I’d pushed her onto the bed and hiked her dress up, throwing my suit jacket over the top part of her body. I didn’t have a blindfold, so that was the best I could do in the situation.
Then I fucked her and she enjoyed every minute of it, as did I.
It wasn’t until a little while later when I was about to leave that John introduced me to her as his girlfriend. She was half his age, but I knew what type of woman she was. She was after the lifestyle, the money, and fame.
I never slept with the same woman twice, but just the idea of fucking John’s girlfriend gave me a sick taste of satisfaction. He fucked up my life, so I fucked something that was his. It was wrong on so many levels, but it gave me a sick sense of satisfaction that she wanted to come back for more. It just proved that dear old Dad wasn’t taking care of what was his.
A part of me suspected he knew about it and yet, he never said a word. Not even after he’d proposed. I actually didn’t think he minded sharing her, which was fucked-up, and yet I wasn’t surprised.
The men droned on about Calvin joining in John’s business, discussing some of the things they’d need to do to get paperwork finalized, but I knew exactly what they were talking about.
I could only think of one reason why John would want to use an outside accountant source when he had multiple under his roof already.
The bastard wasn’t as slick as he thought.
Turning toward the bar, I noticed my tumbler was filled and grabbed it. I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and it lessened my need to get the fuck out of there.
That was until I looked toward the entrance.
Fuck me.
Chapter 24
Emmaylnn
It took Melanie and I almost three hours to get ready before we finally walked into the Metropolitan Museum of Art for the charity event. It was the first time I’d been to museum and wondered why the heck it had taken me so long to step foot inside.
On the way to the museum, Melanie had told me it would be the first time she’d attended this specific event. Although she’d accompanied John to other events, she’d never been to one of that magnitude.
“Wow, they really go all out, don’t they?” I said to Melanie as I continued to look around.
Everyone was dressed to the nines in beautiful gowns and tuxedos. I was thankful Melanie had offered to pay for half of my dress or I wouldn’t have shown up to the event at all. Trying to shop in New York for dresses was like trying to pay off my student loans.
Melanie chose a black strapless one with a sweetheart neckline and rhinestones decorating the bodice, which flowed out into chiffon material. It was beautiful on her and fit just right.
She also picked out my dress. She said I needed to be more daring and once I tried on the dress, I knew it was the one. It was a little more risqué than what I probably would have selected for myself, but I needed to live a little. The dress was a floor-length strapless chiffon sweetheart, almost like Melanie’s, but the design was different. The top was cut lower and it was more form-fitting around the hips than hers. I also had no rhinestones. The chiffon bunched around the bodice then flared out into the skirt. But the best part was the slit up my left leg, which went all the way to the top of my thigh. It was daring and so unlike me and I loved it. Melanie wouldn’t let me leave without it, so we purchased it together.
She left her hair down in soft waves and helped me do a half up-do with some curls. And we both wore very little makeup. The dresses spoke loud enough, so we didn’t need to cake on the makeup, too.
“It’s great, isn’t it? We’ll have to come back one day so you can get a tour. I loved coming when I first moved here. I just haven’t had time lately, but we’ll make time,” she said as she looked at me with a smile. “We need to hang out some more. I was so excited for you to be in the same city as me, and it’s like we never even see each other.”
She gave me a sad face and I laughed.
“I know, but you’re always busy. I know John is a demanding boss.”
She rolled her eyes. “Speaking of John, I need to find him. He told me he had someone he wanted me to meet when I got here,” she explained as she looked around the room. “Oh, there he is.” She gestured with her head.
I looked in the direction and locked eyes with piercing blue ones.
“Hot damn, your professor is here, too.”