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It’s time for her to suffer.

“Where do you live?”

“Why?”

“I’ll take you home.”

“That won’t be necessary. A taxi will do.”

“I insist.”

“No.”

“The only way you’re getting home tonight is if it I take you there.”

“Baby, let her call for a taxi so we can have some fun,” Brunette says, gripping my thigh.

I push her hand away. “I told you to shut up.” I glance at Cin. “Address.”

I click on the child safety locks when she reaches for the door handle.

“This is kidnapping.”

“I’m just being a good citizen.”

“I’d rather sit here all night than give you my address.”

I see the fire in her hasn’t been extinguished, but she won’t win this round of the Art and Cin game show. I grab my cell phone, scroll through the contacts, then click on Logan’s name. He answers after the first ring. I pay him top dollar to do my biddings at the drop of a dime.

“What can I do for you?”

“I need an address for a Cinnamon Belo. You have fifteen minutes.”

“You got it.”

“You’re invading my privacy,” she snaps.

“Amazing what money can buy, isn’t it?”

I receive a text with her address in less than ten minutes.

“Good, you live close.” I start the engine and leave the ramp.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask Brunette.

“What do you mean?”

“Finish sucking my dick.”

“What?”

“I don’t repeat myself, ever.”

After a few seconds of indecision, she gives in. The bimbo doesn’t want to upset her potential meal ticket. She pulls my thick length out and starts going to town like a good little whore.

“Let me out of this car right now!” Cin yells.

I overexaggerate my groans to piss her off further. “Just like that, baby. Suck the skin off my dick.”