Page 22 of Filthy Mouth

I wanted that massive dick all to myself.

I sighed and glanced at the time again.

My phone vibrated and I picked it up with a smile—one that vanished the second I read the words.

Hi, Poppy. It’s Edmund. I hope you don’t mind, I got your number from Delphina. Could we meet up for dinner tomorrow? I can pick you up from work or home.

They wouldn’t give up. This was their next ploy. I considered blocking his number, but decided to leave him on read. There was no way in hell I was saving his number or replying to him.

If I had to pick from forty-year-olds, I’d take Benedict’s tried-and-tested dick every single time. I nibbled on my lip, remembering the painful stretch in my throat as he’d forced himself down my neck.

The visceral heat, ache and disgusting mess.

“Ugh.”

I tossed my phone onto the paperwork strewn across my desk and turned back to my screen. A thought occurred to me, and just like that, my irritation vanished. I picked up the phone and messaged Benedict.

Me:I’m sorry I can’t make it tonight.

I knew messing with him would get me into trouble, but I’d always been a rebel. I’d lost count of how many times I was told to be more like Annabelle while she’d had that constant smug smirk on her face. She was two years younger than me and was Delphina’s minion. The two had a twisted, toxic mother–daughter relationship, but they always had one another’s back, which ensured my isolation.

The phone rang, and I answered it.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded.

I opened my mouth to talk, but he continued.

“Are you backing out? Well, you can’t. I’ll be waiting outside your office.”

I almost laughed.

“Hello to you too, Daddy,” I said lightly, letting the word roll off my tongue like a promise.

A beat of silence stretched between us, thick and loaded.

“Hello.” His response was curt, but the way he said it made my pulse trip.

“You sound tense,” I said, leaning back in my chair, my voice softer, testing.

Another pause. I could almost feel the weight of his stare through the phone.

“Are you fucking with me?” he growled.

I bit my lip as my pussy clenched at the sound of his gruff voice. The tension last night had been palpable.

“Yes, but I needed to ask you a favour.”

“Hmm. It depends on how I feel after I punish you. Go on.”

“My family are trying to set me up with someone—”

“What the fuck?”

I ignored his outburst and continued.

“There’s a party that I’m expected to attend next weekend and I’m sure they will attempt to ambush me with him again. Can you come with me? It will get them off my back.”

There was another pause before he spoke.