Wilde (Bad Boys of Wildeside) by Laylah Roberts

Author:Laylah Roberts [Roberts, Laylah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-25T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Cassie

I couldn’t believe Wilde was doing this to me. I sat on the kitchen stool, using the excuse that I had a headache not to move. I was too worried the egg or plug would slip out and drop to the floor. How humiliating would that be with Darcy looking on?

My friend was looking entirely too perky and happy as she sat next to me. How was it possible for her to look so good considering how much she’d drunk last night?

Suddenly the egg buzzed on, and I jolted.

“You okay, Cassie?” Darcy asked, clearly concerned. Shit. Could she hear the buzzing?

Wilde, the bastard, had his back turned to me as he cooked breakfast.

“Fine. How can you feel so good this morning?” I desperately tried to steer the attention to her.

“I don’t know. I’ve never drunk that much before. Guess I don’t get hangovers.”

Wilde turned and carried over a plate piled high with toast. “Next time you both decide to drink, you tell me first.”

We nodded; now was not the time to argue.

“Good. Eat.”

I stared down at the runny eggs on my plate and nearly vomited then and there. My stomach had decided it’d had enough.

Darcy dug into the food like a woman starving. The bitch.

“What’s wrong, Cassie? Don’t you like my eggs?” Wilde smiled at me.

I stared at him suspiciously. It wasn’t like him to smile so much. Anyone would think he was enjoying my pain. I slowly sipped my coffee and attempted to make small talk as the egg buzzed on and off. My nipples had hardened to tight nubs. I’m glad I’d worn a loose summer dress. Damn it, had Darcy slowed down? It felt like this breakfast had been going on for hours.

Time continued to tick on, second by long second. I licked my dry lips, certain I couldn’t hold on much longer. Just as I reached the end of my endurance, Darcy pushed her empty plate away.

“More?” asked Wilde. I glared at him and he gave me an innocent look.

Bastard.

Darcy shook her head. “No, thanks, I’m full.” She stood and I let out a deep breath.

“You okay, Cassie?” she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder. Just then the egg buzzed back on and I bit my lip to hold back my moan as pleasure swamped me. “You still feeling sick?”

“Yes, Cassie, are you still feeling ill?” Wilde asked.

The man was a sadist. He had to be. I attempted a weak smile at Darcy. “I am feeling a bit off. Sorry if I’ve been acting oddly.”

I was so hot and horny I could barely breathe properly, let alone hold a normal conversation.

“No problem. You stay here. I’ll see myself out. Thanks for breakfast,” Darcy told Wilde before leaving.

Thank God.

I felt rude not walking her out. But the total humiliation should the plug, or egg slip out kept me in my seat.

Once she had left, I laid my arms on the table and leaned my head down. The egg buzzed on again, and I moaned. “I can’t believe you did that to me.

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