have things to do. Suck your own dick.” She hangs up. Again. I call back. Again. Fucking ridiculous.

  “Seriously, suck your own dick. I’ve heard that some men can do that. You should try it.”

  “Memphis, stop. I’m not going to get you to suck my dick. I need your resume.” Silence. “Memphis?”

  “I’m on my way.”

  I work on a few petitions for some small cases while I wait on her. My door is propped open, so I see her when she peeks her head inside. I motion her in and tell her to close the door.

  She doesn’t rush in to kiss me like the last time she was here. I’m slightly disappointed, but then again, I wasn’t expecting her to. She takes a seat, placing her purse in her lap and crossing her arms.

  “Do I look like someone who would suck my own dick?” I ask, sitting back in my chair.

  “You look like someone who needs a dick shoved in his mouth.” she smarts. “And maybe up his ass too.”

  “Have I done something wrong?” The look she gives me tells me I have. Of course I have. “When we started this arrangement, I made it very clear it was about my pleasure, not yours. Have you forgotten that?”

  “Nope.”

  “Good. Let’s get on with the resume then. Do you have it?”

  She pulls a piece of paper out of her purse and hands it to me. I skim over it and shake my head.

  “This won’t work. You have no experience. No college education.”

  “No shit.” she quips. “I’ve been a stripper for the past three years, Cameron. I didn’t really want to put that occupation on there for a job like this.”

  “You’re twenty-two.” “I know how old I am.”

  She’s been stripping since she was nineteen. Nineteen. Where were her parents? How could they let her do that? Didn’t they care about what their daughter was doing?

  “Just forget about the job deal. I’ll figure something out.” she says, holding her hand out for the paper. Her eyes sparkle with tears, but she blinks them away.

  “Tell me where you lived at in Alabama. We can make this work. My father will want three letters of recommendation. I can do that.”

  “Your father?”

  “He wants you to be his personal assistant. He just wants to piss me off. Like I said, we’ll make it work. Do you know how to type?”

  “Actually, yes. I know my
way around a computer. My boss at the Piggly Wiggly paid me to do some of his homework when he was going back to college. He brought his laptop to work and I used it. I basically did all of his college courses.”

  “That’s good. Tell me your strengths.”

  I take notes while Memphis tells me the computer programs she’s familiar with and where she used to live in Alabama. All seven addresses.

  “He’s going to want to know why you don’t have a college education. It’ll be extremely hard for him to believe that any firm hired you without that.”

  “I didn’t go to college because I had to take care of my little sister. My mom…she’s an addict and she disappeared when I turned nineteen. She was never really around before then anyway. I started out as a receptionist and worked my way up. I got my foot in the door because I graduated with one of the lawyer’s daughters. Say some shit like that.”

  “Is that true?”

  “You know I never worked for a law firm.”

  “I mean about your mom.” I ask.

  “Do you have what you need?” she stands up, clutching her purse tightly.

  “Memphis…”

  “Trust me, talking about my mom would not be pleasurable to you.”

  Chapter 12

  Memphis

  Two more nights. That’s all. Tonight and tomorrow night and my deal with Cameron Morgan is done. When I walked into his apartment last night, I barely made it out of the elevator. I was undressed. Just like he wanted me to be. He’d been waiting for me.

  The moment the doors had opened, he’d pounced. My purse had fallen to the floor. Some of its contents scattered across the hardwood surface. His mouth had nearly bruised mine. His palm had smacked across my right ass cheek and I’d gasped into his mouth. He’d delivered another slap. And another. Then fucked me hard over the back of his couch.

  When he was done, he’d scooped the items back into my purse and handed me my clothes. That was my cue to leave. No words. No thank you. No lingering glance as he walked to his room.

  Two more nights. That’s all.

  I step off the elevator, but I’m not pounced on tonight. I go put my purse on the kitchen counter and the soft sound of the television draws my attention to the living room. The big screen is on and The Notebook is playing. He’s watching The Notebook?

  I walk around and see Cameron on the couch. Asleep. Papers and empty beer bottles are spread out on his coffee table. He’s shirtless and his arms are crossed, almost as if he’s cold. I spot a blanket thrown over the chair so I grab it and unfold it. I spread it over him and jump when his hand shoots up and grabs my arm.

  “Lie down with me.” he mumbles, eyes still closed.

  “No, it’s fine. You’re sleeping.” I whisper. He tugs me.

  “We’ll sleep a few minutes, I’ll fuck you, then you’ll go home.”

  Asshole. He tugs again. I lower myself to the couch, sucking in my breath when the cold leather hits my skin. Cameron covers me with the blanket and pulls me close.

  I try to keep my eyes open. I don’t want to fall asleep with him. That would mean I was comfortable with him. I don’t want that. I don’t. As I’m telling myself this, I feel my eyes getting heavy though. I don’t want to fall asleep.

  His body is warm and his breathing is even. He’s relaxed. I don’t want to fall asleep. He’ll wake me when he’s ready for me. He doesn’t want me to stay. I close my eyes. Just for a few minutes.

  I turn and my face presses into something soft and cold. I breathe in. What is that smell? Leather. I open my eyes and I’m looking at black leather. I’m not in my apartment. I sit up and I know I’m in Cameron’s apartment. Shit, it’s daylight outside.

  I look at the coffee table and all of the files and beer bottles are gone. There’s a piece of paper on the table. I pick it up and roll my eyes when I read it, a slight smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

  Had to go to work. You can come by later and suck my dick if you want.

  As tempting as it sounds, I’ll pass. I stand up and fold the blanket up, returning it to the chair. I find my clothes right where I left them, just outside the elevator, and put them back on. After I grab my purse, I walk out.

  Today is the last day. Tonight was the only night in the last thirty days that Cameron and I didn’t have sex. I’d slept soundly tucked against him. His arm thrown over my body. His warmth against my warmth. I never should’ve stayed.

  One more day. I can get through this day. Then I move on. I won’t miss his touch. I won’t miss his kiss. I won’t miss his eyes. I won’t miss his voice. I won’t miss him. I just won’t.

  Cameron

  “Here’s her resume and recommendation letters.” I hold the papers out and my father cocks his eyebrow at me.

  He scans over the resume and then the letters. I know he’ll check into it.

  Bryant Morgan doesn’t hire anyone without checking into it. That’s why I made sure the firms she worked for have all since closed. I also made sure the numbers I listed for her three recommendation letters belong to burner phones I provided Rhys, Weston, and Randall. They know if my father calls to play along and give Memphis a beaming recommendation.

  “I’ll check into it.” he states, firmly. “She can go ahead and start Monday. Set it up for Sharon to train her.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I open the door, but stop when I hear him call my name. I glance over my shoulder.

  “She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she? Those green eyes of hers are just exotic.”

  I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response. I walk away. He knows. Damn it. I should’ve known.

  “Cameron, are you coming?” Jim asks. I look at him like he’s grown an extra head.

  “Tanner Beasley’s waiting for us in the conference room. I’ve been looking for you.”

  The elevator doors close behind me and the meeting we scheduled with Beasley comes to the forefront of my mind.

  “Yeah. I had to meet with dad. I’m coming.”

  I remind myself not to ever talk with my dad before meeting with a big client.

  I can’t focus and Jim keeps having to ask me the same questions over and over. I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a deep breath. What was the question? Focus.

  “I interviewed the neighbors, but their stories haven’t changed from the night they spoke with the police. Both state they heard two gunshots and saw you run from the back of the house. You had blood on your robe and shirt.”

  “I wasn’t home, damn it!”

  “Then where were you?” I ask and his face grows red. “I don’t remember.”

  “We need an alibi, Mr. Beasley. Otherwise, who ran out of your house?” “The murderer! The man who killed my wife!”

  “Right now, everyone thinks that person was you!” I shout. “Give us your damn alibi!”

  “That’s enough!” Jim intervenes. He turns his attention to Mr. Beasley. “It would help your case if you could try to remember your whereabouts the night of the murder, Mr. Beasley. Typically, if a client has an alibi we can verify it makes our jobs a lot easier.”

  Mr. Beasley turns a cold stare at me. “I don’t remember.”

  Either he doesn’t remember or he killed his wife. I return his cold stare until Jim gets up and escorts Mr. Beasley out of the room. When he returns, he slams his fist on the glass tabletop.

  “I don’t give a fuck what your last name is or how entitled you think you are. Your behavior was far from professional and will not be tolerated. Another outburst like that and you’re off this case.” He walks around the table and snatches his laptop and briefcase up. “You understand me?”

  I close my laptop and stand nearly nose to nose with him.

  “Yes, sir.” I sneer.

  Chapter 13

  Memphis

  I stand in the elevator with my clothes tucked under my arm and my flats dangling from my fingertips. When it dings, I step out and sit my clothes and shoes on the floor. I feel nervous and anxious like
I did our first night together. Only now it’s our last night together. Thirty days is over in a matter of hours.

  I walk into the living room. The apartment seems empty. Quiet. I don’t know what side of Cameron to expect tonight. Obviously not the one that greets me with a smack on the ass.

  “Cameron?” I call.

  I look towards the bedroom and then hear the sliding doors open. Cameron walks in dripping wet from the hot tub. Water glistens on his naked skin and my mouth goes dry. He runs a towel over his wet hair and when he pulls it away, it sticks out messily. Damn. I love messy hair.

  He drops the towel to the floor, not bothering with drying his body, and saunters over to me. When he hoists me in his arms, I gasp at the feel of his wet skin against mine. My mouth is so dry I almost want to lick the water off his skin.

  “Let’s make the most of this.” he grins. I melt. One last night.

  He tosses me onto his bed and swiftly pulls my panties down. He parts my legs with his hands and drops his head between my thighs. His mouth is hot and warm on my pussy and I tremble as he licks and sucks. Lick. Suck. Hmm. One last night.

  I prop my feet on his shoulders and spread my legs wide, allowing him complete access to my core. His still damp hair drips water onto my legs. He delves his tongue inside me and then sucks hard on my clit. I shudder beneath him, moaning with my orgasm. I won’t miss this.

  Once my spasms have ceased, Cameron turns me over and eases my feet to the floor. He helps me to stand and pushes my legs apart. His expert fingers find my slick channel and pump into me. I won’t miss this.

  “Do you trust me, Memphis?” he asks.

  “No.” is my quick response. I hear him softly chuckle.

  He opens a drawer on his nightstand with his free hand and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom. His other hand is still relentlessly working into me. I’m finding it hard to concentrate on what he’s doing with the lube. I find it hard to care.