Chapter 2

I started getting ready for AJ. It was 8 a.m.—his flight had landed at 7, so he’d be here in forty minutes, max. I had to hurry.

I was about to step into the shower when I remembered his text from yesterday: “Don’t wash up. I want you sweaty and smelly for me.”

God, I loved that freak.

Since I didn’t have to shower, I decided on a sheet mask instead. That’s when I felt something leaking from between my legs.

Fucking John.

If AJ ever found out John actually fucked me occasionally, he’d lose it.

I liked John. He was polite, probably in love with me. Sweet, innocent John.

Well ... not that innocent.

AJ knew John wanted me. I think that’s exactly why he let him touch me sometimes just enough to tease him, never enough to satisfy him. AJ loved having what other men desired: money, power ... and me.

That was also around the time he started making me walk around the house naked.

We had other staff too, all men. It made things ... difficult for them.

Mr. Smith, our cook, could barely look at me anymore. The first time I walked naked into the kitchen to grab a beer for AJ, he got hard right there. Poor man looked like he wanted to disappear.

I hate to admit it, but even though I felt a little bad for him, it turned me on just as much.

John had it the worst. He was always visibly hard ... even in front of AJ. And AJ enjoyed every second of it.

If only he knew that John’s cum was still dripping from my freshly fucked pussy.

I smiled to myself.

“John. Now.” I yelled.

“What?” he called back.

“Get in here.”

He walked in, already halfway focused on the jewelry in his hands.

“At least clean me up after fucking me,” I said flatly.

“My bad. I’ll grab wipes—”

“No.” I cut him off. “Use your mouth.”