6. Six

Six

Avery

" W hat's your name…?" I asked as the door slammed shut, my mystery skull faced man darting away before I'd even awoken from what he'd done to me, still reeling from the crazy orgasm and the way he treated my body.

Of course he'd leave. For a minute, while he'd been warming my spent cock and stroking my insides with such tenderness, I thought he might stay. He might wipe that make up off his face, show me his features and giggle with me about how intense it had all been.

But he got what he paid for. More than.

I was just a whore. And… I didn't hate it.

A deep laugh fell from me, and I flopped back on the chaise for a moment, staring up at the ceiling that now looked so cheesy with its Halloween decorations. What the hell had we done? And why did I like it so much? My skin was covered in darkening bruises and tender bite marks, and I ran my fingers over each of them, cataloguing them, reminiscing already.

The idea of being paid for, of someone being so unable to resist me we broke the rules, it twisted up my sore insides. Easy money, if every client would be like my mystery skull man. This one had rocked my world, then shattered what was threatening to build in less than an hour. No strings.

Charlie had been encouraging me to try escorting, said she'd been able to pay off college in full in just over a year meeting with kinky men for dating and ‘companionship'. Maybe it was time. If this served as any indication.

I stood on sore, shaking legs, scooped up my tattered lingerie and pulled it on, adjusting it so my sticky cock and balls were tucked away, then I stumbled from the room, ignoring the stench of sex we'd left behind for the next winner. They'd be in the maze now, running and enjoying themselves.

Unsteady, my body at odds with my mind, I moved through the corridors towards Zelda's office. Fuck going to the staff room like this. I wasn't in any mood to talk to anyone, and she had a little shower and clothes to steal. Smears of black and white paint covered my skin, no doubt all over my face, too, and I didn't want the questions .

He'd left, so fucking fast, and with each step I took, I couldn't work out if it annoyed me or if I was glad of it. We couldn't match that again, that intensity and chemistry. It would be impossible. No, it was a moment in time, a crazy lapse in judgement I would be thinking about whenever I next jerked off.

Smiling to myself, I reached the top of the stairs and started down the hall to Zelda's office.

I stopped with a sharp halt when a shadowy figure came out of Luca's office as I turned the corner. It was right by to Zelda's because the two disgusting love birds couldn't be apart for long.

"You're banned," I said, recognizing Cole, my hackles rising. He stood as the last person I wanted to see looking like this. We had to co-exist, and it was just about manageable when we were in company, but alone… my body told me to run. He let loose a gut feeling in me I didn't enjoy, a clawing ache that ate away at my insides. Ever since I'd met him, however many years ago, he'd triggered a fight-or-flight instinct in me, something that made me back off. I knew it pissed him off, but he also enjoyed it, teasing me, toying with me at every opportunity. Man was an asshole.

Cole stiffened and turned, his dark eyes roaming up and down my body. I wanted to curl inward, but instead I stuck my hip out, crossed my arms. Brazen it out with this man in my fucked out, barely hidden skin.

"You look a mess," he replied, his tone flatter than normal. "Dirty."

"You're not supposed to be here," I reiterated, ignoring how his words made my stomach muscles clench. Zelda had stopped his access here after I'd found him in the staff room waiting for me one time, she told him he'd gone far enough.

He stared at me, his expression so fucking stony and dark. Even in the darkness of the corridor, he seemed to suck in more, like a black aura around him. His eyes glittered, though, shiny, maybe sore, like he'd been rubbing at them. We all tolerated it because he was family, but he had a bleakness in him that sucked the air out of every room. "Yeah, well, there are a lot of things I'm not supposed to do."

I wasn't in the right mindset for him. Fucking hell, he annoyed me. Unnerved me. But tonight, he didn't come into my space like normal. He kept his distance. Not teasing, pushing, grinding my gears until I snapped and fought with him.

"What are you hiding?" I asked. "What were you doing in there?"

He shrugged, and tension rolled between us .

"Fuck this," I muttered, and reached for the handle to Zelda's office.

I hated him. My body lit afire when he came close, when he touched me and I wrestled away.

I went to push the door open to escape, when his hand wrapped over mine and squeezed. As I gasped, he yanked the door back shut and pushed me against it. He was sure fucking light-footed for someone so huge.

"Cole," I hissed. "Get off."

He laughed, his warm breath tickling my ear. "Oh, I will," he growled. "I have some delicious-looking footage to watch, you see. An angel and a skeleton. You looked good spread out for him."

My gut bottomed out. Oh, shit. He knew? He'd seen it? I didn't have the mental capacity to deal with this, I was only just staying upright at this point. I clawed at the back of his hand until he released mine, and slipped into Zelda's office before he could react, slamming the door shut with a shaky gasp.

Spinning, I rested my forehead on the cool wood, taking deep breaths. Did it really matter if he'd seen it? It was just another thing for him to use against me, and the owners wouldn't care what I'd done on the clock. But still, it bothered me more than it should. That man I'd been with had opened me up, made me so vulnerable, shown his own vulnerabilities, too. It was fucking private.

Cole had seen me with someone else.

I didn't like it.

It was minutes of calming my racing heart before I heard a shuffling of feet right at the door.

"Are you right there?" I whispered, rolling my face so my cheek rested on the cool door instead. I didn't feel ready to move yet. Thought I might collapse to the floor if I took a step.

He didn't speak, but I felt him. For long, drifting minutes, I felt him. Something was up with him tonight.

When he moved on, taking loud, measured steps down the corridor, I decided things needed to change. I was going to get that footage from him, study it, find out who my mystery world-rocker was and move away from the fucker who only ever frustrated me beyond all reason.

Screw Cole. Screw his teasing and the distaste he left in my mouth. I had a man to find.