Your Dad's Perfect (Ruby) novel Chapter 8

Knocking on the window, I watched her open it.

"You were ages. I tried calling. Did his daddy apologise for his son being an asshole?"

"Like you wouldn't know." She tilts her head and gets out. I watch as she puts on the mask.

"What did that mean?" She hooks her arm through mine, and we walk in; she leans in and sniffs me before feeling my hair. "Oh no, you didn't fuck his dad as revenge did you?" She laughs and looks at me. "You did?"

"No! I didn't fuck him or use him for revenge." I walk to the bar and order a drink, her eyes staying fixed on me.

"You did something. What happened?" She looks at me, waiting. Standing, I explain what happened, and her eyes widen.

"His dad?" She stares at me.

"He's actually really fucking hot. Like, unbelievably hot. So yes."

Her eyes almost come out of their sockets. "His dad!"

All I can do is nod. "I think I regret it now. At the time, though, my body was exploding with pleasure, and it wanted him, so when he told me to say no, I didn't."

God, what did I do? It was Jake's dad! Of course, everyone is going to think that was for revenge, but it wasn't. Oliver was for revenge, his dad? Well, that was for me.

We walk around the club, it's amazing, surely this would be a safe place to find someone to have fun with? I mean, there's contracts and shit.

Rules that must be followed. I stand holding the whip, tangling it around my fingers.

"I have to say, I'm glad we came here." Bex smiles, and I nod.

"It is an amazing place." If only I had someone to use it with. I'm not sure I'm comfortable signing up to use it with a random guy, even if they are all vetted beforehand. My body leans against the bar as we talk.