Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(190)
The award show was long and arduous and Sasha began to feel an overwhelming sense of relief that she wasn’t going to be a part of this world once the evening was over. Chris had been right when he’d called her shallow. She’d got swept away with all the glamour but it was essentially meaningless. Thomas Lloyd could satisfy her body but not her mind, not her ambition. She’d let him pull her away from the only thing that had ever mattered to her - her career.
Just then, the presenter announced the category Thomas was nominated for. The camera’s panned to their table and Sasha was careful to give him her adoring, supportive gaze. To no one’s surprise, Thomas won the award. Sasha watched him go to the stage to collect the gold statue. As he went, she felt her phone vibrate. It was a message from Pippa. It said simply, ‘Jackpot.’
Sasha grabbed her wine and downed the rest of the glass. She poured herself another.
Thomas returned to the table. “Right. We’ve done our bit. Shall we get out of this place?”
Sasha brought her lips up to her glass. “But I’m starting to have fun,” she said sarcastically.
Thomas leaned over. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink?”
Sasha gave him a look. “I don’t know, darling. It’s probably up to you to tell me. No, no, actually it’s up to Pippa, isn’t it? Shall I call her and ask whether it will damage your public image if I have another glass?”
She’d expected Thomas to snipe back at her. Instead, he smirked. “I’d forgotten how much I loved that bad bitch side of you.”
Sasha glowered as her loins betrayed her. “Don’t you fucking start.”
Thomas wiggled his eyebrows. “Why don’t you tell me off.” Then he lowered his voice. “Intern.”
Sasha inhaled. She knew what he was doing. He was making sure she wouldn’t leave him. He was drugging her with his sexual prowess, making it impossible to resist him.
“What do you want, Thomas? One last fuck?”
“One last fuck for luck.” He smiled. “When’s your plane back to America?”
“7 a.m.”
“How many orgasms do you think I can give you between now and then?”
He didn’t need to say any more. The two left the award ceremony and headed back to their hotel. One last fuck for luck...
Chapter Twenty
They fumbled with one another’s clothes. Something about knowing this would be the last time made it all the more arousing. But they weren’t here for loving sex, not this time. The loving part had flown at the window when Thomas went behind Sasha’s back. This was about pure sensation.
In many ways, it felt like the first time they’d ever had sex. Sasha told Thomas exactly what to do, where to touch, when to lick and how. She wanted as much from Thomas Lloyd as she could get, as many orgasms as he could give her. He seemed to relish the challenge.
They were two orgasms in when there was a knock at the door.
Sasha let her head drop between her arms. “Absolutely fucking typical.”
Thomas pulled out of her and wrapped a nightgown around his body. He went to the door and looked through the peephole. “It’s Pippa.”
“Tell her I’m not playing her game anymore,” Sasha said.
But Thomas ignored her request. He opened the door to Pippa.
She strode right in, her heels clacking against the floor. Sasha’s nakedness didn’t seem to faze her one bit. She crossed her arms and glared at Sasha.
“What?” Sasha said. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”
“I hear you’re dropping us. Leaving us in the lurch.”
“How did you find that out?” Sasha replied, coolly. She wasn’t going to rise to any more of this bullshit.
“Because you booked a fucking plane ticket in your own fucking name,” Pippa cried.
Sasha stared her down. “Yes. I’m leaving. And it’s because of you. Because of your stupid engagement stunt.”
“My stupid engagement stunt was to save your arse, darling.”
“Really? And how’s that?”
Pippa was furious. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and held it up to Sasha. “Because of this.”
Sasha took the phone and glanced at the internet page on display. It was Chris.
“He’s selling his story,” Pippa said. “Everyone’s fascinated by this small town girl who landed Thomas Lloyd and Chris is prepared to tell them everything. About your romance. Your ambitions. Your short comings. Your supposed abandonment of your family and transformation into a fame hungry whore.”
“No,” Sasha gasped. “Chris would… he would never do that.”