Since breaking out of jail, Rafael and I had stayed low, gained power, and money.
Two years had passed since the break out.
We’d powered up.
And now we’re going to America.
Chapter 14
Whore Envy
Eden
I didn’t see him anymore that evening.
Jean-Pierre had served good on his promise. There’d been no other screams that night. But still, I wondered about who the man was, why he was screaming, and most important, what was Jean-Pierre capable of doing to him.
Many thoughts came to mind.
My body trembled under the covers.
This is stupid. You’re just coming up with scary stuff in your head.
I’d heard Jean-Pierre had probably killed someone. I’d heard he was a bad guy—gangster, jail escapee. I’d heard it all, but how much did I really know?
Can I do this?
More noise came from the courtyard.
The only thing that would save me, was to mind my business, hide, and play it smart.
I’m going to brush up on my French. I’m not going to tell anybody what’s going on, but I should know what’s happening, just in case I need to run to safety or something.
I lifted out of the bed, grabbed my phone, and wireless headphones.
Jean-Pierre’s words filled my head.
“You’re protected,” he whispered. “And I’ll never hurt you.”
Instead of turning on music, I switched to basic French lessons on YouTube. I put my headphones on and plugged out from the noise. There was nothing I could do for the man in the penthouse. I didn’t know Jean-Pierre’s business.
Learn French. That’s your focus for tonight.
Today had been simple. Erotic. Sensual. I enjoyed the few moments with him. He manipulated my senses with just his presence. If the next days remained like they’d started, it would be an easy and pleasurable way to earn a hundred thousand dollars.
I could do it. Tomorrow will leave twenty-nine days.
I fell asleep to French phrases and their English translations.
That night, I dreamed in French.
Jean-Pierre whispering everyday phrased in my ear as he fingered my pussy.
Moaning, I would repeat them back, showing him that I could learn and come at the same time.
And then he pushed me to orgasm. “Chaque partie de ton corps est à moi.”
By the time I woke up, the sheets under me were soaked, and I had a great respect for the French language.
What’s that?
A big package sat at the end of the bed.
Did he bring it? Or did someone else?
My skin warmed from the possibilities. Had he stepped into my room and watched me twist from side to side dreaming about him?
I sat up and grabbed the box. Red velvet bows covered it. I undid them and pulled the top off. A small strapless bodysuit lay inside. My legs would be exposed. I lifted it up and took in the details. The design was gothic, yet sensual. Bra cups were sewed into the lining and would display an enticing cleavage. Most of the suit was a soft tulle, with silk bindings crisscrossing and creating geometric panels around the waist.
Will we have sex tonight?
The mere thought of having sex with Jean-Pierre electrified my senses. I swore I could smell him around me. His smooth voice and gorgeous face filled my head. My skin buzzed form the memories of his touch. My tongue tasted him still, even though it had been many hours since we’d kissed.
I placed the body suit on the bed and spotted something else in the box. A card lay inside. I picked it up.
Eden,
Last night was supposed to be different. Tonight will be different as well. But we will spend more time together this evening.
I will have guests over for the evening. I want you to play for us. Wear this under your dress tonight, when you play.
My staff will help you unpack and get you comfortable. Later this evening, they’ll bring you the dress and prepare you for the party.
Enjoy your day.
Jean-Pierre
I sniffed the card. It smelled like him.
Everything had happened so fast last night, I’d forgot to ask about our sleeping arrangements. He’d never come to bed.
I’ll find out tonight.
I placed the card back in the package with the lingerie.
He just wants me to unpack, chill, and then show up to his party?
He’d mentioned that I would be playing tonight.
This will be fine.
I decided to focus on practicing, instead of thinking about what had happened in the courtyard.
My phone buzzed. I checked it and saw that Shalimar and Leo had texted me.
I messaged Leo first.
Leo: Everything okay?
Me: Yes. Nothing happened. I’m doing fine right now.
Leo: Thank God you responded! I haven’t even slept.
Me: Sorry. No. Everything is fine. I’ll tell you if I need you. How’s V?
Leo: Lazy and narcissistic as always. Please call if something happens.
Me: I will.
Although nothing had happened to me, it felt good not to be alone in this situation. People were looking out for me. Leo and Shalimar had my back.