A Million Dirty Secretes

3. RUB-A-DUB-DUB

Jisoo

I awoke the next morning, my body still heavy with sleep, my dick hard as a fucking rock and wedged between something warm and soft. My hand was cupped around something unmistakably feminine and perky, and I squeezed it to make sure it was real. I hate fake tits, and even though I had seen Lalisa's through the scrap of fabric she'd been wearing at the club—and then really saw them when I made her strip for me last night—you just never knew for sure until you felt them. The cosmetic surgery industry was making progress in leaps and bounds, but they could never compare to a perfect set of real tits in your hands.

And make no mistake about it: these were real and undeniably perfect.

I ran my thumb over her nipple, thoroughly enjoying the way it pebbled under my touch. Lalisa might have a mouth on her—boy, did she ever have a mouth on her—but I suspected that once she'd experienced my touch, she'd use that mouth to beg me for more rather than to see how many of my buttons she could push in a single breath.

Regretfully I climbed out of bed, and it didn't escape my notice that Lalisa groaned in protest. She was still in a deep sleep and likely didn't realize what she was doing. Had she been awake, I'm sure she would've been relieved.

That fact should've made me feel like an asshole—after all, I, a perfect stranger, was making her do things she didn't really want to do—but she was the one who'd signed on for this. Besides, there were indications that she quite possibly liked being forced to unleash the sexual beast that she'd kept hidden away all of her life. I'd seen the look in her eyes when she had my cock in her mouth last night. She loved it, which was a good thing, because I planned on sticking my cock there a whole lot more.

I trudged to the bathroom and ran a hot bath in my oversized Jacuzzi. It would be the first time I'd used it since I had found them there.

I was the primary shareholder of my father's company, Scarlet Lotus. My mother, Elizabeth, who had been a Buddhist, had named the company. The lotus flower starts as a seed in the mud beneath a body of water and gradually grows upward until it reaches the surface to bloom. The colour red symbolizes love, passion, compassion, and all matters of the heart. My father felt the name suited the company well. Scarlet Lotus was where people could bring their unique ideas—ideas that were near and dear to their hearts, but which they just didn't have the capital to bring to fruition—and watch them grow until they blossomed. For a portion of the proceeds, Scarlet Lotus helped them do just that. My mother had insisted that the company give back to the community, and so charity work had become just as much a part of what we did as idea development.

My parents had died in a car accident almost six years ago, leaving everything to me: the money, the house, and all the shares of the company that my father had owned. None of it could ever begin to replace them, and I was nowhere near deserving.

My father's partner, Harrison Stone, had retired three years ago and handed over all of his stock to his only child, David. David and I had been the best of friends while growing up. With our parents' success, it was nearly impossible to tell who was befriending you because they genuinely liked you and who was just sucking up to you because of the money. David and I had learned the hard way that we could only depend on each other. We were always getting into trouble, spurring each other on to do the most ridiculous stunts. Of course, our parents always cleaned up our messes; they couldn't have the heirs of the Scarlet Lotus fortune all over the tabloids. It would have been very bad for business. Plus we'd be running the company someday, and no one in their right mind would put their valuable ideas in the hands of a couple of punks with a reputation for screwing up.

I'd just never thought I'd be twenty-two and fresh out of college when my day came. David had already been shadowing his father by that point and really learning the ropes. Together we were invincible, and we quickly became the talk of the business world. When we became partners, like our fathers, we already knew we were a good fit.