Devil She Became (Devil's Angels Book 1)

by Autumn Raynne

  “So how in the world did you get such a fabulous place? I mean, I know you are doing well at your position as executive director of marketing, but come on, Reese. It doesn’t pay that well.” Reese giggled a bit from the vodka. “Harrison rented it for me.”

  Ashley hung her mouth open. “Seriously? Hey, are you one of those high-class escorts?”

  Reese gave her friend a playful smack. “No! He was my boyfriend. He is very wealthy.”

  Ashley’s eyes widened. “I see. Lucky you. He’s handsome and wealthy. So why’d you break up?”

  Reese’s blue eyes clouded over. “We… he… he’s married, Ashley. That’s why.”

  Ashley clucked her tongue. “Oh, that sucks. One of those kind of guys, huh? So were you like his mistress?”

  Reese shook her head. “Not really. We were in love, but he can’t leave his wife and kids. You know the whole family/reputation thing.” Reese looked down.

  Ashley nodded sympathetically. “I understand. Dating married men is hard. I mean, you know you shouldn’t do it and you will only get hurt in the end, but they are usually so attractive and giving. You just fall for it.”

  Reese stopped to order another drink. “Sounds like you speak from experience.”

  Ashley swirled the short straw in her drink. “I have dated a few married men. It never worked out.” She shrugged.

  “So are you seeing anyone now?” Reese took a shot of whiskey.

  Ashley downed her shot. “Sort of. There’s a guy I date pretty regularly, but we aren’t committed yet. I’m still having fun!” With that, she ordered another round of shots for them.

  “What about you? Are you still moping over this guy?” They clinked their shot glasses together and threw them back.

  Reese shook her head. “No. I don’t want to, but I love him, Ashley. More than anything… I can’t just forget him.”

  Ashley grabbed her shoulders. “Reese, you are fucking beautiful. You’re a natural blonde, tiny waist, big tits. I would kill for tits that big! And they’re natural and don’t sag. You were a model for God’s sake. Men fall at your feet everywhere. You don’t need this dumbass. Look around this bar… all these guys want you!” She gestured to the room full of people. Many of them were very handsome young men.

  Just then, Ashley reached out and grabbed a handsome young man of about twenty-five with sandy-colored hair. “Hey, do you think my friend is hot?” The young man was startled by the two gorgeous women talking to him.

  Looking Reese up and down, his eyes rested on her obviously ample cleavage peeking out of the top of the dress. “Hell yes,” he replied.

  Ashley turned to Reese. “See? Now go dance with him!” She took the glass from Reese’s hand and shoved her out on the dance floor with the man.

  “Hi, I’m Trevor. What’s your name?” Reese reluctantly began moving to the music with the young man.

  “I’m Reese.”

  Trevor looked down, entranced by her breasts shaking as she danced.

  “It’s great to meet you, Reese. You are definitely one beautiful girl.” He smiled at her, looking at her eyes this time.

  Trevor was good looking, but he was obviously immature. He lacked Harrison’s debonair, good looks and his arrogant swagger she so loved.

  As they continued to dance, they talked briefly.

  “Well, I need to get back to my friend. Nice meeting you.” Reese quickly walked back to Ashley, who was laughing.

  “Not funny, Ashley.”

  “Oh, yes it was. Did you see that guy? He couldn’t take his eyes off your boobs long enough to say hi!”

  Reese smacked Ashley on her arm. “Shut up! He was a kid!”

  Ashley was still in hysterics. “You looked so funny together! You all beautiful and polished, and he was this awkward kid peering down your dress.”

  “Not funny.” Reese gritted her teeth. “How about I pull some guy over here for you? How about that one with the carrot top?” She gestured to a lone young man with red curly locks.

  Ashley grimaced. “No, thank you.” Looking through the crowd, she noticed a tall, quite well built man with very dark hair. “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she murmured.

  Reese strained to see who she meant. Wow. The guy looked a lot like Harrison and was quite good looking.

  “Forget it. He’s probably married with six kids!” Reese turned away and sipped her drink.

  Ashley kept looking at the dark-haired man as he gazed back at her.

  “Oh, shit, Reese, I think he’s coming over here!”

  Reese spun around. Yes, he was making his way towards them. She quickly turned back around. “Quick, do you have lip gloss in your purse?”

  Ashley giggled. “Thought you weren’t interested?”

  Reese waved her hand at her. “Well, a little lip gloss never hurt.” Ashley fished out a tube of pink, Chanel gloss.

  Reese dabbed a bit on and fluffed her hair.

  “Hello. How are you beautiful ladies doing tonight?” The handsome stranger stood at the bar next to them.

  “Hi, I’m Ashley, and this is my friend, Reese.”

  He was even better looking close up. His eyes were hazel-like, a bit like Harrison’s. His hair was a very dark shade of brown, cut short and nicely styled. No gray or silver to his hair at all. He was nicely tanned. He was very tall like Harrison, about six-foot-four-inches, with nice, broad shoulders, but Harrison had more well-toned arms. On one hand, he wore a platinum pinky ring much like the ring Reese had tried to give Harrison for Christmas last year. No wedding ring. No tan line where a wedding ring should be. That was an excellent sign.

  “Pleased to meet you, ladies. I’m Clayton. Can I get you ladies a drink?”

  “Vodka tonic for us both,” Reese answered and shyly smiled at him. He sat down next to her.

  “So what are two beautiful girls like yourselves doing out tonight?”

  “Just catching up. Girls night, you know,” Ashley replied.

  God, he was so good looking. He was suave. He had a debonair air about him. He wore casual, but obviously expensive, pants and a dark-colored shirt. He was very polished in a way that appealed to Reese tremendously.

  Sipping their drinks, Clayton moved in a bit closer to Reese. “So tell me about yourself, beautiful.”

  Several drinks later, Reese found herself getting quite intoxicated. Ashley had all but passed out, leading to Clayton having the limo driver take her back to her hotel. Clayton persuaded Reese to stay with him and continue their conversation in a quiet, dark booth.

  “So, Reese, you used to model? Why did you ever quit?”

  Clayton pressed himself closer to her. Reese nodded. “I just… I just knew that I couldn’t model forever… so I wanted to do something I was good at.” Reese pulled back slightly from his strong, muscular arm, which was pressing into the side of her breast. She was getting drunker by the minute and trying desperately to focus her mental energy on making words come out of her mouth.

  “You’re not married, are you?” Reese had already asked him that question earlier, but in her inebriated state she had forgotten the answer.

  Clayton smiled, looking deep into her blue eyes. “No, I’m not. Wow, you must have really gotten burned by some married guy. That’s the third time you’ve asked me.”

  Reese smiled weakly. He kept her locked in his hypnotic gaze. She knew he was trying to seduce her, but in her weakened state, she found him hard to resist.

  “What do you do?” Reese asked, trying hard to maintain focus.

  Clayton laughed. “You have definitely had enough to drink.” He reached over and took her glass away. “Another question you’ve asked already, but to answer you again, I am a software developer.”

  Reese nodded. Her head kept waving back and forth slightly.

  “Oh, honey… here, drink this water. We need to sober you up.” Clayton handed her a glass of ice water.

  Reese sipped gratefully and tried to keep her mind straight.

  “
Did you drive yourself here, or did you come with your friend?” Clayton inquired, seeing that Reese was in no condition to drive.

  “No. We came together in Ashley’s limo.” Reese looked around, wondering how she would get home.

  “Where do you live? I can give you a ride, beautiful.” Clayton helped her get her jacket on.

  “I live a few blocks up from here, I think.” She giggled a bit. “On North Michigan. A penthouse…”

  Clayton whistled. “Wow. You must be quite successful, Reese. How about you give me the address and I will just put it in my GPS?”

  Reese nodded. Clayton helped her stand up as she wobbled on her five-inch heels.

  They walked out to Clayton’s car, which was a black Porsche. He eased Reese into the seat.

  “Wow. This is a really nice car,” she said as they sped away from the curb.

  “Yep. It’s a 911 Turbo S. It was a gift to myself when I got my latest promotion.”

  As they zipped along, Clayton ran his hand up her bare thigh. Reese moaned softly. It had been so long since she had felt a man’s hands on her.

  When they reached her building, Reese was already hot and panting. Clayton turned to her and gently kissed her as he stroked her thighs.

  His hand slid further up her leg to find her panties wet. Reese groaned. This excited Clayton as he began to kiss her with passionate abandon. He was all over her. His tongue was thrusting deep into her mouth, choking her. Nothing like Harrison, she thought. She threw her head back as he kissed her neck, licking and biting at her. “Oh,” she whispered. His other hand was squeezing her left breast. Finally, he arrived at her cleavage. He ripped open her dress and pulled her breasts out of her red satin bra. Clayton’s lips found that her nipples were already hard. He kept flicking them back and forth between his teeth as Reese groaned with pleasure. He was squeezing her breasts together amazed at their size and firmness. He reached around and unhooked her bra. With her now completely topless, he could feast his eyes on her magnificent breasts.

  “Damn, are these real?” he asked, kneading them in his hands.

  “Of course.” She rolled her eyes. Everyone always asked her that.

  “They feel real. They are just really big for such a petite girl. And so firm.” He kept massaging them as he sucked on her nipples.

  “That feels so good,” she murmured, curling her fingers in his dark silky hair. Feeling his breath hot on her body, she couldn’t stop thinking of Harrison. This wasn’t anything like being with him. It felt so good to be held and caressed by a man, but this was just…

  Suddenly, his mouth found her sex, and his tongue gently began probing her core. No, this isn’t right. It’s not Harrison. This was going too far. She began to push him off.

  “Clayton, stop. Enough!” Sensing she was losing the mood, Clayton tried to get her out of the car.

  “Let me take you upstairs, Reese. You are in no condition to make it into your building safely. I will leave as soon as I get you upstairs. Promise.” He grinned at her. Reese pulled her top up as he went around the car to sweep her up in his strong arms.

  Just as he’d promised, he delivered Reese to her apartment. “Wow. What a place.” He whistled as he walked around.

  Reese was getting herself a drink of water when he came up behind her.

  Clayton’s hands began caressing her shoulders as he gently kissed her neck. He inhaled her sweet perfume. This girl was so beautiful. He felt her silky blonde hair against his cheek and he reached around to feel her full breasts. He felt her inhale sharply. Reese squirmed as she resisted the pleasure he was giving her. He rubbed her nipples until they tingled, and despite herself, she was quite aroused. Feeling his hardness against her ass, she tried to pull away. Suddenly, he pulled her red panties to the side in a quick, savage motion and shoved himself inside her.

  “Stop!” she cried out and tried to push him away, but her efforts to resist him were ineffectual. As he began thrusting in and out, she reluctantly began to let her carnal desires overtake her.

  Not like Harrison. Not at all.

  ********

  As the morning sunlight poured in, Reese felt like her head was being crushed. She rolled out of her bed and went to take ibuprofen. When she returned to her bed, she noticed she was completely nude and there was a business card on her pillow.

  Clayton Goldman

  Executive Vice President

  TGI Software Development

  It listed his phone number and email address. On the back he had written, Thanks, beautiful, for a great time. Call me anytime. I would love to see you again. Her head reeling, she sat down on her bed. What? She had slept with this guy? Oh, my God. How much had she drank last night? She hardly remembered getting home. Reese crushed the business card and threw it away. No matter who he was, she didn’t want to see him again.

  Reese pulled on a tank top and shorts and returned to bed. Rubbing her temples, her phone rang. It was Ashley.

  “Hey girl, thanks for leaving me last night!”

  Ashley laughed. “So how was he? He was so hot!”

  “You remember him? I don’t recall much.”

  “Hell yes. Well, I remember what he looked like, but not much else. I woke up in my hotel room and had to go to that fucking meeting with a killer headache. Ugh. So did you fuck him?”

  Typical Ashley. Tactless. “Yeah, I think I did. I woke up a while ago with his business card on my pillow.”

  Ashley roared. “Too funny! So he said he had a great time, right? Call him. He’s hot.”

  Reese laughed. “I don’t think so. I slept with this guy and hardly remember him. I do recall he had a Porsche of some kind though.”

  “See, there you go. He’s rich too! God, you have all the luck.”

  “Nooooo. I’m not interested… maybe if I had been sober, and we hadn’t slept together already…”

  “Oh, Reese, lighten up. Have some fun. What are you going to do with yourself?”

  “I don’t know.” She sagged down in her bed.

  “You are so beautiful and smart. Go back to work. Fuck Harrison. If he wants to stay with his old ball and chain that’s no reason for you to throw your life away. It’s his fucking loss.” Ashley’s voice was thick with frustration.

  Reese nodded.

  “I have to get back into that stupid meeting. I will call you later, girl. Go sleep it off. And then go out! Meet more guys!”

  “Ok, okay…”

  “Oh, and, Reese? One more thing…”

  “What?”

  “Go over to that mantle right now and throw that picture away!”

  Reese clicked the phone off. Crawling out of her bed, she walked over to the picture. She traced her long nails over it. They were so happy then. Damn him. Damn her. She threw the picture across the room with all her might where it crashed against the doorframe, shattering the glass.

  ******

  A familiar buzzing sound alerted Harrison. Looking at his phone, he saw it was Reese texting again. Can we just talk? Please? Sitting at his desk, he looked at the phone for the longest time. He sighed. How he missed her. He didn’t just miss the sex – that was a huge part of it – but he missed laughing with her, being with her, just hearing her voice. Many times, he had driven by her building, seeing her car parked out front and wanting to go in and talk with her. Every time he drank his daily coffee, he thought of her drinking her lattes. He smiled to himself thinking of that.

  Finally, he typed back I’m sorry, Reese. Don’t think it’s a good idea. Please understand. Hope you are well. Harrison bit his lip and leaned back in his chair.

  Why are you so mean to me? You are such an asshole.

  Reading her text, he tossed his phone on the floor. She just didn’t get it.

  Chapter 12

  Looking through Indeed for jobs, Reese applied for several positions. She was tired of living in this place if he wasn’t coming back. It had been almost four months since they had seen each other. Following Ashley and her mother�
�s advice, she was getting ready to move on, at least in her career. She had had several promising interviews. She had packed up all the pictures she’d had of him around her apartment and had put them in a box. Reese had also begun looking at other places to live as well, but before she could move on completely, there was one more thing she had to do.

  Slipping on Harrison’s favorite red lacy bra and matching thong, she put on a pair of red five-inch Louboutin heels. Making sure her makeup was perfect, she brushed her long blonde hair into loose, soft curls. Reese then sprayed on his favorite perfume. Sliding on her gray fox coat, she walked out the door.

  Walking down the corridor of the huge office building, Reese attracted many stares with her good looks and very high heels. She was so excited she could hardly breathe.

  As the elevator stopped at the top floor, she opened a huge glass door that read Grantham, Grantham, & Collier, PC.

  An attractive young brunette stopped her at the door. “May I help you?”

  “Yes, I am here to see Harrison Grantham.”

  “Who may I ask is here?”

  She smiled. “Tell him an old friend.”

  The receptionist went back into Harrison’s office. “He will see you now.”

  Reese was almost giddy. Her high heels clicked as she walked back to see him. She marveled at the opulence of his office. She had never been here before.

  She opened, stepped through and softly closed the door. Harrison didn’t even look up. He was reading something on his desk. “Yes, may I help you?”

  She strode directly to his desk. Dropping her coat to the floor, she uttered “You could say that.”

  Instantly, he looked up as he heard her voice. “Reese!”

  Smiling, Reese stood before him wearing nothing but her red lacy, push-up bra, thong and high heels. Stunned, Harrison nearly fell out of his chair.

  “Reese,” he said, standing up and going over to her.

  Reese kept still, her breasts heaving with so much excitement they nearly popped out of her bra. “It’s really you…” Harrison’s hands felt like fire on her soft flesh. He stroked her shoulders and arms as shivers raced through her body. Her panties were instantly soaked at his touch.