A Million Dirty Secrets by C. L. Parker Read Free Book Online Page A

friendship was over, the partnership was not. It wasn’t that I didn’t try to buy him out. I did, but he’d refused to sell. And there was no way I was giving up the company my father and mother had worked so hard to build. So I bit the bullet and went to work every day with my head held high and conducted business as usual.
    I learned my lesson and refused to let a woman get close enough to hurt me again.
    But I was lonely. And slightly addicted to pussy.
    Sure, I’d had flings with several women, but I’d always cut them off the second they got a little too close for comfort. Sex was a very therapeutic way for me to get out my frustrations, but women didn’t seem to want to stick around for just that purpose. There were some who had said they understood that it was just sex for me, but inevitably they’d get clingy and want me to feel things I simply didn’t and wouldn’t, so they had to go.
    I could have random one-night stands, but that was like playing Russian roulette with my dick, even with a condom, and I’d grown quite attached to it over my young life, thank you very much.
    What I wanted was the same woman in my bed every night and every morning, someone to greet me when I arrived home after a long and trying day at work, eager to please me. Someonewho would tend to my every need, no strings attached. Yeah, I knew it was every man’s fantasy and that it wasn’t likely to come true for most men, but I had enough money to buy that fantasy. So I did.
    And that was what had led me to Delaine.
    In my world, there was always talk between men. You hear about women gossiping all the time, but men are just as guilty. The difference is that we don’t make it as obvious.
    One afternoon when I had been golfing with a Scarlet Lotus investor, I’d heard about the auction. I’d done what little research I could on the place, and after speaking to the proprietor, my interest was piqued. Obviously I didn’t want to own someone against her will, but Scott had assured me that women on the “menu” were there voluntarily and that on that night in particular I could find a virgin. A virgin was necessary. I was worried about diseases or spending an insane amount of money on a woman only to find out that she was already knocked up with some other guy’s baby.
    That wasn’t the least bit appealing to me.
    As I sat in that booth, completely darkened because I didn’t want anyone to recognize me, I let every girl showcased go without even so much as a bid. That is, until
she
stood on the podium. Delaine Talbot.
    I had read through her specs and the contract she proposed and was intrigued. I had naturally wondered what would make a seemingly wholesome woman like her do such an outlandish thing, but I pushed my curiosity down because, like I said, I didn’t want there to be any strings attached. She was offering two years on the contract, and that was right up my alley. Two years of constantly getting my rocks off in any way I couldfathom was plenty of time to get it out of my system or find someone else. And when she was gone, I could always cite the age-old reason “We just grew apart.”
    When I saw Delaine I knew that I had to have her.
    Not only was the contract ideal, but she was a perfect specimen. She looked just as wholesome as her specs, not overly voluptuous or fake-looking. I had wavered at the end of the auction, not really sure if I wanted to follow through, but then she gave me this look, like she was silently begging me to keep her out of the grasp of the disgusting tub of lard in the other room.
    I might have felt a little sorry for her, which probably should have been the first indication that this was a bad idea. But I made the final bid regardless.
    The second indication had come when she had gotten on her knees and sunk her teeth into my dick. That hurt like a motherfucker and let me know without a doubt that I’d bitten off more than I could chew—which was ironic, because she had been the one