Page 79 of Mr. Devereaux


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“If you’re a good girl until then, I may have a surprise for you.” He moves back and when his hands leave my body, I feel a shudder run through me. I shouldn't be feeling this way already but I can’t help it. I have him on a pedestal, one that didn’t exist only a few days ago when I wanted to gauge his eyes out.

Now I’m putty in his hands and I hate myself for it.

I find myself wanting more; not just another notch on his bedpost. I want to mean something to him, but that feels foreign and ridiculous all rolled into one.

I’m under no disillusion that Alistair is a man who can buy anything he wants. Even me.

“What might my surprise consist of?” I play along, pulling my bra up and buttoning my blouse.

“Just you wait and see. But if you don’t spend enough money today, Daddy might have to introduce you to his cane.”

I feel my knees wobble.

His cane?

Oh, God. I don’t think it’s possible to be any further under his spell, imagining myself trussed up — as he told me last night — with a cane in his hand.

“Why do you want me to spend money on myself?” I look up at him as he straightens out his crumpled suit.

“Because I like the feeling. Don’t you?”

I can’t admit it feels a bit weird. Him buying me. Not things as such, but me. I never thought I was for sale. Why am I starting to feel weird about this all of a sudden?

This man adores me. He’s got a huge dick and a wallet just as fat. Don’t I deserve this?

“Yes. I like it.”

“So what’s the problem?”

I’m not sure if I want to be bought. “Nothing.” I reach up and peck him on the lips. “I’ll be sure to set your Amex on fire before the days out.”

“Text me. I want to know where you are.”

“Bossy.”

He pulls me to him and cups my face. “You are so beautiful, Charlize. Don’t ever forget that. You deserve to have diamonds dripping from your body.” He presses his lips to mine and I melt. “You deserve the world.”

I smile against his lips. “And you’re going to give it to me.”

I’m quickly becoming addicted to this man, and I know that’s a very bad thing.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Charlize

I love shopping, I realise. But it’s much more fun when you’re using someone else’s money. I hit the department stores and head straight to makeup and skincare. If Alistair really wants me as his little whore, then I’m going to look a million bucks.

I spend an eye watering amount at Sisley, then clean up at the Benefit counter. Pennies in Alistair’s eyes. I hit The Royal Exchange and circle past Hermes several times before I have the guts to walk in.

I always knew Hermes was expensive but I never knew a bag could cost fifty thousand dollars. No matter what Alistair said, there’s no way I can spend that much money on a handbag. And he already bought me three others today. I buy the Funny Ice cream silk scarf for three hundred quid and make a swift exit.It’s elegant and a little fancy. I can’t help but smile.

I know Alistair probably has it all, but I can’t help walking into Omega when I see a beautiful black and rose gold watch that would suit him to a tee. I almost fall over when they tell me it’s almost two hundred thousand dollars. Embarrassed, I settle on a pair of cufflinks, and even those are over a thousand pounds.

I can’t wait to get over to Oxford Street next. Texting my friends on our group chat on the way, I know I have to tell them soon about Alistair. I decide to only tell a little half-truth, which doesn’t sit well with me, but I’m afraid of what they’ll say when they find out who he is. Or they’ll most likely try and talk me out of it, pointing out all the red flags and why this is a bad idea.

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