by Avery Aster
“She sure is,” Taddy whispered in Warner’s ear. “She’s our manufactured superstar.” Taddy smiled and put her hands up, cheering Neve on and danced.
Warner grabbed Taddy’s hips pulling her in closer. It made her happy to be with him. She put her arms around his waist. “I love you, Warner.”
“I love you, too.” Swinging his hips with hers, Warner’s cock grew hard against her. Taddy wanted to celebrate for having Warner in her life. She knew it would be hard to let go of her past completely, but with such a wonderful future ahead of her, she focused on the good.
“Going to get a drink. Catch ya later.” Blake held onto Lex as they left Taddy and Warner alone.
“I’m real, I’m a reality, I’m beauty. I’m a beauty queen,” Neve sang her chorus. Catchy, it would be a hit with the gays.
The lights spun around the ballroom with a flash. Then everything went dark. Pushing her body against Warner’s, Taddy felt his chest and rested her palm over his heart.
“I know what you want. It’s real. It’s a star. It’s a reality star.” Neve’s song sped up.
Taddy’s body vibrated to the music, but it remained impossible to keep up with Warner’s insatiable pace. Everything on King Candy danced. She stepped back letting him get into his groove.
The music changed out as Neve’s song came to a close. DJ Dejon, who’d flown in for the night from Utah with Kiki, spun a remixed ‘90s classic. Taddy had convinced them to come back in time for the ball.
Techno pulsated through her body. It was time to show Warner who she really was. She pulled his head down to hers and whispered. “I want to show you something.”
“What?”
“It’s a hidden room. But you have to promise you won’t judge.”
“I swear.”
Taddy led Warner through the dance floor, staged to resemble the Lollipop Woods. She waved and introduced people to Warner as they weaved their way through the crowds at the Gumdrop Mountains. The marble floors dusted a luminous green, the Baccarat chandeliers dangling from the ceilings.
She spotted Lex and Blake at the bar. “Did Vive seriously miss this?”
“Afraid so.” Lex sighed.
“I don’t mean to sound like a hypocrite as I chug this cocktail, but we need to send her back to rehab.”
“Yeah. She’s off the pills, but I don’t know how you get a Farnworth to quit booze,” Lex confessed. She, of all people, should know after living with Birdie.
“Let’s discuss Operation-Vive-Intervention tomorrow,” Taddy said and turned toward her bedroom. She knew Vive could do it. She’d just need a little motivation.
“Where are you two going?” Lex asked, raising her voice as they started off.
“My dungeon!” Taddy shouted after pushing Warner farther. He walked slowly on purpose, she could tell.
“Dungeon?” He froze.
“You’ll see.” She grabbed his hands. “Come on, Big Daddy. Come on!”
She picked up speed, taking him down a long hallway. They passed a roped-off area away from Candy Land and headed into Taddy’s personal living quarters. The penthouse walls were decorated in large-scale photos, most of her and Lex as young children.
“You’re taking me to your bedroom?”
“Sorta.” Taddy opened the double doors.
“Why didn’t I see this the other night?”
“Relax.” She led Warner into a large shoe closet and stood before a mirrored wall. The Shih Tzus were sound asleep in their little beds.
“You wanna tell me you have a shoe fetish?” Warner asked.
“That’s obvious. But watch.” She slipped the key into the hole.
The walls separated, a vacuumed suction released, and the air streamed a new draft from one room to the next.
“Wow.” Warner stepped into the room. Red leather adorned the walls. There were gadgets and gizmos Taddy guessed he’d never seen.
She kissed his cheek, feeling her naughty girl coming out. “I know you’re not into the rough stuff, but—”
“What?” Warner had to have known she was a bad girl.
“I was hoping we could try.” She tempted him.
“No.”
“Oh, come on. A lil’ BDSM play is fun!” Taddy would only accept yes as his answer.
A couple’s laughter came from the corner. They turned around to see against the far corner. Kiki was spread out on a bed, her eyes wide, her mouth hung open in a gasp.
“Kiki.”
“Miss Brill!!! We weren’t doing anything, I promise.”
“Ahuh.”
“Mr. Truman, you remember Dejon.” Kiki tried to smile. Her face red, she covered herself with a sheet.
“Hi, Dejon.” Warner laughed.
“We’ll leave you two to get back to whatever it was you weren’t doing.” Taddy grabbed her boyfriend’s hand and left her dungeon.
Taddy took the week off to enjoy Manhattan with her new boyfriend Warner Truman. They spent seventy-two hours at her penthouse, locked in her pleasure room and ordering French food from Daniel’s restaurant. She’d showed him her toys. The remainder of the week had been spent at Warner’s penthouse in Tribeca. He’d shared his dungeon with her and barbecued for her on his balcony.
To his surprise, the Jacqueline Truman Foundation received an anonymous donation. It was for three million dollars. When Warner asked Taddy if she’d made the gift, she said a lady never revealed her philanthropic ways.
The following week, she went with Warner to Hong Kong, scouting locations for Brill, Inc. Warner had bought land to build a new luxury resort and spa on Connaught Road in the city’s fashion and business district. The lot overlooked Victoria Harbour. The hotel was slated to feature five hundred rooms and be called Forever Red.
Big Apple love to Julie, for all your Taddy Brill contributions. Many kudos to my beta-readers, Nicole, Chrissy, Jackie, Jenifer, Kateria, Jodi, Jenifer, Jill D., Crystal Earl, Teri, and Barb H. for being the eyes in the back of my head. As well as to the book reviewers at S&M’s Book Obsessions, I Love Lady Porn, Harlequin Junkies, Book Whores, Under the Covers, Midwest Book Reviews, The Book Enthusiast, We Love Kink, Romance Reviews Today, Ever After Romance, Swept Away by Romance, USA Today Happily Ever After, Reviews by Crystal, Storm Goddess and Please Another Book for the wonderful media coverage on The Manhattanites series.
Brenda, thank you always for the unconditional support and for pushing me forward. Josh, your humor through my plot twists helped me not lose sight for what mattered. Courtney Howell, your feedback and preparation meant the world to me. Thank you to Kristin and Becky at Hot Tree Editing for polishing up this book so it sparkles. Marisa Corvisiero, my literary agent and lawyer, you are the best. And to my family and friends whom I ignored this summer to finish this novel, George, Pauline, Adam, Sara, Kelly, Shari, Edward, Manuel, Hector, Lynn, Michele, John, Holly, Nackie, Patrick, Ronnie, Bailee, and Shane I owe you many beach vacations.
New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster pens The Manhattanites, a contemporary erotic romance series of full-length, stand-alone novels, and the naughty new adult prequel companion series The Undergrad Years.
As a resident of New York City and a graduate from New York University, Avery gives readers an inside look at the city’s glitzy nightlife, socialite sexcapades and tall tales of the über-rich and ultra-famous.
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in The Undergrad Years series
Love, Lex
Yours Truly, Taddy
XO, Blake
Always & Forever, Vive
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Table of Contents
Author's Note
Part One: I Love Kiki Izatt
Prologue: Perverted Fucktards
Chapter One: The Twin Screw
Chapter Two: Girl Crush
Chapter Three: A Cold-Hearted Arse
Chapter Four: BJs Are Better Than Whippets
Chapter Five: Fuck Vanilla
Chapter Six: Vajazzled Vajayjay Tastes Like Cherry Soda
Chapter Seven: Dick Heaven
Chapter Eight: Iced Sherbet Diamond Stolen
Chapter Nine: Nice ‘n’ Nasty
Chapter Ten: Air Rage
Chapter Eleven: No Family To Call His Own
Part Two: Double The Trouble
Chapter Twelve: Kiki’s Corset
Chapter Thirteen: Mistaken Identity
Chapter Fourteen: Left Nearly At The Altar
Chapter Fifteen: Flawless Fuckery
Chapter Sixteen: Shots Fired
Chapter Seventeen: Everything Comes Full Circle
Chapter Eighteen: Last Rights
Chapter Nineteen: Too Late Now
Chapter Twenty: Double Penetration
Epilogue: Brother Husbands
About Avery Aster
Connect With Avery
Also By Avery Aster
Bonus Novel - Unscrupulous
Foreword
Cast of Characters
Part One: Hot Topless Beaches in December or Bust
Prologue: Her Measurements 36C-25-35
Chapter One: Good Morning, Warner Truman
Chapter Two: Thank You, Brigham Young University, for Kiki
Chapter Three: Banging Birdie
Chapter Four: Mud Mask Wishes with Auntie Muffie
Chapter Five: Pussy Glamour
Chapter Six: Per-fucking-fection
Chapter Seven: Vive Serves Up Bye-And-Bye Dick Pie
Part Two: No More Big Daddies
Chapter Eight: Dominatrix Queen-Dick Dupree
Chapter Nine: Rubies Return
Chapter Ten: Judith Leiber’s Clutch
Chapter Eleven: The Infamous Orgasmic Pedicure Chair
Part Three: French Riviera, Here Comes Taddy Brill
Chapter Twelve: Two Percent of the Women in the World
Chapter Thirteen: Sweet Baby Jesus on an Ice Cream Cone
Chapter Fourteen: Oh, His Anaconda, Seriously
Chapter Fifteen: Backdoor Wake-Up Call