Mister West by R.J. Lewis (animal farm read .TXT) 📕

I pause my strokes and let out a soft sigh. I feel a tad defeated, close to admission. “Aidan –”

“I like when you call me Mr West in public,” he cuts in, eyes roaming my face.

“Mr West.” I smile.

“Fuck, Ivy."

"Mister West," I repeat slowly, tasting his name on my tongue.

He lets out a deep sound from his throat. "Yes?”

He wants to know that I feel the same way he is feeling. He knows I feel it. Maybe he just wants that admission. He wants me to acknowledge it out loud.

Instead, I gently tear the gown off him. “You’re all done, Mr West.”

He gives me that slow spreading smile again. The one loaded with charm. Then he stands up.

I lead him to the front counter -- I can feel his eyes on my ass the whole way -- and do the standard procedure, telling him like I would any other customer, “Mattie will meet you at the register. If there’s anything else you’d like, you can ask her.”

He spins around to face me, appearing amused. “Is this a discard?”

Facing him, I take a few steps back like I’m busy and about to return to work. I keep the lollipop at the corner of my mouth as I reply, “This is farewell, for now.”

He takes a step closer, eyeing my mouth. “Not so fast.”

I stop, looking far more confident than I really am. But I’ve gotten to him. He looks so twisted up with want, it’s impossible to ignore. “Yes?”

He comes even closer. “I want to see you again, Ivy.”

“Sure. I think it’ll take a few weeks until your hair is in need of another trim –”

I stop talking when his hand reaches out. He takes the lollipop stick and gently pulls the candy from my mouth. It’s so abrupt, I don’t even feel it leaving my mouth. He doesn’t pause before placing it into his own mouth. My lips part in shock. He smirks at my expression.

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other sooner, Miss Montcalm.”

He turns away and reaches into his pocket. He throws a few hundred dollars down on the counter – the cut wasn’t more than forty bucks – and leaves.

A few minutes later I feel a buzz in my pocket. I reach for my phone and swipe the screen.

A.W.: I can taste you on this lollipop, Ivy Montcalm. You’re divine.

Aidan

I spin the lollipop in my mouth, smirking when I think of how surprised Ivy looked when I took it. The girl is fucking adorable. I’m having too much fun with her. I’m feeling the urge to go through her file. It’s sitting in my desk, and I need another hit of Ivy too-beautiful-it-hurts Montcalm.

Twenty minutes later I’m back at my office. I toss the finished lollipop in my secretary’s bin. Fran looks up from her laptop. When she sees me, she stands.

“Mr West,” she begins. “You have –”

“Not now,” I cut in, walking past her and into my office.

“But I must tell you –”

I slam my office door behind me and peel off my jacket. I’m just about to hang it up when I hear a familiar voice.

“Aidan.” The voice sounds breathless and deep. Once upon a time, that voice used to have blood rushing to my dick. Now it just makes my spine stiffen.

I turn around slowly.

“Nina,” I say, detached.

She’s sitting in my office chair, looking exactly as I remember. It feels like a day hasn’t gone by since I’ve seen her. Suddenly, everything comes rushing back in. The past hits me with full force. I stand still, laser focused on her, waiting for her to speak.

She runs a hand through her chin-length blonde hair and looks down into her lap for a quick moment. Her cheeks go crimson red. She looks shy. It was that shyness that drew me in, and she knows it.

She played me so well.

“How are you, Aidan?” she asks me, that voice growing tender. Her brown eyes look up to meet mine. “I missed you.”

“You missed me,” I repeat slowly.

“Aidan,” she bites her lip, looking anxious. “I want to talk.”

Now that the surprise of seeing her wears off, I move toward her. “There’s nothing to talk about, Nina.”

“We left on a bad foot.”

“Why aren’t you deepthroating that Russian fella you were running around with?”

She sucks in a breath. “Aidan –”

“Drop the innocent act, Nina, we all know you’re a fucking Pitbull when you want to be, alright? I’m not the Aidan you knew. Get the fuck off my chair.”

She appears panicked. “Aidan, I’m sorry about everything. I missed you. I missed the way we were.”

I fight a smile. “Yeah? Good for you, Nina, good for you.”

“Don’t act like you don’t miss me, too. You shut me out because I was with Edgar, but you and me weren’t exclusive! How many times did I beg for you to want more?”

I round the desk, grab the chair she’s sitting all comfy in and spin it around so that she’s facing me. She looks up at me as I bend down, staring her right in the eyes. My face is hard, cold. I let her take a moment to see all the rot in me. My empty shell stares back at her.

“Listen to me closely,” I tell her harshly, my voice low. “I didn’t shut you out because you were sucking some man’s cock, you silly little cunt. I shut you out because you were a toxic whore, and you knew how to play me. When we weren’t fucking like possessed zombies, we were snorting shit through our noses and you were stealing right from under me. You’re a dirty thief in a pretty package.”

Her eyes water. “You’re hurting my feelings, Aidan.”

I let out a hard laugh. “Stop playing the part. It’s not working on me. Go find another cock stupid enough to fall for your drama. Oh wait, you did find a cock, didn’t you? Edgar is his name, you said? Bet you burned that bridge,