Leo knew, even before Orson stood, that his mood from that morning had shifted. He got up, standing over her and Lola instinctually leaned back a little, into the couch. His pupils were huge and she could see clearly, he was on coke and it was going to make him a little more dangerous then usual. Suddenly, she was regretting doing lines herself. They were going out in public and both of them were coked up. If she fucked up in any way, sheâd really be in for it and the drugs were going to make it tricky for her to behave, and him easier to anger. She just hoped they could have a good time together and by some stroke of luck, she wouldnât ruin it and being hell down on herself.
Orson leaned in over her, and, despite her nerves, when he went to kiss her, Leo went willingly, sitting forward on the couch again. The kiss was gentle, but it made her heart beat because it was also a dangerous warning. He was letting her know, if she just behaved, heâd be good to her and theyâd have a nice day. He pulled away and Leona stayed quiet as he held her eyes for a brief moment, looking up at him. âItâs Orson, when weâre in public.â He spoke firmly, letting her know that wasnât an option. That rule had actually been written into the long, detailed contract sheâd signed with him. Leo just nodded, letting him know she understood.
âDonât try anything stupid, like I said, Iâve got people everywhere.â He breathed, like he thought might run and that made her raise a brow. She really had no plans to leave him. He had driven her crazy, leaving her sober and alone for so long, and his punishments were clearly going to be rough to endure, but honestly, being with him was better then being on the streets. At least with Orson, she had her needs met and was even spoiled a little. Besides, she was starting to get hooked on him. As dangerous as he was, he made her feel safe and taken care of. Two things sheâd never felt before.
Running wasnât on her mind, but that didnât mean she knew she was going to be an angel all day either. Now that she was on coke and theyâd be in public where he couldnât really do anything to her without making a scene, her rebellious side was likely to come out some way or another. âLetâs go.â He breathed, heading for the door, expecting her to follow. Leo didnât say anything, just got up off the couch and went after him, smirking. She couldnât wait to be out of that damn suite. The closest sheâd been to outside in two weeks had been when Orsonâs employees would sometimes let her sit on the balcony for a little bit while they cleaned her room or made her food, keeping an eye on her of course.
Lola loved Orsonâs car and the way he drove. If her hair wasnât so nicely done, half of her gentle curls pulled back in a blue ribbon, sheâd have rolled the window all the way down and let the wind whip it into a frenzy of curls. She was tempted to lean over and pleasure him while he drove but she kept her eyes out the window and her hands to herself, trying hard to behave. She wasnât exactly a casual daytime outing kind of girl. In fact, the pretty dress, the subtle makeup perfectly hiding his damage, and the big blue ribbon in her hair were so far opposite who she was, it was kind of scary. She was used to wild hair, torn fishnets, and red lipstick. She had never actually had a guy take her anywhere but a dive bar, party, or club.
There were a lot of people at the pier for the ferry, but honestly, Lola wasnât that nervous about being recognized. Sheâd been front page news for a while, and Orson was a pretty public figure, but sheâd gone into prison years ago and she didnât even look at all like herself. Orson might get a glance here or there, but he was powerful enough that he could do as he wanted. Even publicly take out a girl that wasnât his wife and was clearly younger then him. Leo waited for Orson to walk around to her side of the car and get the door for her, making her smile softly as he placed a hand at the small of her back. The slight touch sent fireworks up her spine. She was almost tempted to ask him to take her back to the hotel and fuck her instead.
She allowed him to lead her onto the ferry and Leo stood with him, loving the way people looked at them as he leaned in close to her and kissed her cheek gently. They were getting looks of mixed shock, disapproval, and jealousy and she loved it. Everyone thought the two of them were wrong, but at the same time, if they could switch places with either of them, they would in a heartbeat. It was exciting, having someone wish they were her for the first time in her life. âI forgot to mention,â He whispered against her skin, his breath tickling her cheek before he pulled away and she looked up into his eyes. âYou look beautiful.â He breathed honestly.
Leo smiled and leaned up on her toes, kissing his lips. She didnât kiss him long or hard, not wanting to make a public scene, but she kissed him just deeply enough that she could feel jealous eyes on them. She pulled back with a smirk on her lips, loving the way it felt to be out with him. She almost wished she was more then just his plaything on the side. She wanted to be the one with his ring on her finger, the one he brought to family functions. The idea terrified her because she knew it could never happen. Even if he did divorce his wife, he couldnât marry her. It wouldnât look good in the slightest, and would likely fuck up his career. Besides, his family would hate her anyway. She could pretend all she wanted, but she wasnât part of their world.
Lola put the thought out of her mind, choosing instead to enjoy the day for what it was, not wish it was something impossible. She slid her hand into his and laced their fingers, smiling up at him as she held his eyes. âIâll behave.â She whispered to him, promising him that she was going to do everything she could to be on her best behavior while they were out in public together. It wasnât exactly going to be easy for her, with the coke in her system, to resist the temptation to fuck up, and honestly, she wasnât sure if she could keep her own promise, but she wanted to try. She honestly wanted to please him, and follow his rules, and let him have all the control, she just had wild, rebellious tendencies she couldnât resist sometimes. Besides, being good all the time was too boring.
Sebastian dropped Andie off to shop for herself. Of course, he knew dropping a prostitute off in a shopping district with his credit card probably wasnât a good idea, but Andie wasnât just a girl heâd picked up off the street. Sheâd been his client for a long time so he knew her pretty well, and theyâd honestly had a connection the night before that he was choosing to believe in. He trusted her. He knew, even though it would be easy for her to get a cab, hop a plane, and disappear with his credit card, she wouldnât. Sheâd be waiting for him when he got back.
He went back to his place first and got dressed. Thankfully, Jillian wasnât home. She was a smart girl, but she really didnât even have to be to know instantly, that heâd been out with someone else. He didnât exactly hide his cheating, as fucked up as it was. It was his way of keeping Jillian at arms length. Maybe if he wasnât such an ass to her, they might have something off a civil marriage. Not happy, but successful at least. They could coexist, maybe even raise a kid someday, without really having to love each other. However, he insisted on being a shit to her. It meant heâd never have to worry that she was getting too close. She wouldnât catch feelings that heâd never have and that way, their marriage would stay what it had started as. A business arrangement.
He didnât have to look her in the eye this time and tell her heâd fucked someone else though because she wasnât home. She was a smart woman, so smart, she could probably be working in his firm alongside him, but he didnât want her thinking she was powerful, so, almost as soon as heâd married her, heâd given her a little boutique to own and run. She got to feel like she was the owner of a successful business and he got to get her out of his hair sometimes. It gave her something to do besides drive him crazy and also gave them an excuse for distance. They didnât have to go on day dates or spend time around the house together too much because he had the firm and she had her store.
Sebastian showered and got dressed in something designer, as usual, but casual. It was still clear that he had money, but now it was considerably more subtle. After getting ready, he went to the office. There, he made some calls and got some people on a few things for Andie. He called a friend of his in real estate and got a place set up for her to live before calling in three of his secretaries. Most of his secretaries he just hired to fuck, but a few of them he actually trusted with work. He gave them all tasks, telling them to get the apartment set up while he was out with Andie. They were supposed to take care of arranging every last detail. The plan was going to be to take her out for the day while they got the place set up, and then take her there later and tell her it was hers. Heâd promised her he was going to take care of her and he intended to start right away.
Once his secretaries knew what they were in charge of doing and he signed everything he had to for the apartment, Sebastian left the office to go pick her up. He pulled up to the curb and waited for a while. It wasnât long, but he was almost starting to get nervous before he glanced in his right rear view mirror and grinned wickedly, watching her approach. She looked completely different. She was dressed in a sweater that hung off her shoulder and her hair had been dyed and cut. The blue was gone, replaced with dark brown, and it was a lot shorter then before. She looked fucking unreal.
He couldnât take his eyes off her as she got in the car. He wanted to kiss her deeply and passionately, having missed her even though theyâd only been apart a few hours, but he knew that would lead them right back to the hotel for the rest of the day. âSorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Ramsey.â She breathed. With a wicked smirk that made his head reel with things he wanted to do to her. He let his eyes run over her as he took his credit card back, soaking her in. Sheâd never looked so put together and he loved it, she looked mature, stunning.
She kissed his cheek and it was hard not to grab her by her new hair and yank her to his lips. He just let her lean away though and started the car, taking off. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she opened his glove box and his jaw clenched when she found his gun. He may be a rich boy from a well established family, but he defended some of the cityâs worst criminals on a daily basis and sometimes, it did not go as planned. He had guns stashed almost everywhere, and his father had taught him to use them as a kid. He had a natural talent with it that was almost unheard of. In fact, he was so good with a gun, it was truly frightening.
âNot what I was looking for.â Andie breathed as she picked it up like itâs presence didnât scare her in the slightest. He rolled his eyes, wishing she would put it down. For some reason, the idea of Andie with his gun in her hands was both terrifying and erotic to him. She pointed it at him in a way that made the corner of his jaw tense. She was being playful, but he had half a mind to slap her. âBabyâŠdo you have any more of that expensive white powder?â She asked, cocking the gun, and the way the word baby rolled off her lips while she held a gun in his face was honestly making it hard to focus on driving.
âNever mind.â She purred when she spotted his stash also sitting in the glovebox and he just scoffed as she tossed the gun away and reached for the coke. He made a mental note to take her out shooting sometime. Sure, she probably knew how the gun worked and how to shoot at someone, but she probably didnât really know how to shoot. At least not the way he did. Besides, watching her shoot at something would probably be pretty sexy. He stopped the car then and reached over, snatching both the gun and the coke before she had the chance to do any. He pointed the gun at her while he helped himself to the coke, doing several large lines right in front of her. Then, he grabbed her face, slipping his finger in her mouth, the gun pressing against the underside of her jaw.
After she sucked on his finger for a moment, he dipped it in the coke and proceeded to rub it across her gums, a smirk on his lips. He knew she wanted more then that. Heâd just done several huge lines in front of her and then given her a mere taste. What heâd given her was pure and it was enough to get her high, but not as high as he knew she wanted to be. âBe a good girl today.â He told her, pressing the barrel of the gun deeper into her jaw. âMaybe youâll get more.â He shrugged like it wasnât certain wether sheâd get some or not. He kissed her hard on the lips and groaned against them. He had half a mind to fuck her right there.
However, he managed to control himself. He released her face and slipped the coke into his inside jacket pocket where she couldnât get at it easily. He emptied the gun then, so she couldnât pick it right back up and threaten him for more coke before putting it away as well. He got out of the car then and walked around to her side, opening the door and helping her out. âYou going to be good?â He whispered in her ear as he wrapped an arm around her body and lead her towards the ferry.