Page 49 of High Rise Secrets

I find him stalking toward me, and I turn to lead him to my room. When we reach the door, he pushes me inside and slams it, hard. I smell tequila on his breath and push back on his chest as he presses his weight into me.

“You’re drunk,” I whisper. I’m not afraid of him. I know he would never hurt me, even when we’re angry at one another.

He pulls my mask off and throws it on the floor, his nostrils flaring with anger as his warm breath fans across my face. I reach forward to touch his cheek, but he wraps his large hand around my wrist and pins it to the wall above my head, doing the same with the other, holding them in one hand.

His fingers trace down my flat stomach, and he pushes my panties to the side, shoving his fingers in aggressively. It doesn’t matter, though, because, from the moment I saw him tonight, I was wet. I grunt at the intrusion, but he gives me a dark smile.

“So wet already, Addy?” I can’t do anything but nod, my brain too slow to catch up.

He finger-fucks me hard and fast, barely giving me a moment to breathe. He bites on my neck and sucks the skin between my neck and collarbone. No doubt he’s leaving his mark, and it turns me on even more. I struggle in his grasp as his thumb starts circling my clit.

“Come on, Addy. Where’s my dirty girl? Come for me, baby.”

I shudder at his words. They are so dark, so unlike him, yet I can’t help the way my body is attuned to him, and I come hard, soaking his hand. He removes his fingers and traces my lips, making me taste my salty essence. He undoes his pants and spins me around, pulls my thong to the side, and sinks into me.

I moan and he shoves his fingers into my mouth. I suck and lap at them, knowing how much he loves the dirty side of me.This make-up sex is so damn hot. His hand slides down my throat and he squeezes. I tense under his touch. He’s never been this aggressive before, this dirty.

“Relax, baby,” he coos as he thrusts hard and fast. “Do you hear my cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy, baby? You’re so fucking hot like this, under my control.”

God damn, when did this man get so good at dirty talk?

“Make me come, Ethan,” I moan.

He pulls out suddenly, and I gasp in shock. I try to turn around, but he holds me against the wall, spits on his hand, and rubs it around my puckered hole.Jesus, he’s going to kill me tonight.I press my ass out more as he lines himself up with my back entrance and presses in.

I tense up. “Oh fuck, Ethan. Slow down.” I press my hand back on top of his thigh to slow him and give me a second to catch my breath, but he starts thrusting and squeezes my throat again, cutting off enough air supply it sends my overworked and on-edge body into another orgasm. Every muscle in my body tenses, and I have a hard time staying on my feet. No sex haseverfelt like this. I feel as if I’m floating on a cloud, the sensations too much. He bites down on my shoulder as he comes deep inside me and stills.

I press my forehead to the wall, catching my breath. That was some of the most intense make-up sex I have ever experienced. I turn to him with a smile on my face, expecting to see the same sated look on his, but his scowl is back in place. He pulls a wad of cash out of his wallet and tosses it on the chair next to me.

My chin trembles as I reach out for him. He pulls back, a look of pure disgust blanketing his features. “You really are nothing more than a whore, Addison. I can’t believe I fell for you and your deceiving tricks.”

“What?” I ask, my voice cracking as tears stream down my face. “Ethan, I told you—”

“That you’ve been sleeping with my dad behind my back? No, you forgot to mention that little tidbit.” He takes a step closer, and I take a small one back, keeping a small amount of distance between us. “Is that how you moved up in the company? Are you the way my father has been keeping his claws in me and the company?” His nostrils flare again. His anger is palatable and hangs in the air between us. The energy rolling off him in waves makes me shiver.

“No, I-I didn’t,” I wipe my eyes. “I’m not.” I can’t even think straight. All the words coming out of his mouth aren’t registering, aren’t making any sense to me. My throat feels thick, and I can’t swallow. “Who told you?”

“Whotoldme? Are you fucking kidding me?” he bellows.

A loud knock on the door startles us before a large man comes rushing in. He grabs Ethan and starts to drag him outside. I sink to my knees on the ground, tears running down my face. The one man I’ve loved for most of my adult life hates me for something I didn’t even do.

Chapter 32

Ethan

I’m thrown out on my ass with a message that my membership has been suspended and not to return.Not like I need this drama in my life anyway.Sleeping with a stripper is what got me into this mess in the first place. I’m too drunk to drive home, but at least it’s done. My brain and my heart war with one another, and I can’t keep up with the emotions swirling around inside of me. Although some of that might be the half a bottle of tequila I tossed back.

Dad told me he would stop sleeping with Addison and would bury the other information from the board; I just had to break up with her. Simple enough, right? Theonlygirl who I’ve felt anything for in my life, so let’s rip her away from me, too. Perfect ending for this fucked up night.

I remember mentioning my dad to her once, and she tensed up, didn’t even want to tell me about it. And now I know why. She was fucking him and didn’t want me to know about it. How can she be okay with doing that to me... to us?

I stare at my phone, the bright screen making it hard to read anything. I need to get my ass out of here. I can’t call Landry because Lia and Addy are friends. No way I want to be anywhere close to people she knows. I could try Cal, but I think he told me something about doing a photoshoot in Colombia or some shit like that. Who knows?

When you’re a workaholic, there aren’t many hours left in the day for friends, and after those two, I’m tapped out. I have a few other people I talk to, but none of them are local.God, this is so lame.I open my contacts and hover over my mom’s name. She always used to tell me, if I run into any problems, call her.

I hope that’s still true.

She answers after a few rings, her voice thick with sleep. “Ethan, are you okay, honey?”