  &quot;Come on, miele … We're going to be late.&quot; Jake is harassing me from outside the bathroom door. It's been a day of lazing in bed, food, and movies, but now he's rushing me to get dressed up to meet friends for his brother's birthday. The plan is to all meet up at a nightclub called Top of the Standard. Apparently one of the most exclusive clubs you can find in New York city. It didn't take much for Jake to swing entry for two dozen of Arrick's friends and closest family members.
      &quot;Well, seeing as you gave me zero warning, I'm doing the best I can.&quot; I pout, finally emerging in a black, strapless cocktail dress that is tight and short, gold high heels, and a gold clutch, I've made up my face with nude lips and a smoky dark eye shadow that Leila showed me a few weeks back on the boat. My hair is its usual loose, tousled waves in a side parting.
      &quot;Wow, si

  &quot;What? He knew you would be here though?&quot; I'm beyond perplexed, seems I have given him more due than he deserves.
      &quot;Exactly! Fuck him. Fuck men.&quot; She slides up as Jake approaches with two pink cocktails oozing with sparkly decorations. Leila reaches up and kisses him on the cheek as he slides one into her hand and then dips down and puts mine on the table. He slides in beside me and drapes an arm around the back of my chair as Leila stands, watching us and downing half the drink in one go. I think she's deliberately turning her back on the scene of Hunter and his date dancing nearby. It's pretty obvious they are hooking up tonight.
      I could literally kick him in the face right now.
      &quot;I'll be back in a bit.&quot; She smiles and takes off toward the far side of the club with drink in hand and I sense Jake frowning at me.
      &quot;Is she okay?&qu

  Jake moves off me and flops down on his back, his skin damp with perspiration much like mine. There's a subtle smell of male sweat which only turns me on more, proof of his exertion in the last few hours erupting in multiple orgasms.
      &quot;Told you the second time would be slow.&quot; He grins at me but I'm too tired to move. I feel like I've just run a marathon. My breathing is labored and my body tingling and heavy. I could sleep for a week. The clock on the bedside tells me it's almost 5.00 a.m. and we've been awake since we got home just before two.
      &quot;We will never get up for work.&quot; I laugh. If I fall asleep now, I won't get up for hours. He's exhausted me again, despite my long office nap.
      &quot;That's okay, because we're not going.&quot; He points out, his eyes coming to rest on mine.
      &quot;Why?&quot; This slacking off work is getting to be a bad 

&quot;Come on, miele … We're going to be late.&quot; Jake is harassing me from outside the bathroom door. It's been a day of lazing in bed, food, and movies, but now he's rushing me to get dressed up to meet friends for his brother's birthday. The plan is to all meet up at a nightclub called Top of the Standard. Apparently one of the most exclusive clubs you can find in New York city. It didn't take much for Jake to swing entry for two dozen of Arrick's friends and closest family members.
      &quot;Well, seeing as you gave me zero warning, I'm doing the best I can.&quot; I pout, finally emerging in a black, strapless cocktail dress that is tight and short, gold high heels, and a gold clutch, I've made up my face with nude lips and a smoky dark eye shadow that Leila showed me a few weeks back on the boat. My hair is its usual loose, tousled waves in a side parting.
      &quot;Wow, si è assolutamente sorprendente, bambina.&quot; He exclaims, the look on his face telling me that it's

Chapter 61