Unscrupulous by Avery Aster Read Free Book Online Page A

her recorded Brayden Brooks games on ESPN in slow motion—she pretended her beloved NFL athlete trained right by her side as sung in the song, “Honey Hive Filled Love”.
    She hit “play” and “repeat” and “pause” with her remote. Brayden running. That’s it, baby . Brayden tackling. Go, baby . Brayden scoring a touchdown. Oh yes, baby . She wondered if he’d ejaculate in her mouth. In return, would he gaze intently into her eyes when he came? It was her strongest desire.
    When Blake and the executive staff didn’t come in to start their day—perhaps too hung over from the press launch the night prior¾she stepped faster. Taddy moved her hips harder, and with no reservations, she slipped her right hand down her Lululemon pants. For a few minutes, she sexed on with Brayden Brooks—in her head. Scissoring her legs back and forth, she’d set the endurance level at 10, speed set at 20, pumping at 40, heart rate at 120. She rubbed herself, and for the next fifteen or so seconds she…
    Ooooh fucking—fuck me, Brayden Brooks. Come on. Shove your nice, juicy dick into my Taddy-lic-icous-kitty . She envisioned him spreading her legs and lower lips apart with his football-playing hands. Tap my clit, baby. That’s it, honey. Harder, right here, love it, ah-huh… Images of his mushroom head sliding deep inside filled her mind. You like that tight pink little nub, don’t cha? Oh you are g-g-g-good. Keep going, get in there. Now…now…now…like that…tap my pussy, baby . She shoved her hand down farther, fingers in deeper, imagining taking Brayden’s cock inside her. With her acrylic nails, she flicked her clitoris. A chill went through her. You wanna come in my mouth, Big Daddy. Come on . She came hard enough to start the day with a smile. No Baden Cosmetics rouge on her cheeks required.
    Finished pleasuring herself, she reached for her favorite industry trade journal to get her mind off her vulva’s needs and onto her workday ahead. On page sixty-nine, no less, she found a full-blown advertisement announcing a farewell to a living icon from the music industry.
    WTF ?
    Birdie Easton’s pre-obituary letter. She’d never seen such a thing. Birdie was going through with this. Was this for real? Had Taddy underestimated the illness?
    “Kiki!” she screamed from her exercise machine, hoping her Miss Goody Two-shoes had come in early. “Kiki, get in here!”
    The pitter-patter from Kiki’s Michael Kors Vail patent leather d’orsay wedges tapped the marble floors. “Coming, Miss Brill.”
    “HELPPP.” Motionless atop the exercise equipment, disbelief gripped her core. She held the paper with both hands, moisture between her legs. Brayden’s image paused on the screen with Waris Sugar rapping into her headset.
    “What is it?” Kiki asked with a short breath. “What’s going on here?”
    She threw the periodical in Kiki’s direction, ripping the earbuds out and wiping her wet body down with a towel. “Did you see this?”
    Perplexed, Kiki collected the damp pages from the floor and glared at page sixty-nine. “Oh my goodness.” Kiki’s usually saucer-sized eyes enlarged to soup bowls. “Poor Birdie.”
    “Cancel Portugal!”
    Kiki’s hands started shaking.
    Taddy climbed off the elliptical and braced Kiki’s narrow shoulders. “Do me a favor.”
    “Anything, Miss Brill.”
    “Track down an expert on Stevens–Johnson syndrome.” Taddy squeezed Kiki’s shoulders tighter. She hated to say this for Lex’s sake. “We don’t have much time. I want you to find the best doctor in the world, you hear me?”
    Her assistant nodded, sinking in her pumps. “Does Birdie have health insurance?” Kiki asked.
    Kiki’s uprightness annoyed Taddy at times. “Lex and Birdie are broke.” She pushed down onto her assistant’s petite body.
    “What about Eddie’s estate?” Kiki’s voice echoed confusion, shoulders collapsing.
    “Rocker Easton left them with no will.” Her nails dug into Kiki’s