Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“That’s fine. How tall is your father?”
“Uh, six-three, maybe?”
“Do you know how to fire a weapon?”
“I don’t know what that has—“
“Can you dance the tango?”
She clears her throat. “I definitely can learn.”
Prime slings a dozen more inane and stupid questions at her before waving a hand like a king speaking to his court. “That’ll be all, thank you.”
Brittany turns away, her pageant-queen attitude deeply deflated. “How’d I do?” she whispers as I usher her out.
“Honestly? I have no idea.”
The next girl is Madison Reeves. She glides into the office wearing a navy blouse, her auburn hair in waves to her shoulders, carrying a very nice handbag and wearing shoes I’m pretty sure cost more than my family home. Her back is straight as she faces Prime.
“It’s great to see you again,” she says, offering a hand. Prime shakes reluctantly.
“You as well.” His eyes flick to mine and I can tell he also doesn’t remember her. Bastard. “Shall we begin?”
“I’ll get down to it.” Madison sits, knees together, hand clasped on her lap, the image of perfect etiquette. “I’m not looking for a forever partner. I’m looking for a worthwhile last name, and I think you can provide that. I want access to parties, people, and potential. I want to build something together. That’s what I’m after and why I’m here.”
Prime is bemused as he clears his throat and drags his pen down Madison’s dossier.
She’s here for a different reason. Madison has money already. Her family built a fortune in the adult entertainment industry. Her father owns a wildly successful porn company, producing films all over the world. But that money can’t buy access to polite society, no matter how desperately Madison wants it.
But marrying Prime might wash away some of the fuck-cash smear.
“If you become my wife, will your father cast me in one of his movies?” Prime asks, his face deadpan, and I could stab him in the throat. From that one glance at her biography, he identified her biggest weakness, and immediately called it out.
To her credit, Madison doesn’t blink. “Absolutely. I’ve had your dick in my mouth. I know you’re more than big enough.”
“I appreciate that.”
“But can you keep hard for two hours while twelve people fuss around you with lighting, sound, cameras, and make up? While a director is constantly altering your positions so a lens can get all the gory details?”
Prime fights a smile. “I suspect I could handle it.”
“Then great. I’ll put in a good word.”
Madison kills it. Despite how hard Prime’s clearly trying to torch her. No matter how many curveballs he tosses, Madison easily knocks them out of the park. She’s charming, funny, and beautiful. She makes Prime laugh twice despite himself.
I hate every minute.
The interview with Brittany was easier. She clearly didn’t have what it took. Too shallow, too boring, not his type at all. There was no chemistry.
Madison’s different. She’s hilarious and doesn’t back down when he gets pushy and acts like a jerk. She clearly wants something and doesn’t care what she has to do to get it, which I deeply admire.
Something in me cracks. It’s like there’s a wall around my stomach holding back these odd, twisting feelings. I only realize I’m feeling jealous when Madison leans forward, giving Prime a good view of her fantastic chest down the top button of her gorgeous designer top.
But why the hell would I feel jealous of all things!?
I already knew Prime slept with these women. Maybe I don’t remember them in particular, but I’ve seen the constant revolving door of beautiful ladies moving through his life, and it never once registered.
This is different and I hate it.
I’m relieved when Prime dismisses her. She stands primly and looks down at him. “I look forward to a blossoming partnership.” Then marches out without so much as a glance in my direction.
Fuck, she’s good. I turn as Prime draws a big, black X down her dossier page.
“What’s that for?” I ask in disbelief.
“Send in the next one.”
“Wait, are you rejecting Madison? She’s perfect. Attractive, funny, smart, aware of what this situation means and still willing to go through with it—“
Prime’s expression is hard. “I said, send in the next one.”
Anger flares, burning away the jealousy. “Listen to me, asshole. There is nobody else after this last one, okay? I get it, Brittany wasn’t right, but Madison—“
“Do I have to get up from this chair and fucking punish you, Deanna? Do you need me to punish that pretty mouth of yours? I said, send in the last one.”
I step back in shock. My jaw drops open. The air seems to sizzle around him. It’s like a darkness oozes from his pores, a deep, horrific hate seeping from his skin. I’ve never seen it before and it frankly scares the shit out of me. But as quickly as it appears, he seems to gather himself together with some effort, slamming the door closed on a part of him I’d only ever glimpsed in the past.