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glance towards the unnamed brunette who was my replacement and seemed entirely lost in her own world of exploration.
    Swallowing what little saliva I had left, I bravely tiptoed towards him, as if I was still wearing my heels, without breaking eye contact with him.
    His eyes remained on mine instead of on the bareness of my stature.
    “ You lost weight.” It was the first thing he said when I reached his side.
    I wasn’t sure how to respond. Was it a jibe or a stated fact to make me realize that I needed to put more meat on my body to be deemed sexy enough? I wasn’t quite sure yet.
    Brushing his comment aside, I gave him a sharp look. “I didn’t come here tonight to be lectured about my weight, Hugo Xavier.”
    A genuine smile toyed about his lips. A lethal smile, it truly was. And by God, what a simple smile could do to a woman…
    “ I like this version of you, Isobel,” he murmured with pure admiration.
    Something flourished inside me upon hearing his approval.
    “ You were not into risqué. Have I corrupted you well, ma belle?”
    No, it wasn’t corruption, more like something between unadulterated passion and pure madness, though it wouldn’t be wise to admit this to him. I was braving it out for him.
    “ Is that a compliment I hear in your voice, Hugo?”
    “ Amongst other things.” His beautiful face gazed on me, leaving me feverishly breathless. “Come here and sit on my lap, Isobel.” He gently commanded, and I anxiously did as he asked.
    With me uncomfortably sitting on his leg, he then lifted his glass to my lips, offering me a sip of his drink. I parted my lips slightly to let the strong, stiff drink enter my already buzzed system. Once done, he took the rest of the drink before placing the empty glass on the table next to him.
    Light, feathery touches graced the side of my arm, as if he wanted to feel the soft, silkiness of my skin while his eyes took note of the pebbled peaks produced by a simple touch alone.
    “ Do you get aroused thinking of me in between your thighs, Isobel?” he asked in a teasing tone.
    Though I appeared calm as a cucumber, I was actually having a difficult time clenching my pussy muscles, because I didn’t want my wetness to slip out; thus making his pants damp with my moisture. The very thought was mortifying.
    “ There’s no need to be ashamed of wanting a cock. The only thing that’s hindering you from obtaining it is to show how severely you want it to fuck you…”
    My word, I should be offended by the way he was talking to me, but the effect was the opposite.
    Licking my lips, I tried to match his attitude. “What should I do now?”
    He nodded towards the bed before giving me a salacious look. “Go join Arianne in bed. Let her play with you and vice versa. I want to see how eager you truly are.”
    Oh, my.
    So Arianne was her name. Must I truly exchange anything with the woman? Damn, I could play nice … for a little bit longer. I supposed I could. I knew from Chantel and Sherry that they did this sort of thing with him all the time, but he had never asked me to do anything until tonight. It just proved where I stood with him these days, which certainly wasn’t on even ground.
    All righty, then. I had to face the music and dance to his beat.

Chapter 9
    Isobel
     
    Arianne didn’t utter a complaint when I joined her in bed. In fact, she seemed far more excited to greet me, much to my chagrin. Truth be told, I was hoping for some standoff or a slight suggestion of a catfight, but hell, the woman was far too stimulated to think of anything along the lines of rational thinking, I supposed.
    When her beautiful face indecently dipped, heading down south for some exploration, I barely made an audible gasp of protest. I was too taken aback by her rather powerful tongue twister— thruster more like—to prepare myself for the kind of craziness that truly entailed.
    First off, I had never had one-on-one action with a woman, let alone have one pleasuring me in