Buy Me Bundle(37)

“You want another spanking?” he teases, biting one of my nipples, making me jerk against the cuffs.

Reaching up, he uncuffs my arms and legs. Before I can get my bearings, he lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder and heads to the bathroom.

I learned to stop protesting his carrying me around about a week into our relationship. Relationship. This is what we are. I’m here under contract, but what will happen after that? I know it won’t be the end. He said everything was about me, that he has wanted me for so long.

I push the stupid thoughts from my head. It just a matter of figuring out where we go from here, not if we are going to be together. I know for him I’m different than anyone else. He hasn’t told me he loves me, but it shows in everything he does for me. He was right when he said I might be at his knees, but I’m the one in control.

After he places me in the shower, we start washing each other like we do most mornings.

I go to reach for his cock, and he grabs my wrist, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it. “Hands, kitten. I have plans for us today, and I already put us behind.”

“No work today?” I ask, a little surprised. Most mornings Charles still goes to work, but he doesn’t spend long hours there like he used to before. We go out together or hole up in our room together. But one thing I’ve noticed is, I don’t hate going to work with him.

Somedays I do odd things around the casino, or hang out with Tiff, or go to the spa. Other days I spend in his office, helping him with stuff or just lying around reading. I love this. It’s like I’ve slowed down and started to enjoy life. I’m no longer pushing through each day, trying to get as much done as possible, only to get up the next morning and do it again. This was the never-ending cycle I had let myself fall into when I worked for the Cortez brothers. I never thought I was unhappy there, but now I’m starting to think that maybe I was just content. I didn’t know any better.

“Nope, I have a special day planned for us.”

I make quick work of my morning routine, excited to see what he has planned today.

I pick up the clothes he has laid out for me on the bed and hold them up questioningly.

“Don’t these count at some kind of underwear?” I swing a pair of bikini bottoms around on one finger.

“You won’t be wearing them for long.”

I smile at his words. I slip on the skimpy garment and tie on the matching top. Charles comes over and helps me tie it around the neck, and then hands me a sundress.

“You aren’t walking around in just a bikini.”

I roll my eyes behind his back, even though I eat up his jealously about me. I put on some cream wedges to match the blue dress and I’m ready to go.

“Hair,” he says from behind me, reaching around me to give me a hair tie. I make a little huffing noise like I’m irritated, but he just nibbles and bites my earlobe softly, making me yelp out.

I’m used to my hair being up, and I mostly like it that way. At first I didn’t question why Charles would randomly ask me to pull up my hair. One day, when I finally asked, he told me he didn’t like others seeing it down. It was just for him. Enticing was the word he used. It was too enticing. How could I say no to that? That he was worried that someone would want to steal me from him because of my hair.

Pulling it up, I grab my phone off the table, but he grabs it from me, putting it back and dropping his next to it.

“No phones today. It’s just you and me.”

“Really?” I raise an eyebrow. He isn’t always on his phone, but he usually has it close.

“I’m going to show you what it would be like if you stayed here with me after the contract is over.”

I’d like to say “all you have to do is ask”, but I want to see what he has up his sleeve today. He looks so laid-back in a plain white shirt and board shorts. It clear we’re going somewhere with water, and if we’re leaving our phones behind, it has to be close.

“Where are we off to?” I ask as he pulls me out of our room and into the elevator. He hits button for the top floor, which also houses the VIP pool area.

When the doors slide open, the normally packed pool is completely empty.

“Where is everyone?”

He grabs my hand, pulling me forward to one of the cabanas.

“I closed it for the day.” He says it like it’s no big deal, and my eyes bug out in surprise.

“I can’t imagine the hell that’s being raised downstairs by some of the guests right now.”

“It’s not our problem. I don’t care—it’s my pool.” He pulls me in, kissing me sweetly. I had no idea this man was underneath all that hardness when I met him almost two months ago.

“Let me spoil you while we spend the day together.”

And he does. We spend the day making love, eating and playing in the pool. It’s utter perfection. I want to pout when the sun starts to set, the Vegas breeze adding a chill to the air.

“Don’t pout, kitten. We can do this any day you want to. Besides, I must have exhausted you by now,” he teases, pulling me up from where I’m lying and slipping my dress back on over my head.

“I think you’ve built up my endurance. I may soon surpass you, and what will you do then?”

“Let you ride me while I just lie back and take whatever you want to work out of me.”

“Yeah, right,” I laugh as he pulls me toward the elevators.

“I need to grab something from the front desk. You want to come with, or would you like me to stop on our floor?”

“I’ll come,” I say, nuzzling myself closer to him.

When we hit the bottom floor, the crowds part, moving out of his way just like normal. When everyone first started seeing us together they would openly stare, not used to seeing Charles with a woman. It was even startling to see him dote on one like he does me. He’d often pull me into his lap at company meetings or at one of the restaurants. I was a little uncomfortable with all the stares at first, but I’m thinking a company email went out or something because people seem to look the other way when we pass now.

When we reach the entryway, I see Stella arguing with one of the people at the front desk.

“Stella? Is everything okay?” I panic thinking something might be wrong. I’d left my phone in the room with no way for anyone to get in touch with me. I look around but don’t see Aaron or Justin anywhere, and they’re normally two feet behind her. I look over and see one of the security guards who works at the Cortez Casino standing a little ways back from her.

“Mandy! They wouldn’t tell me where you were.” She shoots a glare at the front desk clerk who looks to Charles for help. He just shrugs his shoulders.

I break away from Charles’s hand and I feel him tighten it a little before he finally lets go. I go over to Stella and give her a hug. “I’m here. Is everything okay? The baby? The guys?” She looks over at Charles, and I see a spark of something in her eyes.

“No, they’re fine. I just wanted to talk to you. I didn’t have your number so I knew I’d just have to come here.” She’s distressed, and I can tell something is wrong.

“You seem upset.” I squeeze her shoulders and try to show her some comfort.

“I am. I just want to talk to you for a minute. I kind of ran out on the guys when they told me something.”

“Let’s go over here and chat.” I point to an empty table that sits in front of one of the coffee shops.

She throws Charles a glare before making her way to the table. I start to follow her, but Charles grabs my arm, pulling me to look at him.

“Charles, I have to go. She’s my family.”

“I know, I just…” He runs his finger across the collar on my neck. “I’ll be right over here if you need me.”

“I know.” Reaching up on my tip toes, I give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Order us dinner to the room. When I’m done talking to Stella I’m going to crash.”

He gives me a worried look but nods, and finally lets me go. I make my way over to Stella and join her at the metal table.

“So, how’d you give them the slip?” I ask curiously.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re close, letting me think I got the slip.”

I laugh at her undoubtedly true statement. “What happened?”

“Well, I kept asking them about you because your cell phone kept going to voicemail. I didn’t have any idea where you were and you never called. I knew they would know where you were.”

I cringe a little, feeling bad that I never contacted her after the auction. That was selfish. “I’m sorry. I got so caught up in Charles, and everything has just sort of slipped my mind.” I expect her to smile at my words, but all I see is sadness. “Stella, you’re starting to freak me out.”

She rubs her hands over her eyes before continuing. “I was getting worried and I kept asking them to find out where you were. I was pushing. When it didn’t work, I used some waterworks to get them to crack.”

“Shocking.”

Rolling her eyes, she pushes on. “They told me you were with Charles Townsend, and I remembered the name. A while back I remember them saying he was the man who bid on me against them, and that he had something against Justin. I also heard them say they didn’t understand why Charles wanted to take them down. This all happened so long ago that I’d thought nothing of it until they said he bought you. Not only that, but they were there when he did it! I can’t believe they would do that, just let him take you.”