Flesh: Part Seven (The Flesh Series Book 7)

Flesh

Part Seven

SKY CORGAN

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CHAPTER ONE

"Morning,
sunshine." I stare at Janice as she emerges from the hallway. My
night was sleepless, and a good portion of my morning has been spent
waiting on the sofa for her to wake up. I haven't even been able to
concentrate on the television. My mind has been too focused on what
she said last night about Lucian's troubled past, wondering what she
meant.

She holds the sides
of her head, her hair a bushy mess. "Make the room stop
spinning."

"That's what
you get for drinking a rainbow." I have no sympathy for her.
She's old enough to know better than to drink that much when she has
to work the next day.

"I was having
fun," she huffs before throwing herself down on the sofa beside
me. "Now go get me some water."

"Yes, your
majesty." I stand and take an exaggerated bow before heading to
the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water. When I return and hand it
to her, she continues holding her head with one hand as she grabs the
glass and chugs it down.

"That's
probably going to come back up," she warns.

I pull the hair tie
out of my hair and hand it to her. I'm not interested in watching her
puke some more.

She scowls but takes
the hair tie from me, quickly pulling her hair up into a bun and
wincing every few seconds as she does. I can only imagine how her
head is pounding.

"This is
probably only going to make the headache worse," she whines.

"Well, I hope
it was worth it."

"It was."
A big grin curls her lips though it swiftly transforms into a grimace
when the pain hits her again.

"So, about last
night." I sit down and pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my
arms around them. "You said that your Sir had some information
on Lucian."

"I did?"
She arches an eyebrow at me.

“
You
did.”

Don't tell me she
doesn't remember. Maybe I should have shaken her harder last night.
Even if she would have slurred the information to me, at least I
would have had it.

Janice presses her
hand to her temple, closing her eyes. "To be honest, I don't
remember much from last night after my scene with Sir. We finished
things up in the dungeon, and then he took me upstairs to hang out
with his friends. People were buying me drinks left and right. I
haven't had access to that much free alcohol in a long time, so I
took advantage of it."

I sigh, "I
suppose I can't blame you. I probably wouldn't have been able to
control myself either." My mind goes back to being in Lucian's
limo and wishing he would have offered me a drink. I'm amazed that
the only thing I had to drink all night was the wine that Janice and
I shared before we went to Fleshfest.

"My memory
after that is a blur." Janice turns to me and pouts. "I'm
sorry I don't remember what Sir said about Blue Eyes."

My shoulders slump
in defeat. "It's alright. Maybe I'll just ask him about it
later."

"So, you're
going to see him again?"

I can't help but
smirk at how little she remembers. We discussed this last night.

"Yes, I'm going
to see him again. He's still my client, remember?"

"Oh, yeah."
She turns back around to face the television. "Did you guys have
fun after you left?"

"Sort of. Not
really." Unpleasant emotions flood me as I think of the amazing
time I had with Lucian and how he ruined it with his cruel words. "He
seduced me again, and then he basically just told me that his only
interest in me is sexual. Same shit, different setting."

"To be honest,
Amy, he looks like bad news," her voice is all seriousness. "I
mean, yeah, he's hot, but that's part of the problem. I remember that
girl being on his lap. It turns out that she was his teacher in the
lifestyle." She screws her face as if she's confused. "I'm
not sure if she was his Domme at one point, but they did have a very
close relationship. I got the impression that they still do. Anyway,
what I'm trying to say is that, judging from the way that he's
treated you, and seeing him at Flesh, I just don't think he's the
right guy for you."

"I don't
either." I shake my head, feeling my heart grow heavy.

It wasn't the
information I had hoped to hear, but it was a new tidbit about
Lucian, no less. My suspicions are pretty much confirmed. Between
seeing that woman sitting on his lap and the way that he looked at,
and spoke to Janice, it's now crystal clear to me that he's a hoebag.
The only reason he even wanted me to come to Fleshfest was so that he
could try to keep me interested enough so that I'd still have sex
with him. I'm onto him now though. There's no way I'm going to allow
myself to continue to be a part of whatever little harem he has going
on. It's over between us.

***

Somehow, Janice
manages to drag herself to work. I have no idea how she does it.
After spending most of the morning puking, all I would want to do is
crawl into bed and go back to sleep. Not her though. Perhaps she
feels guilty for calling in the night before. Whatever the reason,
she forces down some food, pops some Tylenol, and throws on her
uniform before trudging out the door for the night.

I sit on the sofa
with my head turned towards the door for a few seconds before I
return my attention to the television. It looks like it's going to be
a nice long night of relaxing. Tomorrow is a holiday, so I don't have
to work. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to have a drink or two, not that I
typically enjoy drinking alone. I feel like I lost out last night by
not having a few cocktails. I was so focused on Lucian the whole time
that I never really allowed myself to relax and have fun except when
we were at the liquid latex booth.

I screw my face at
the thought of how different Lucian acted when we were at that booth
together. It was the first time I'd ever really seen him relax—not
be such an uptight prick. Well, he was playful when he took my camera
from me the first night we slept together too, but that was
different, somehow. There was no immediate expectation of sex from
his flirting at Fleshfest. Or was there? I did sleep with him in the
limo, after all.

I draw my hand up to
my forehead. Trying to decode his actions is giving me a headache,
and I don't want to think about him anymore. There's no point. Lucian
Reddick is bad for me. Not only is he infatuated with being a
Dominant, but he also obviously sleeps around. If I reject him, he'll
have me replaced within a week, I'd bet. It's an upsetting thought,
but I know it's for the best. I want a sweet guy who will romance me
and chase after me and who I can trust. Lucian is none of those
things. He has his sweet moments, but they're fleeting, and his sheer
douchebaggery overshadows them tenfold. I doubt he'd know romance if
it hit him in the face. And the most he's chased me so far is from
his dining room to his bedroom. He's pressured me for sex time and
time again, and there's no emotional reward afterward. Only pain.

He's best forgotten,
at least for the rest of the weekend, and there would be no better
way to do that than to fuel myself with alcohol and immerse myself in
whatever is on television. Not romance though. Not tonight.

I head to the
kitchen to see what kind of liquor we have. My options are tequila
and rum. The tequila only has about three shots left in the bottle,
but the rum is halfway full. Then I check the refrigerator to see
what kind of mixers we have. I scowl when I realize that we're out of
sweet and sour. Just seeing the bottle of tequila made me crave a
margarita. I'm too lazy to go to the store though and pick up more
sweet and sour. Luckily, we have some pineapple juice. Rum and
pineapple juice is the next best thing.

I make myself a
drink and curl up on the sofa. There's a Futurama marathon on, so I
decide to watch that. I could use something lighthearted and funny
after all of the drama I've been dealing with.

I'm about three
episodes in when I hear a knock on the door. My shoulders slump, and
I groan. It's a solicitor, most likely. They tend to circle around
our apartment like buzzards on a carcass during the weekends. I've
been meaning to post a No Soliciting sign on our door, but I keep
forgetting to pick one up every time I go to the store.

For a moment, I
think about not answering, but then I remember it's Girl Scout cookie
season. Last year, they came to our apartment, and I stocked up. If
I'm lucky, it will be a Girl Scout. It probably isn't though.

Deciding to take a
chance, I pull myself off of the sofa and look through the peephole.
My face breaks into a smile when I see who is standing on the other
side.

"Derrick!"
I say his name with all the enthusiasm I'm feeling as I open the
door. Hopefully, now I don't have to drink alone.

"Buttercup!"
He mirrors my excitement.

"What are you
doing here?" My eyes scan down his body to the plastic bags he's
holding in each hand.

"We never
really celebrated getting the Reddick contract." He lifts the
bags up, and I can see that there are two bottles of wine in one of
them.

"Man after my
own heart." I press my palm against my chest.

"I'm glad
you're home." He steps inside and heads for the kitchen. "I
was a bit worried about coming over without calling first, but I
wanted it to be a surprise."

"It's a very
pleasant surprise. I was drinking alone, and you know how much fun
that is." I roll my eyes and follow him into the kitchen,
watching as he sets the bags on the counter and begins unpacking
them. Inside is an assortment of fruits, cheeses, meats, crackers,
and chocolate.

"Do you have a
tray I can put this stuff on?" He begins rummaging through the
cupboards.

"Yeah. Over
here." I open the cupboard nearest the door and pull out a
plastic platter for him to put the food on. He takes it from me and
immediately goes to work setting up our snacks.

"Should the
wine go in the fridge?" I peel the plastic bag from the bottles.
They're both chilled, so that answers my question. I put one in the
refrigerator and grab a corkscrew from the drawer to open the other
one.

"I tried to
come over last night, but you were gone," he mentions though he
doesn't ask where I was.

I know the question
isn't lingering far behind, so I decide to answer on my own. "Yeah.
Janice and I went out."

"Where'd you
go?" He leans back so I can get some wine glasses out of the
cabinet.

"I kind of
don't want to tell you," I admit, shifting my weight.

He stops cutting up
the block of cheese he's working on and gives me a disappointed look.
"Late night with Reddick?"

"Yes and no."
I quirk my head to the side, not wanting to meet his gaze. "I
told you that Janice was there."

"Did he ask for
a threesome?"

"Derrick!"
I gasp, leaning over to elbow him in the side.

"What? I get
the impression that wouldn't be a too far-fetched thing to expect
from him." He looks genuinely offended by my shock.