A Week To Be Wicked (Forbidden Fantasies #74) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
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At least, that’s my usual MO and it’s never been a problem before. I have no issue with leaving women behind, and it works well for my personality and lifestyle. But somehow, Rocky’s different. Getting back into work has been a struggle, and I don’t seem to be able to concentrate. Instead, I’m always dreaming of those lush curves, not to mention the way she offered her pussy and ass to me so sweetly. I can still see it in my mind’s eye: the beautiful woman, nude on her hands and knees as she raises that heart-shaped bottom in offering. Her holes have already been plundered multiple times, and still, Rocky beckons me forward, her pussy glistening as she parts her lips in anticipation.

Fuck! Obviously, more work is out of the question and I push away from my desk, dismayed. Why don’t I just call the sweet girl? Why don’t I send her a text at least? But that’s not how the great Logan Michaelson goes about life. After all, I’m a playboy in the truest sense of the word. I use and abuse women before tossing them carelessly to the side with some cash and trinkets to compensate them for their time. Yet now, something’s different, and my shoulders slump as I slink downstairs for some lunch.

As I’m biting into a steak sandwich prepared by my chef, my butler approaches.

“Sir, you have a guest.”

Oh right. My accountant was coming over to discuss some shit.

“Fine. Let them in.”

But instead of the aged Harvey Levy, instead, a beautiful young woman materializes in the dining room. The sandwich practically drops out of my hands because it’s Rocky herself! The woman of my dreams appears before me in a sexy green dress paired with a cute pair of matching flats, but her expression is pinched and worried.

“Is something wrong, sweetheart?” I ask, putting down my sandwich. “This is unexpected.”

She bites her lip and looks down, shuffling her feet.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Logan, but there’s something we need to discuss.”

I pause, nodding.

“Sure, what is it? Spit it out, baby.”

She takes a deep breath and looks up at me. Her gaze is so worried that my heart begins to thump with concern.

“Remember how I said I saw someone I recognized that last night, when were at the goodbye party in Colombo?” she begins.

I nod.

“Yes, why? Did you see someone? Your second-grade teacher? Your seventh-grade homeroom instructor? It’s weird how educators pop up out of the woodwork sometimes. It’s a fucking nightmare, if you ask me.”

Rocky shakes her head, curls bouncing lightly.

“No, not them. It was Ursula.”

I stare at her, bewildered.

“Who’s that?”

Rocky blows out a breath.

“Ursula from the pageant! You know, the older woman who always wears bright red lipstick?”

I shake my head.

“No, I have no idea who that is. Who cares, anyways? It was probably just an illusion or a momentary thing at best. We had nothing but moonlight to see by, sweetheart. I’m sure it was nothing.”

Rocky’s starting to get angry now.

“It wasn’t an illusion. It was Ursula,” she bites out. “The pageant coordinator.”

I furrow my brow. “Oh, her? The rude woman who handles all the pageant details?”

I never really liked that woman or the way she treated the contestants, to be honest. I’ve been a sponsor for many years, and Ursula always seemed fake to me. It’s not just the bad plastic surgery she’s gotten to keep herself looking young. It’s the air of envy mixed with hauteur mixed with seething resentment. Something is wrong with that woman, and it doesn’t take a detective to figure it out.

Meanwhile, Rocky nods. “Yes, that’s the one. She was in Colombo with us. She saw me, and she wants to ruin my life because of it!”

But I’m still stumped.

“But what was that bitch doing on Colombo? What the hell?”

Rocky grimaces.

“I know, right? But Ursula says she’s a member of the Circle.”

I shake my head. “No fucking way. The Circle only welcomes the most beautiful, lush, nubile young women. That bitch is a total troll. There’s no way the guys of the High Table would keep a piece like that around.”

Rocky merely shakes her said.

“I understand, but it’s the law of apathy. Ursula was Miss Millbrook ages ago. I know it’s hard to believe, but that’s when she was extended an invite to the club. No one ever thought to revoke her membership in the twenty years since, so yeah, she was in the Caribbean as part of our group.”

I’m totally disgusted.

“Seriously? No one’s run her out yet? Clearly, Circle management isn’t doing its job.”

Rocky’s exasperated now.

“Will you stop with the Circle stuff? The group’s obviously got some issues, but the more important thing is that Ursula’s threatened to expose me. She saw a man fucking me in the ass using the scepter and went off on some spiel along the lines of how I have no respect for the pageant. Of course, she wouldn’t be wrong exactly, but –”


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