30 Days (Morgan Family Series Book 1)

by J. L. Leslie

  “Yeah. It’s nothing.”

  I sit back down in my chair and start unbuckling my pants. Her gaze flashes down to my hands and she watches me free my hardening cock. I look down at it and then back at her. To solidify what our arrangement is, I pull an asshole move. I almost regret it the moment it’s out of my mouth. Almost.

  “Suck my dick before you go.”

  Chapter 9

  Memphis

  I text Anniston back and tell her I’m using the song she sent me. I always do. I also tell her if she worried about her grades as much as she worried about finding me stage songs, she’d be a straight A student. She sends me a sad face emoji.

  “My college boy is back tonight.” Leah brags. “I think I’d fuck him for free.” I stifle a grin.

  “Guess who’s with him?” Stacy smiles. “The hottie from Big Ben’s.”

  “Really.” I deadpan. Shit.

  Honestly, it annoys me that Cameron came here tonight. He was a total ass to me earlier today. He treated me like trash. He treated me like a whore. Which in all honesty, is what I am to him. Just because he’s Cameron Morgan doesn’t mean he should treat me that way. God, I should’ve known he’d be one of the names in Morgan, Quinley, and Sloan.

  “Maybe he’ll get a private dance.” she adds. “Then a private fuck.” Leah chimes in.

  “Don’t think so.” I say, annoyed.

  He’s been getting plenty of that. Every day he calls me and tells me to come over. Every night I show up at his apartment after my shift. I undress in the elevator and we fuck. He pushes my limits more than I thought I could handle. I’m starting to crave his hand smacking my ass, his dirty commands, his bites to my nipples. I’m starting to crave him.

  Then today, he reminded me what I was to him. A whore. Meant to pleasure him. That’s it.

  I look in the mirror and make sure everything is perfect with my red wig tonight. I’ve worn the blonde and brunette wig the past couple of weeks. I’m back to red tonight. Suits my mood.

  I’m wearing a sexy white negligee and sheer white bra and panties underneath. I hear my name announced and I walk onto the stage. “Pillow Talk” starts and I mentally thank Anniston for finding me great songs. Even though she should be studying.

  The sexy slow beat is easy to grind and roll my hips to. The lyrics are dirty and sexy. The men love it. I dip and roll, slowly exposing my skin until I see some cash being thrown out. I toss the negligee to the side of the stage. I do all the tricks, rub my breasts together, touch myself. Anything I can do to get the money on the stage.

  When I see Cameron watching me, I avoid his stare. This isn’t about him right now. For once, it’s about me. I finish my dance and pick my money up off the stage. I go back to the dressing room and put my money away. I put my bra and negligee back on before heading back out.

  I go to my designated area and start walking around. My job is to be available to anyone interested in a private dance. Talk to the men. Make them feel comfortable. Make them feel wanted.

  I’m also to inform waitresses of any tables that have empty drinks and to even ask men if they want to order drinks. The more the men drink, the more money they spend.

  I see Isla in my area and annoyance overwhelms me. I slowly approach her and the table of men she’s talking to. I kindly wrap my arm around her waist and ask the gentlemen to excuse us a moment.

  “I know Vincent has talked with you. I’m doing you a favor by telling you this.

  You’re in my area. Your area stops two tables over. Please be respectful of the other women that work here. We’re all trying to make a living.”

  “I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.” she apologizes. I don’t really care if it’s genuine or not, but she goes back to her area. That’s all that matters to me.

  I go back to the table and ask if any of the men need anything. One of them wants a private dance.

  When we’re done, I come back and go back to working the floor. I hear whistling and catcalling. I look towards the table it’s coming from and nearly groan. Cameron. He’s sitting silently while his friends are calling me over.

  “Hi, gentleman. I’m Amber. Do you need anything?” I ask, politely. “How much for a private dance?” one of them asks.

  “It’s one hundred dollars.” I answer. I keep my gaze coolly fixed on the man in front of me. I can feel Cameron’s eyes on me, but I don’t let my gaze waver.

  “Go with her.” the man says, nudging his friend. “Right this way.”

  As I turn, I glance down at Cameron and his jaw is clenched in anger. I’m tempted to offer the man another dancer, but I don’t. This is my job and what Cameron and I are doing is just a job too. I’m getting paid for both.

  Cameron

  I watch Memphis walk away with Weston and anger rages through me. I knew I shouldn’t have come here tonight. I toss back the drink in front of me and try to focus on something else. I can’t think of him being back there with her. Her ass moving against him. Her touching her tits in front of him.

  “Maybe I should just ask for her.” Rhys comments. He anxiously looks around the room, fiddling his thumbs. He’s not his usual laid back self. He’s seems jumpy. On high alert.

  I roll my eyes. “Quit being a pussy about a fucking stripper. She probably doesn’t even remember you.”

  “Oh, she remembers me. Trust me.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Go ask for her then.”

  He keeps looking around the room, but doesn’t make a move to go ask for the woman he’s here for.

  “I’m going home.”

  “You’re a buzzkill.” he gripes. “Hey, Weston’s coming back.”

  “Fuck me! That was great!” he brags, the alcohol in his system allowing him to loosen up from his normal shy self. “She is…oh my God…I thought I was gonna nut in my pants.”

  Rhys laughs, but I feel myself narrowing my eyes at him. Before I do something stupid, I turn and walk away. I go to the bar and order a shot of tequila. I down it and order another.

  “Can’t find a waitress! Table twelve wants shots of tequila!”

  I don’t look over at her. I know I should just go home and wait for her to come to me. That’s what I should do.

  “I want a private dance.”

  “I’m working.” she bites out. She takes the tray of drinks and I watch her deliver them to a table.

  I go to her and tell her again that I want a private dance. She huffs, grabs my hand, and then walks towards the private area. I follow her into the empty room and close the door behind me. She stands beside the pole with her arms crossed.

  “Can anyone see us?” I ask.

  “I would have to turn the cameras off.” “Turn them off.” She doesn’t move. “Please.”

  She makes me wait a couple more minutes before she goes to the door and presses a few buttons on the keypad.

  “I’m not dancing for you.” she informs me. “You were a complete ass earlier.”

  I stalk towards her and she holds her ground. Her arms are crossed over the soft silk of the negligee. I can see the sheer material of her bra peeking out of the top.

  “I want to take you to a special dinner Sunday night.” I confess. Her brows furrow. “I’ll have to buy you a nice dress. Can I do that?”

  “I…um…”

  “Consider it part of your job, Memphis.”

  I don’t let her answer. I brush my lips over hers and start backing her towards the wall. Her hands rest on my chest. I tug the straps of her negligee down and kiss her nipples through the sheer material.

  “Did you like dancing for my friend?” I ask. Her response is a moan. “Did

  you?”

  “No, Cameron.”

  I suck her nipple to a hard peak through the material and then bite it, making

  her gasp. I fumble in my wallet for a condom. She doesn’t tell me to stop. I knew she wouldn’t. I unbuckle my pants and shove them and my boxers to the floor.

  “Did he make you wet?” I ask, teasing her core through he
r panties. “No…” she gasps.

  I tear open the foil packet and sheath myself. I lift Memphis in my arms and brace her against the wall. I pull her panties to the side and part her folds with the head of my dick.

  “Are you wet now?” I ask her. She doesn’t respond. “Are you wet for me, Memphis?”

  “Yes, Cameron. I’m wet now.” she whispers.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Memphis?” I ask against her lips. She gazes into my eyes, trying to refuse to answer me. I ask her a second time, pushing just the head of my dick inside her warmth.

  “Yes, please. Please fuck me, Cameron.”

  I ease into her, cupping her ass with my hands.

  “This is my pussy for a little while longer.” I inform her, plunging deep. “I don’t want anyone else near it.”

  “Okay.” she mumbles. “Faster… go faster.”

  I rock into her, picking up speed. She tightens her legs around me and moans my name as she comes.

  “Fuck!” I come hard moments after, slamming her hard against the wall. She doesn’t complain. She doesn’t say a word. I breathe heavily against her lips as she stares at me. I lower her to the floor without giving her any answers that her searching eyes are looking for.

  I pull the condom off and as gross as it is, tie it and shove it into my pocket. I see the smirk on her face. I laugh a little as we both head to the door.

  “No need to come by after your shift. I’ll call you tomorrow about dress shopping.”

  Chapter 10

  Memphis

  Despite Cameron’s insistence that I be picked up at my apartment, I stood my ground and called a cab to pick me up. I don’t recognize the store that I’m dropped off at, but I’m not surprised. I’ve never shopped here and doubt I ever will again. I stand outside and wait for him.

  “You’re Memphis!”

  I eye the woman approaching me, but have no idea who she is or how she knows my name. Long, black hair and dark eyes. No clue.

  “I’m sorry, do I know you?” I ask.

  “My brother sent me to help you pick out a dress. I’m Blake.” she explains and holds out her hand.

  I shake it and return her smile. She looks at me expectantly. “And you are?”

  “Memphis.” I give her a strange look, thinking she already knew that.

  “Haha. I mean, I know I called you the song or whatever. What’s your name

  though?”

  “Really, it’s Memphis.” I laugh.

  “I knew Cameron knew you. There was no way in hell he was going to make a spectacle of himself like that for some stranger. He rarely makes a spectacle of himself for people he knows. Come with me. We’ll find the perfect dress.”

  I liked her immediately. While we shopped, she dished on Cameron, her job, and her boyfriend. She was a real chatterbox. I barely had to speak at all. It was a relief. I didn’t really like talking about myself. She talked enough for the both of us.

  “I think this is the one.” she comments, eyeing me up and down. “Simple, which is what we want. I mean, it’s just dinner.”

  I look at the black cocktail dress in the mirror and smooth my hands over the front. The price tag catches my attention and I balk.

  “Memphis, there is no need to try to dissuade me. My mind is made up. You’re getting this dress.” she informs me. “Now we need shoes.”

  I balk on the price of the shoes too, but Blake shushes me. Then she wants to buy jewelry!

  “I don’t think this is what Cameron had in mind. He said I was supposed to get a dress.” I complain. “I’m not getting jewelry!”

  I cross my arms and don’t follow her to the jewelry counter. She cocks her eyebrow at me and pulls her phone from her purse.

  “Talk to your bae.” she barks into the phone and then hands it to me. She heads towards the jewelry.

  “Wha..”

  “Memphis?” Cameron’s voice comes on the line. “Is everything okay?” “I’m not your bae.” I reply, irritated. His chuckle makes me blush.

  “I know. What’s wrong?”

  “This is too much. Blake is spending too much money.” I inform him. “The dress is two thou…”

  “Just let her pick everything out. It’s fine. I need you to look nice.” “I can’t accept this.”

  “Do you want me to deduct it from your pay?” he asks. “Hell no!”

  He chuckles again. I blush again.

  “Look, just get the stuff and stop complaining. You’ll be so bored tomorrow night that you’ll wish you got something more expensive.”

  “Fine. It’s your money.”

  “That’s right.” he confirms. “And Memphis, come by after your shift.”

  Cameron

  I pace the lobby and check the time a second time. She’s late. Well, almost. I just thought she’d be here by now. It’s annoying that she wouldn’t just let me pick her up. That would’ve been so much easier.

  “Why haven’t you gone in?” Blake asks as she walks in with who I assume is Langston.

  “I’m waiting on Memphis to get here.” I answer.

  “She’ll be here. It’s only 6:55.” she assures me. “Cameron, this is my boyfriend, Langston McGraw. Langston, my brother, Cameron.”

  “Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” he says, holding out his hand.

  “Yeah.” I answer, firmly shaking his hand.

  Blake scowls at me as she leads Langston away. I’m sure I’ll hear about that later. I should’ve been nicer. Talked to him more. Right now I’m worried about my date getting here on time. I shake my head and close my eyes.

  “I’m here! Sorry, I had trouble getting a cab.”

  I open my eyes and see Memphis hurrying across the room. She stops in front of me, nearly breathless. I look her up and down. The dress fits her perfectly, showing off her curves in a subtle way. The jewelry Blake picked out is a simple silver necklace with a small diamond pendant. Matching earrings. Nothing overwhelming, but breathtaking all the same.

  “Is this dress okay? I mean, I’ve never been to a place like this. Am I good?” She looks down, nervously smoothing her hands over her dress.

  “It’s perfect.” I answer.

  I hold my arm out to her and she slips her hand in. I tell her to relax just before we walk through the doors that lead us to the dinner area. Guests are still mingling, but some are starting to get seated.

  Memphis and I make our way around the room. I talk with fellow lawyers, making light introductions to Memphis and small talk as much as possible. She smiles and stays connected to me as we move through the crowd.

  “Are these people your friends?” she asks against my ear.

  “Just business associates. Lawyers.” I answer.

  “Big time lawyers.”

  “Pretty much.”

  “No public defenders or pro-bono work here.” she comments.

  “Maybe a few.”

  “Does your firm ever do pro-bono work?” she asks.

  I open my mouth to answer, but my father approaches with his date, Blake, and Langston. I swallow down my answer and force a smile onto my face. He does the same.

  “What’s this about pro-bono work?” he asks, bellowing out a laugh.

  “Memphis was just asking about our firm and what kind of work we did.” I

  explain. I introduce them and watch my father give her a once-over.

  “Honey, we don’t do pro-bono work. If someone needs pro-bono work they can go to the courthouse and fill out a hardship. The judge will appoint someone for them.” he explains. “That’s how the system works.”

  “I was just curious, sir. I don’t know very much about Morgan, Quinley, and

  Sloan.”

  “You’re dating my son, but you don’t know anything about our company?” my

  father says, rudely.

  Before I can explain that we’re not dating, Memphis replies, “I didn’t say that I didn’t know anything about your firm, sir. I said I didn’t know much about it. I d
o know that your firm is ranked number three in the state of New York for defending capital murder clients and getting them off with a conviction of not guilty. I also know that your firm is ranked number five in the state for overturning convictions and number two for getting dismissals. I simply didn’t know if your firm did pro- bono work.”

  “What’s your name again?” “Memphis Stone.”

  “Ms. Stone, damn nice to meet you.” my father grins. He takes Memphis’s hand in his and raises it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. I clench my jaw in annoyance.

  He motions to his table and we fall into step behind him. Memphis and I sit across from my father and the woman he brought with him. He didn’t even bother to introduce us. I have no idea who she is or if I’ll ever see her with him again. Don’t care.

  My father’s attention is not focused on her anymore anyway. It’s focused on Memphis. He suddenly wants to know everything about her. Where she’s from. What she does. Who her family is. She seems hesitant to answer.

  “I’m from Alabama, sir. My sister and I moved here about a year ago. She’s in college.”

  “Just you and your sister? Where’s your parents?” he meddles on.

  Memphis glances at me and then down in her lap before looking back up. “We just have my mom and I’m honestly not sure where she is, sir.”

  “What is it that you do, Memphis?”

  Damn. I knew this question would come up. She looks at me again. She bites her bottom lip and I can see she’s not sure what to say. The truth?

  “She’s just accepted a position at the firm actually. The receptionist position that we’ve had posted a few weeks. She’ll start it in a week or so. We’re still finalizing all the paperwork.” I answer and see my father’s eyes narrow at me.