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Deviant(94)

By:Jaimie Roberts


Louisa perked up in her chair. “And what’s wrong with that? Women do crave sex, you know.”

Ian laughed. “I know that. I just thought women always went deeper than men. That they always thought deeper than us. I’m not saying that in a bad way. In a sense, I’m actually complimenting your gender.”

Getting the plates out from the cupboard, I placed them down on the table, together with the cutlery. “Yes. Without us, where would you men be?” I teased.

“Probably on their way to extinction by now, if they’re not already. The thing about men is they always shoot first and ask questions later. You need us women,” Louisa smiled in Ian’s direction. “We can keep you hot-headed guys a little more level-headed.”

Ian actually nodded. “I wouldn’t disagree with you there. Plus, the fact that your pussies are amazing helps. They always calm us men down.”

I shook my head and tut-tutted at him. “Trust you to lower the tone.”

“What?” he asked, looking completely taken aback. “I’m just telling it how it is. Tits… Those are another thing you women have going for you. If we ever get into a fight, just flash us your tits. I can tell you that we’d soon stop throwing punches.”

Louisa and I both laughed. “See, that just goes to show how narrow-minded you are.”

Ian sipped his wine and placed it back on the table. “I’m not saying that as a compliment to me. I’m saying it as a compliment to you.” Louisa and I looked at each other and Ian just stared. “Oh, come on, ladies. You’re not that naïve. You’re telling me you have never in your life used your sexuality to get what you want from a man? You all possess this power every man wishes they had.”

“What? Tits and a pussy?” Louisa asked, laughing.

“You fucking got that right!” Ian shouted, laughing along with her. “I don’t know how you women manage to get up and go to work every day. If I were you, I’d stay home and play with myself all day long. How do you ladies ever get anything done?”

Louisa and I laughed. “Oh, yes, because I just can’t get enough of myself.” I rolled my eyes at him and placed some spaghetti and sauce on each plate. “Every time I go to bed naked, I can’t help but have a fondle.” I was teasing, but Ian’s eyes were open wide.

Louisa laughed, smacking the table a little. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen Ian speechless.”

He shook his head a little, like he was trying to shake himself out of that image. “Fuck. I think I need to use your toilet. Be back in a bit.” Ian rose out of his chair and adjusted himself. That just caused more laughter from Louisa and me.

Placing the plates on the table, I sat down with Louisa and poured more wine. “You know, in a sense, I think he’s right,” Louisa smiled, taking a sip. “Look at how flustered Ian is. I bet he would be putty in our hands if we ever asked him to do anything for us.”

Sipping my wine, I shook my head. “Don’t encourage him, Louisa.”

Louisa chuckled and took a bite of her Bolognaise. Moaning, she closed her eyes. “Oh, wow,” she murmured. “This is the best Bolognaise I’ve ever tasted.”

“I told you,” Ian replied, sitting himself down opposite her. “I can’t believe I wasn’t here for the placing of the plate on the table ceremony.”

“Oh, there’s a ceremony?” Louisa asked.

Ian’s posture straightened. “I’ll have you know that I take my Spaghetti Bolognaise very seriously.”

“Hmm,” Louisa mused. “Indeed you do.” She winked at him, but he was too engrossed in the plate before him. He devoured it like it was his last meal. But, then again, he always did.

“So where are we going tonight?” I asked, changing the subject.

“I thought we’d go to that club on Baker Street. You know. Buddies.”

I shivered a little, remembering my last encounter at that club. The thought of going there again filled me with longing and apprehension. Will he follow me again tonight? Will he claim me like the last time? Without thinking logically, I suddenly felt myself looking forward to our night out.

Shit, I really did have it bad.





Chapter 32



Dean



Revenge is like biting a dog

Because the dog bit you.

Austin O’Malley





Despite my best efforts, I ended up at the mansion tonight. I still had a business to run and, most of the time, I ran it from there. My penthouse was my sanctuary. Somewhere to go and relax and not worry about the fucking shit I had to put up with during the day. It seemed the only time I felt relaxed lately was when I was with Tyler, and I didn’t like that feeling. I was becoming comfortable around her. I was getting used to her ways and her wants. I was getting used to being around her, then found I thought about her when I wasn’t with her. It was now starting to cloud my judgement. Could I possibly give all this up? Could I possibly leave the past behind and just let it go? A part of me recoiled from the idea, but another part of me rejoiced in it, too. I could finally reveal my face, hang up my hoodie, and be done with all of this. But what would happen with Tyler and me? Would she still want me if she knew who I was, or was part of her excitement the not knowing? She would probably get bored after a while and crave her stranger back, her Lotus.