My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

I turned my head. A man in a tailored gray suit was sitting at a VIP table flush against the stage. He looked older, his face etched with the kind of boredom only a lot of money can buy. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a thick, rubber-banded stack of cold, hard cash.

He slammed it onto the table.

“Crawl to it,” he ordered, his eyes tracking the line of my throat.

I shifted my weight, dragging my knees across the velvet, my eyes locked onto his. I stopped right at the edge of the table, my chest heaving, my face inches from his.

He leaned forward, the smell of expensive scotch rolling off him. He tapped the stack of money with a manicured finger.

“This is yours,” he whispered, “All of it. But I want to see how much you want it.”

He tilted his head back slightly, a smug, expectant look on his face.

“Spit on me,” he said. “Right here. Do it, and take the money.”

What the actual fuck? Men are such disgusting creatures. I looked at the stack of cash, then I looked at his smug, punchable face. For me, this was a total win-win. You’re telling me I get to treat this guy like the literal human trash can he is and I get paid for it?

God, I love this job sometimes.

I leaned in, my lips parting with a dark, mocking clarity. If he wanted to be my personal sidewalk, who was I to deny him?

I did exactly what he asked for, watching the way he leaned into it like a freak. He looked thrilled. I was disgusted. It was perfect.

I turned away, my hips hitting the beat again as I left him there in the smoke, five grand richer and ten times more convinced that the world would be better off if men were just replaced by high-end vibrators and robots that can actually cook.

“Wait.”

“Twenty thousand,” I added, leaning forward until the scent of my perfume drowned out his scotch. “And the rules are simple. I do whatever I want to do with you. You don’t lay a single finger on me. You touch me once, and I walk out, and I keep the money. Do we have a deal?”

It was an insane ask. It was more money than some people made in a year just to sit in a room and look at me. But I saw the way his throat moved as he swallowed.

A slow, twisted smile spread across his face, “Done,” he whispered.

Janedoewritings

Author

Taking a break was necessary because, frankly, I’m exhausted. It’s been draining to see the/ “pre-emptive” hate for the Capones based on things they haven’t actually done. Raphael hasn’t crossed those lines with Gianna, and it’s confusing to see such vitriol in a dark romance space for characters simply acting within their trope. If you want to dislike them for things