Chapter 2

DELILAH

This was not how I planned to spend my night. I wanted to come to work for a few hours, make some money, and then go home to my vibrator and bed. But when my girl Ruby said some rich-looking man in a suit was asking for a private dance, I jumped all over that shit. Older men always tip better than younger dudes and you rarely have to work as hard.

When I got in the room, though, the silver fox waiting for me was not what I expected. He was wearing a dark navy suit that was a complete contrast to his hazel eyes. His hair was dark, with only a sprinkle of salt and pepper throughout. Like, he went to a stylist and asked for gray highlights. He looks to be pushing forty, but fuck if I care. Older men have always been my kryptonite; blame my daddy issues. Hell, blame my mommy issues. I don't care, just give me a hot older man with a good dick and I'm in heaven.

Which is exactly how I find myself in the alley behind the club, pressed against the bricks of Hidden Gems. One drink led to another, then another, and the night flew by as Wells flirted and made me laugh. So when he offered to walk me to my car after last call, I accepted.

"Fuck, you're stunning," he murmurs as his lips crash on mine.

Our tongues swirl around one another as he tastes me. Wells' hands move under my top to my breasts and he cups them. His thumbs graze my hardened nipples, and he groans when he feels my barbells.

"Touching is even better than seeing."

"More," I pant as I grind against him like a cat in heat.

It's been a while since I've had an orgasm I didn't give myself, so if he's willing, I want it; now. Sliding my hands to his slacks, I make quick work of the button, shoving my hand inside and wrapping my hand around his cock.

Fuck, he's huge.

I firmly pump his shaft, running my thumb over his tip, collecting his pre-cum to use as more lubricant. "I don't have a condom. But I got tested a month ago. I'm good," he whispers against my lips.

"I don't care. It's routine to be tested for the club and I'm good." Not exactly smart, but I don't care. He's sexy as fuck. I'm horny as hell, and I can get a Plan B tomorrow.

He hesitates for a moment before he grabs me, picks me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist, and rips my panties off.

"Fuck it," he growls.

Praise Jesus for skirts.

Grabbing his dick with one hand, he slides his mushroom head through my folds and I hiss at the contact.

"So wet for me, pretty girl," he praises, his voice low and filled with approval. I whimper in response, my body aching with the need for him inside me. I can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he looks down at me, his smile widening. He positions his tip at my center and drives forward in one hard thrust.

"Fuck!" I cry, dropping my head back against the cool bricks as he bucks up into me repeatedly.

My heels dig into the ass of his slacks, desperate for more, pushing him to go faster, harder. I want it all.

"God damn, you're tight baby," he compliments through clenched teeth.

He brings his right hand to my clit and rubs in circular motions. I know I won't last much longer with his tip hitting my sweet spot.

"I'm close," I whine and he groans, nipping at my neck.

"Come, baby. Come on my cock." He pinches my clit hard and I scream my release.

I'm sure everyone on the surrounding streets can hear us, but I can't find it in me to care.

"Fuck. Fuck," he mumbles and his hips snap against me before he stills and I feel his hot cum filling me.

When his cock stops twitching and his balls are empty, he slowly pulls out and sets me down on my own two feet. I wobble on shaky legs like a newborn deer learning to walk.

"Easy, Little Doe." He grabs my biceps, steadying me.

"Thanks." I giggle, straightening my skirt and top before smoothing my hair down in the back.

I can already tell it's going to be a nightmare to comb out from the rubbing against the bricks and even with my shirt on, I can feel some burning on my back. Worth it.

He grabs my panties he ripped off and shoves them in his pocket before tucking his cock away and buttoning his slacks.

"Come back to my hotel with me. I don't leave ‘til morning and I've not had my fill of you yet."

My mouth opens to say hell to the fucking yes, but his phone rings. He holds up a finger, and pulls his phone from his pocket, answering it.

I turn my back to him so as not to eavesdrop and pull mine out, sending a text to my bestie, Derek, telling him all about tonight and that I'll call him in the morning to give him all the details, cause I'm about to go back to Wells' hotel.

"Going to have to take a rain check, Little Doe," Wells says.

I turn to face him, my brow furrowing as I try to make sense of the situation. My eyes search his face, looking for clues. I tilt my head slightly, my mouth opening just enough to express my concern.

"Is everything alright?" I ask

"Yeah. Family stuff. Put your number in here and I'll call you. I want to see you again." He hands me his phone and I take it, saving my number under Opal. We've not covered what my legal name is. He's called me Opal all night and now Little Doe.

"You better call, Wells. I'm not the type to sit around and pine for some man who says he'll call and never does." I grab the purse I discarded on the ground and turn, heading to my car.

"Oh, I plan on doing more than just calling, Little Doe," he retorts. I chuckle, giving him a thumbs-up as I walk away.

When I get back to my apartment, I drag my ass to the shower to wash the yuck of the club off, and the cum still between my thighs. Not my classiest moment, but ya girl is twenty-one, so I don't much care. Hurrying through the routine of washing my body and hair, I step out, wrap a towel around me, and pad into my bedroom.

The clock on the nightstand says four AM. No wonder I'm exhausted. I throw on a baggy t-shirt and use the same towel that was on my body to knot around my hair and climb into my bed. Barely getting my charger plugged into my phone before I'm out cold, dreaming of Wells and his massive dick making me come over and over again.

I wake up to my phone ringing incessantly and groan, fumbling for it with my eyes still closed.

"Hello," I rasp, holding it to my ear.

"Delilah! What are you doing? I've called at least four times now," my mother's nasally voice pierces my ear and I wince.

"I was sleeping, Mom. I worked late," I tell her without thinking and immediately know I fucked up.

"Where are you working? Still at that club being a whore, aren't you? Where else would you be if you had to work so late that you slept until three PM? I raised you better than this."

"Yes, Mother, I know. I'm still a disappointment. Whatever will you do? Shall I come home and lay across your knee for a good spanking?" I snap.

This is how it is with us; I'm not sure why we even still talk at all. Maybe it's just the bond of mother and daughter or more than likely, it's Claudia loving to shove her opinions and disapproval down my throat. She gets off on it, I'm sure of it. Maybe I get off on the pain? I mean, why else wouldn't I just block her ass?

"Oh, don't be so crass, Delilah. I just don't see why you want to work in such a lowly place. You are a young lady. It's bad enough that you dress the way you do and have that bull ring. Now you add that job on top of it? You'll never find a respectable young man if you continue like this."

"Mother, I don't want a respectable young man. I'm just fine being me right now and figuring out life for myself." If only she knew that there was a very not young man deep inside me last night. She'd probably drop dead right there in her living room, gawking at her neighbors as she talks on the phone like she always does.

"You're impossible! Well, I was calling because Daddy is sending me on a blind date tonight. Can you believe it? A blind date at my age. And set up by my daddy at that?" She squeals like a middle schooler and I roll my eyes while trying not to gag at the fact that my mother calls my grandpa Daddy. She is fifty years old, it's just gross.

"That's really fucking weird, Mother." I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom to take my anxiety meds.

"Language, Delilah! I'm aware it's a bit strange, but Daddy thinks it will be a good alliance for the company. He's taking me to Lina's, which is a little low-budget for a first date, in my opinion, but Daddy said he's quite the catch. You know, at my age, beggars can't be choosers." She fakes a laugh and my eyes roll so far in the back of my head, I worry they'll get stuck.

"Why are we looking for a husband at your age? And why is Grandpa setting you up like it's the fifties?"

"It's not a good look to have a child as a single woman, Delilah. My god, I raised you alone this whole time after he who we don't speak of disappeared the moment I told him I was pregnant."

"I'm twenty-one. You don't need a man to help raise me now. Plus, I haven't even come to visit in three years and have no plans to. Staying away from Vermont is at the top of my list of things to do." I unscrew the lid of my Lexapro bottle and throw one in my mouth before taking a drink straight from the tap.

"Yes, how could I forget you love to sully our good name by living in the city of sin? You really should come home and see if Daddy can find you a suitable match," she encourages. "Plus, I don't live in Vermont anymore. I live in Chicago with Daddy now, remember?"

How could I forget that the minute I left to go to college, my mother packed up our entire house in Vermont and moved back to Chicago and in with Grandpa.

"No thanks. I have to go, Mother. The city of sin awaits, and I'm sure there are at least two commandments I could break today." I hang up, she's still squawking.

I brush my teeth and hair before applying some light makeup. Throwing on an off-the-shoulder shirt and biker shorts, I slip my Crocs on and head out the door to grab a coffee and get some errands done—including a morning-after pill.