The Bitter End by Rue Volley Read Free Book Online Page B

I dreaded. I loved him. Me. Cold hearted Bethany. I loved him. The greatest whore of New York City. Fuck me.

Chapter Seven
Understanding True Power

 
    I kicked him out and had not talked to him for three days. The party was quickly approaching and I could not bring myself to call him and ask him to be my escort. In fact I was so tempted to just toss up my black book and let it land on anyone, anyone would do. I certainly could use a distraction. I need that now. I wake up thinking of him; I go to bed thinking of him. I step out thinking I see him hailing a cab, walking across the street, calling out my name. When I close my eyes, I see his face, eyes, lips. I feel his heat against me, his cock inside of me and regardless of my failure to ward off love; I have found myself fingering my clit to orgasm a few times since I told him to leave. He must think that his game with the seamstress pushed me over the edge and how I bounce back from this with him is beyond me. I had told him that day that he bored me and it was over and in my mind I know I need to stick with it but my heart says otherwise. My heart tells me that I may have met my match here and it pisses me off more than anything else.
    Holland played with my hair and held it up next to my face as I stared into my large Victorian vanity, imported, worth a shit ton of money and just another present from Father. I took a breath and she smiled at me.
    “Definitely up, with that dress.” She eyed the dress on the mannequin behind me, which was already done. The seamstress had done an amazing job on it and had employed a few to get it done in record time. I am sure Miko thought I would have no time to pull off something appropriate but she has no idea how I get things accomplished when pushed. I mean she should…I am my Father’s daughter. In the end I am sure she was just trying to fuck with me as she always does. I have not been kind to her anyway and I would guess this game will continue on for as long as we live. We will see who lasts longer.
    I stood up and walked to the dress and played with the jewels sewn into it. It had cost thousands; the exact amount did not concern me at all. In fact , every time I looked at it all I saw was Ryan’s hand slipping in between that cunt of a seamstress’s thighs and I flinched when Holland stepped up behind and wrapped her arms around me. I then smiled and turned to her and touched her face.
    “I do love you, ” I said as I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the mouth and she closed her eyes and allowed me to do it. Holland has always been good for me. She is a buffer from reality. A nice little ball of happiness and trust that I could always rely on. I pulled back from her and she smiled at me.
    “So, he is gone , huh?”
    I raised an eyebrow and turned back to the dress.
    “Do you want to be my date to this bullshit?” I asked her and she laughed.
    “Oh that would be a sight. Your Father would die i f you actually brought me as a ‘date’.”
    I turned back to her and grinned.
    “I know. That is why I asked you.”
    She laughed and shook her head and then stopped as she realized I was serious.
    “You mean dancing and kissing and all of that?”
    “Of course, I mean that is what dates do right?”
    She walked back to my vanity and dropped down, staring into the mirror. I stepped up behind her and started to play with her hair.
    “Just imagine how we will be the focus of the whole night Holl and. Two lesbians, all grabbing…”
    She turned and looked up at me.
    “No one will have me after that, Beth.”
    I touched her face and smiled.
    “Everyone will want you Holland, they would be a fool not too and they will hide it but you never wanted marriage anyway.”
    She turned back to the mirror and picked up my lipstick and opened it up. She started to put it on her lips and I reached down and grabbed her breasts as she sighed and closed her eyes.
    “Plus, I will pay you.”
    “I don’t need money,” s he said and