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Chapter 17

Yara

S lamming the bathroom door shut, I locked it behind me.

Not a moment later, I heard footsteps approaching.

“Yara, are you okay?” The worry in Kazi’s tone almost made me feel guilty.

But I deserved this. I needed this. And he wouldn’t understand.

I didn’t respond. I counted down from one hundred as he banged on the door. Finally I pulled out my phone, sending a blank text to Izzy. She already knew the plan. We had discussed it earlier when I sent Mateo for coffee.

I heard Kazi’s phone ringing a moment later. “What do you mean she’s getting a cab? I just saw her run into the bathroom?!” A pause. “Jumped through a window? What the fuck is Yara up to? Why didn’t you stop her?” Another pause. “Oh fuck don’t cry! Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Don’t tell Yara!”

His voice was growing more distant as he spoke. Izzy always could throw on the water works when needed.

I owed her after this.

I waited just a few more minutes before grabbing my bag and hightailing it out of the restroom. I didn’t even look around. I simply ran to the stairs I had spotted earlier.

This restaurant was conveniently located in a hotel.

A hotel that I had a room for .

Before I started the fake fight with James, I gave him a copy of the room card and told him I needed an hour.

That hour was down to forty-five minutes when I finally stepped into the room.

Opening my briefcase, I pulled the folder out. I had labeled it myself.

Come Inside

I chuckled as I read through the documents. I always did like a good pun.

Reading through the document that I wrote so many years ago brought a bit of warmth to my heart, but did nothing to ease my anxiety.

This was real. I was doing this.

No turning back now.

I had quite a few I wanted to try this go round. But first things first, I filled out my safeword.

Scuttlebutt.

My cunt was throbbing in anticipation as I circled three of the lines above.

Breeding.

Vaginal & butt plugs.

Praise.

I needed to finish the liability portion. I took pictures of the signed NDAs and this document and uploaded it all to our secure portal. I then sent a copy to James.

Me: I’ll be in the shower. Toys are on the nightstand.

Casting my attention around the room, I found that everything was set up exactly how I requested.

The TV had been removed, the toys sat on the nightstand, and stepping to the dresser, I found several changes of clothes.

Buzzing caught my attention. Kazi had been blowing up my phone since I made it into the room, and Mateo was now joining forces to not let up.

I created a group chat and sent a text.

Me: I’m safe. I’ll call in the morning.

Shutting my phone off, I walked to the bathroom and was happy to see the mirror had been taken down.

The hotel was happy to oblige, I sent a substantial portion of my clients their way. And while sex work was typically frowned upon, dates that ended in sex were not.

I didn’t have the time to spiral into that hypocrisy.

Turning on the shower, I stripped out of my clothes as it heated up .

I dug deep, pushing down all of my insecurities. All the voices in my head telling me how disgusting I looked.

How every part of me was ugly.

I thought about Mateo, of the way that I affected him. Of the way I caught Kazi staring at me when he thought I didn’t notice.

Of how James had been entranced in my presence.

Maybe these flaws of mine had been made a million times worse by my own voice.

I would have to unpack that later.

Instead, I stepped under the shower’s now hot mist, I still wasn’t sure if this was a mistake or not.

I was anxious. Nervous. Excited .

This plan had seemed better on paper, but I wouldn’t be turning back now.

Too stubborn for all that.

By the end of the night, I would be filled with cum.

By a man twice my age.