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He crossed his arms over his chest, “Well is it about getting laid? Because if I shoved a coal up your ass right now, I think I’d get a diamond.”
I shook my head and walked away from him. “I’m sure you can handle Mr. Litudoe from here. I’ve got other business to attend to.”
“The coal miners convention?”
“Funny man,” I said as I walked out into the hallway.
I blazed a trail to my office where I closed the door behind me and quickly flipped the lock. Finally, a bit of silence. A bit of fucking peace in this boiling pot of sin and debauchery I had built for the world to witness.
Jackson wasn’t half wrong. I was on edge. But I wasn’t about to admit that aloud.
The tension in my body had been building for months now and my intense workouts were no longer cutting it. After all, it had been a long while since I’d really gotten what I needed. I’m not just talking about fucking—because I get plenty of women begging for me to fuck them on a regular basis. And I often do. But no, I’m talking about a woman who knows exactly how to obey, or not obey, and was willing to submit to every dark and depraved whim I had.
And I had plenty of those.
But a man with my money, position, and power had to remain cautious. It’s not like I could expose my needs to the socialites and models I often dated. The media would have a fucking field day if they knew what really went on behind closed doors. Because of that, my true needs were only met after money was exchanged and a very thorough Non-Disclosure Agreement was signed.
My office line started ringing and just like that, my delicious silence was over. I crossed the room and picked up my phone.
“Dominik Drake.”
The voice on the other end of the line sounded damn near frantic. “Oh, thank fuck. Mr. Drake, my name is—”
I eased myself into my chair. “Courtney Thatcher. I’d know that voice anywhere.”
She sighed. “So, you’ve seen the news.”
I swiveled my chair toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that backdropped my desk. “I’m familiar with your work.”
“Ah.”
“Though, I have to admit, it isn’t every day that I have a bonafide porn star on my work line. What can I do for you?”
“I… have an issue.”
I grinned. “Most do when they end up on my office line.”
She paused. “They say you’re the best at what you do. I mean, at restoring people’s public images.”
My eye twitched. “I haven’t seen your name in the news as of late. Is something about to drop?”
“Something massive, actually. I’d like to get ahead of it.”
I turned back around and pulled up my calendar. “I’ve got an opening two days from now, first thing in the morning on Thursday. Can you make it to my office in L.A. by eight?”
I heard her murmuring in the background before her voice came back to the forefront. “I’ll be there. Thank you so much, Mr. Drake.”
“You should know upfront that my prices are steep.”
“You should know firsthand that I’m paid well for what I do.”
I chuckled. “I’m sure you’d have to be in order to do some of the things I’ve seen you do. Mind telling me what this is about? At least, a basic summary?”
And when she drew in a deep breath on the other end of the line, I knew it was going to be good.
