The Philanthropist (Trillionaire Boys' Club Book 5) by Aubrey Parker

Author:Aubrey Parker [Parker, Aubrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EROS
Published: 2017-03-06T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

JAMIE

SOMETHING HAPPENS AFTER ANTHONY RETIRES to his thinking room, tinkering on his many in progress projects.

I go upstairs, sit on one of the upper decks, and look out toward the ocean, thinking of the segment of video footage I deleted this morning.

There’s a book in my lap, my hand laid across its open pages. But I’m not reading, and haven’t been. I sat on the soft outdoor couch, opened the book, and stared at nothing, allowing my mind to wander where it shouldn’t.

I think of what Aiden said to me — horrible things, and yet all of it was right. I don’t listen to commands, but wanted to hear his. I hate being told what to do, but I followed Aiden’s orders without complaint. I’m not easy or loose, and yet he opened me like a nut, knowing just what to say.

And when we were finally together, he knew exactly where to touch me, what to say. He put himself inside me, used me, played me like an expert musician working an instrument.

I keep thinking about it, even though I don’t want to. I see the act, and the preamble. Sometimes it strikes me as shameful, but often it’s hot.

Sometimes, hearing Aiden in my head, I resent and despise him. But listening makes me culpable. I may not want to admit it, but I was definitely eager to follow his orders.

I scroll through the visions, sensations, and feelings. I close my eyes in the gentle breeze, and remember. I’ve never felt so swept away — so transported to another time, dimension, and place.

But more than anything, my mind finds that kiss, lingers on the quiet way we dressed. Aiden was different after. My brain wants to insist that a guy like that should be victorious, gloating, cocky. But Aiden was none of those things.

He was different.

Like I was.

Why did he kiss me?

It felt passionate, almost aggressive. But it was more than that, too.

My phone buzzes: Caitlin.

what r u up to?

I text back: Nothing much.

encintas. the bakery. 20 mins. u know it bitch

I reply with a thumbs-up. I know exactly where she means, and half an hour later I arrive to find that I’ve beat her to our usual table. It’s funny, how quickly we’ve formed a routine. In only days, we’ve found a regular table at our usual place.

I’m sipping a Bombay latte when Caitlin arrives behind me.

“Where’s mine?” she asks.

“You were late.”

“You could still get me a latte.”

“I left it inside. It’s in one of the trash cans. See if you can find it.”

Caitlin goes inside, waits through the line, and gives me a few extra minutes to think in the California breeze.

Of course Aiden is still the first thought to colonize my mind.

Caitlin returns, and sits down opposite me. “So,” she says.

I look at her. Her expression holds no obvious signs of anything.

I’d better go for the throat of the issue. She deserves to know who she’s dating, and I can’t pretend that everything is okay between us.

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