Descent From Grace: A Luxe Novella Book 1.5

by Frost, H. Q.

  “She’s not doing anything except shaking her ass and serving drinks.”

  I don’t know how I still deal with my father. I despise him more than any other emotion for him.

  “She’s not employed to be a waitress. Three thousand, final.”

  “Yeah, fine.”

  I take solace in his angry tone.

  “Short, short skirt. I want ass cheeks out when she bends a certain way. No cleavage, hair back, black clothes, heels no shorter than five inches.”

  I close my eyes while he goes over this list and I just wish I could tell him she’s pregnant, she can’t wear five-inch heels and her ass shouldn’t be hanging out. But I guess it doesn’t matter, she tried to drown our fetus in alcohol yesterday.

  Of course my father has managed to get me back into my shit mood.

  “Seven, at the yacht.” The lines dead before I can retort.

  I pick up my phone to contact Lily, then I remember she sent me another picture. As requested, this is a full nude photograph of my beautiful Freyja in the mirror of our condo. She sent along another photograph with it and it’s of her fingers in her pussy. My dick doesn’t care about my mood, it’s fully erect again and I need her now . . . but that’s not going to happen.

  I stand to very quietly close my office door and lock it, then go back over to my desk where my phone sits. Pulling myself from my pants, I stare down at my sexy Lily and it only takes a few minutes for me to come on my desk, accidentally getting my phone.

  “Fuck,” I snort and grab the tissue box. I’m more concerned with cleaning my phone than putting my dick away. Although, my come across a picture of Lily on my phone is really appealing.

  On a hunt for sanitary wipes, I leave my office. This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten come on my desk, but it is the first time I was alone when it happened.

  Karen catches me on the way from the supply closet. “You make a mess?” she asks. The guilty son of a bitch I am automatically goes into a silent panic and I stare at her. “Babe? You spill or something?”

  “Yeah.” I dodge around her, grateful she isn’t moving as comfortably as normal so I’m in my office with my desk cleaned before she even gets to the door.

  How much stupider can I get? I inanely left my phone open with the picture of Lily up. The thought to delete them flashes in my head, but I’m not going to.

  Karen’s talking to me and I’m watching her mouth move, but not listening because I’m picturing Lily masturbating. I should have sent her a picture of my cock. I can’t imagine she’d do what I’d just done, but I should have sent one just to show how much I liked her pictures. I think I’ll tell her what I did, maybe it’ll turn her on and maybe we’ll actually have sex tonight.

  “Oh, tonight!” I blurt, remembering I have to tell Lily she’s got a job.

  “What?” Karen blabs because I interrupted her. “What about tonight? You want me to come over?”

  I look at her as I sit at my desk and grab my cellphone. “Yeah, that’s fine, we’ll do dinner or something. I have to set up a job tonight.” I mean get the fuck out of my office.

  “For who? You want me to tell her?”

  “No, it’s none of the girls in the office.”

  “Then who?” She folds her arms because Lily and the newest girl are the only two girls who aren’t here.

  “Lily,” I say as I dial her number on my cellphone. “Close the door.”

  She slams the door and it’s not until I’ve done it that I realize what I’ve done. I’m calling Lily on my cellphone when I would normally conduct business through my office phone. Karen’s pissed.

  *LUXE*

  “Hello?” She giggled into phone.

  “Mmm, baby,” Ian moaned. “You touching yourself?”

  “Not anymore.” She flushed pink. “I wish you could come home for a few minutes.”

  “I need longer than a few minutes with you. You’re not really a wham bam type of girl. I have to explore and taste all of you. Fuck, Lily, I want you so bad.” Another erection started straining in his pants.

  “I could come up to the office and you can fuck me on your desk again.”

  “Mmm, you could.” He grinned, then remembered Karen and knew it’d be odd to be behind a closed door with Lilith.

  “You want me to?” she asked eagerly.

  Regrettably, he responded, “Now’s not good, baby. All the girls are here and none of them are working.” Wanting more details of her alone time, he asked, “Did you come?”

  “No, I got distracted by a phone call.”

  “Touch yourself,” he said in an enticing tone. “I want to hear what you’re doing to yourself. Are you naked?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Are you touching yourself?”

  “Yes,” she repeated.

  “Where?”

  “Between my legs.”

  He chuckled. “Where exactly? Your clit? Are you fingering yourself?”

  “I’m fingering my pussy.”

  He tensed up as his hard shaft throbbed against his too tight pants, causing it pain.

  “Shit, baby, tell me.” He pressed his hand to his cock.

  “Tell you what?” Her breathy tone confirmed she was in fact touching herself.

  “Tell me how it feels. How many fingers are you using? What are you thinking about?”

  “It feels good, not as good as if you were here. Only one finger and I’m thinking about you fucking me on your desk. I need you in me right now, Ian,” she moaned out of frustration more than pleasure.

  “I want to be deep in you until I feel you squirt, then I want to taste you and suck your clit until you squeeze your legs closed, making me stop. I want you to ride me, baby. Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now.” It was his turn to let out a frustrated groan as he pressed his hand harder to his cock, trying to adjust it.

  “I’m so wet, Ian.” Her fingers slipped in circles around her clit.

  “Say my name again.”

  “Ian,” she breathed.

  “Say it.”

  “Ian.” She began to pant harder.

  “Say I love fucking your cock, Ian.”

  “I love—” As her stomach dropped from getting close to her peak, she stopped. “I love fucking your cock,” she breathlessly forced out, then briefly paused. “Ian!” she moaned as orgasm jerked through her. “Oh god, baby,” she purred.

  “I’m so hard, Lily.”

  “I want to taste your come tonight. Immediately when you get home, I want you in my throat.”

  “I’m going to taste every inch of you, then fuck you to the verge of pleasured tears and come so har—‘” A knock on his office door made him jump. “Just a minute, baby. Come in,” he called out, pressing the cellphone to his chest.

  “The girls want food. What would you like me to order?” Karen’s eyes went back and forth from his face to his cellphone.

  Wanting her out of there, he quickly responded, “Whatever you want.”

  “We’ll be eating right after work, or later?”

  Once again he was reminded he would not be going home to fuck Lilith.

  “Whenever. I have to wrap up this call.” When she walked out, she left his office door open a crack. “Lily?” he quietly said.

  “Mmm, yeah, baby?” Post orgasm euphoria dropped her tone down to a lazy hum.

  “I was calling to ask if you were up for a job tonight at seven? You’ll be serving drinks on a yacht.” His business tone was on.

  Orgasm bliss dissolved quickly. “A waitress?”

  “Sort of. It’s to draw more business for you. This was my father’s idea. He’s throwing a party tonight and there will be a lot of men his age that are just as pathetic and lonely.”

  She let out a laugh and the thought had her excited. Building clientele had to be good.

  “That’s fine.” The excitement in her voice made him smile. “Will you be driving me?”

  “No, it’ll have to be Tony, but I’ll—” He stopped a
nd looked at his open office door, knowing he couldn’t say what he wanted to. “He’ll pick you up with your clothes. I have to tell one of the girls to run out for something now actually.”

  “Mmm, I miss you, baby,” she hummed.

  Ian stared at the door, not sure if Karen was just around the corner listening. “Me too. We’ll be in contact.”

  Militantly, she barked, “Yes, sir,” followed by giggles. “I love you, tease.”

  “You too, Lily.” He pushed his phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and tried to wipe the smirk off his face, but it was hard after what he had listened to her do.

  Buzzing the front desk, Tash picked up. “Hey, Mr. J.”

  “Tash, send one of the girls for a short skirt, mini, black, and a black top, no cleavage. Size four or small. Shoes that’ll—” He paused, remembering all the shoes Lilith had. “Actually, no shoes.”

  Knowing none of the girls were a four, she questioned, “Size four?”

  “Yes.”

  “Who’s this for?”

  “Lily Tudor.”

  “Oh! Is she okay? I haven’t seen her since the last time she came in worked up.”

  “She’s fine. It’s all fine. Thank you, Tash.” He pushed a button, disconnecting.

  ***

  Tony arrived at quarter to six to give her enough time to dress.

  “Casual makeup, nothing dark. Fuck.” Trying to remember what else he was instructed to tell her, he said, “Why isn’t this shit set up properly yet? You should get the run down sent to your phone. Why are you the only girl that isn’t under the standard protocol?”

  Blurting the only excuse she could think of, she said, “Guess that’s what happens when you hire friends. He never really went over everything properly. I haven’t seen him in a while, but I’ll be sure to let him know. Polish? Shoes? Hair?”

  “Nothing on polish, uh hair, pulled back in a ponytail, shoes, heels that’ll match that.” He pointed to the clothes.

  Holding up the skirt that wasn’t much bigger than a bandeau bra, she looked at Tony who grinned perversely. The memory of having sex with him made her cringe, not that he was bad looking, but it should have never happened.

  Like usual, he went through her refrigerator. “Lily, can I have one of these pops?”

  “Help yourself. I’ll be ready in thirty minutes.”

  “Hey,” he called out, sitting on the couch and staring at the framed picture of Chicago from above. “Isn’t that Ian’s?”

  Yanking open the bedroom door, she stuck only her head out. “What?”

  “That picture?”

  “That’s mine.” Her sweet innocence was believable.

  “I swear he has the same one. Ashley took that picture.”

  “She gave me a copy too. I love it.” Lilith closed the door, rolling her eyes.

  Snatching up her phone, she typed out a long ranting message about getting her up to speed with what the normal protocol was and where she could find her schedule. Before hitting send she sighed, knowing Ian was with Karen. She deleted it.

  “Lily, you got yourself a boyfriend?” His voice carried through the closed bedroom door.

  Lilith rolled her eyes and huffed. Opening the bedroom door, she looked at him. “Yeah, I told you I do, why?”

  “Just noticed you got some guy shit laying around. You two live together now?”

  “He’s here a lot.”

  “He know what you do?”

  “Yep.” She disappeared in her room again.

  Wanting to alleviate his boredom, he kept talking. “He a cool guy?”

  Again, her eyes rolled and she made a snarling face into the bathroom mirror.

  “Yeah, I like him.”

  His voice got closer. “Ian know him?”

  “Yeah, they’ve met,” she said bucking her foot back to close the bathroom door; she hoped that’d shut him up.

  I didn’t. “We all need to get together again. Maybe bring him. What’s his name?”

  “Shaun!” she blurted, then put her hand to her mouth, closing her eyes.

  “Cool.” He laughed at her abruptness. “You gonna be at Ms. B’s party?”

  “Ms. B?”

  “Aurora. Ian’s mom.”

  “Uh, yeah, I think so.”

  “Cool, bring Shaun. We like to know everyone in the fam, ya know? If he’s with you, he’s part of the family.”

  Lilith stuck her head out the bathroom door and smiled at him. “K.” Ducking back into the bathroom, she closed the door completely. That shut him up.

  On their way out, she tugged on the skirt. “This is short,” she muttered, pulling at it after every step she took.

  He looked over at her with a shrug. “Not that short.”

  “Hi there,” a woman called from the condo next door. Lilith looked over and smiled, turning beet red from her slutty attire. “I’m Marie.” The middle-aged woman jogged over in a windbreaker tracksuit.

  “Hi. I’m Lily.”

  Marie looked to Tony for his name, assuming they were together.

  “Uh, this is Tony, he’s a friend.” Lilith kept a smile on her face, disguising her humiliation from being dressed like a stripper.

  “I saw you moved in not long ago. I’ve been living here for the past year. It’s so nice.” She looked up then down the street; Lilith nodded. “What do you do?” Marie looked over Lilith’s getup but kept a cordial smile.

  “I’m uh. I’m just sometimes—” She froze and Tony grinned.

  “She’s a model, a very humble model.”

  “Oh!” Marie began to laugh and looked her outfit over again. “Then it’s perfectly comfortable for you to wear this when it’s only sixty degrees out.” She laughed louder. “I tell ya what, if I had the body, I’d do it too. Have a good evening, I’m headed for a jog.”

  “Night.” With embarrassment, Lilith watched her jog off. “God,” she mumbled as Tony opened the door for her, laughing. “It’s not funny.” The encounter made her stomach sick.

  Still laughing as he got in, he said, “It was. Always go with you’re a model.”

  “That’s a little farfetched,” she mumbled, and he looked at her in the mirror with raised eyebrows.

  “Not really, Lily.”

  Lilith put her hand to her stomach and grabbed her phone. She was nervous about the job and definitely uncomfortable in her clothes. The awkward encounter with her neighbor topped the cake though. Hoping Ian could calm her down, she text him.

  MY FREYJA: I’m nervous. Sick to my stomach

  While at dinner with Karen, his phone beeped. The haste he used to pull his phone from his pocket made Karen furrow her brows.

  IAN: Don’t be nervous, it’s only my father

  MY FREYJA: That’s the main problem! I respect your father but Ian he’s a demeaning jerk. This skirt barely covers my butt, I’m just uncomfortable AND had a very stressful introduction to our neighbor.

  IAN: Would you like me to cancel the job baby? It’s not a big deal, it’s only my father. I have no problem ruining his party.

  Letting out a chuckle, she already felt better.

  MY FREYJA: No, I’ll be fine. I miss you today

  IAN: You better. I love you

  MY FREYJA: You better.

  “What’s funny?” Karen scowled at his smile.

  Putting his phone away, he muttered, “Ashley.”

  “What’s the plan for your mother’s birthday this year? Is it at her house again? I hope not because when we’re in a restaurant setting I’m more comfortable around those people—”

  He interrupted her with a simple solution. “Don’t go.”

  Thinking he was kidding, she let out a laugh, but when he didn’t so much as crack a smile, she looked at him with a dramatic exasperation.

  “Of course I’m going!” she snapped.

  “Then don’t complain. I’m giving you the option to not go. Yes, I will probably be staying there. You don’t have to. I can get a cab to pick you up when you�
�re ready—”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” she gasped, not understanding why he was so lax about her presence at the party. Normally he’d beg her to go with him. “I will be staying with you, Ian.”

  He shrugged impassively and lifted his menu.

  “How are things with Lily?”

  He could hear the venom in her tone and unsure what she meant, his heart rate picked up.

  Without lowering the menu, he placidly responded with, “As far as what?”

  “She was upset the other day and came to you for comfort, I’m just wondering what happened.”

  “You know we aren’t going to discuss that, Karen,” he groused.

  “It’s not work related, so we can discuss it.”

  He lowered the menu, trying to subdue his irritation. “It was work related.”

  “She wasn’t on the books that day.”

  “That’s because she hasn’t properly been set up in the system. She was on a last minute job that morning.”

  “Was she raped?” she whispered.

  “Karen,” he sternly snapped with a glare that could burn down a village.

  ***

  “Lily.” Ed approached her. “Honey, please show Danielle here where the Dom is.” He leaned into her. “And stop tugging on your skirt.”

  She smiled politely, then brought the new arrival into the kitchen.

  “Aren’t you uncomfortable?” Danielle tried to hide her malevolence, but it was there.

  “Very,” Lilith huffed, handing her the bottle of champagne. “He doesn’t want more than five glasses on the tray at a time.”

  “That’s stupid, I’ll be back in here every few minutes.”

  “Yep.” Lilith rolled her eyes, then picked up her tray, leaving the kitchen.

  She was stopped more than any of the other three girls, none of which were dressed like her; they worked for a caterer, not an escort service.

  A short round man with rosy cheeks stopped her. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

  His term of endearment irked her, but she replied with a smile, “Lilith.”

  “What won’t you do?” he quietly asked her.

  Playing coy, she questioned him, “What do you mean?”

  “I mean do you go all the way?” Unrelentingly, he stared her in the eyes.

  “No.” She smiled and turned to walk away, but he touched her elbow.