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Day Thirteen

I wasn't sure why I never connected these dots earlier, why I never paid too much attention to the "I. Birthday Account" that always showed up on the books this time of year. I'd glanced at the outrageous expense details here or there, thinking they must be quotes and not actual receipts, but now I knew for sure.

"Do you really think you're sending your niece the right message by getting her a pony, a DJ, and a pink mini-convertible for her fourth birthday?"

"That's what she asked for," Lisa said. Then she pointed out the window, where she and a group of Irene friends were gathered around Luna with bright yarn. "I clearly should've bought her a kitten and saved a shit-ton. How much do you want to sell Luna for?"

I hit her arm and laughed. "She's not for sale."

She grabbed my hand and led me through a crowd of parents and other party guests, heading straight for the kitchen. The DJ was now setting up for his third set on the side lawn, so it was her mother's turn to watch over the kids from the window.

When we made it into the kitchen, she pulled me into a corner—looking as if she was about to kiss me, but we were interrupted.

"Still trying to buy love, I see." It was Yoon.

Lisa turned around to face him. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Irene is being raised by me—a single parent, and of course, you think you can swoop in here for a week or two and fix everything with money and fucking ponies."

"She asked for the goddamn pony."

"Every little girl asks for a pony, Lisa." He snapped. "That doesn't mean you fucking give it to them. And no one told you it was okay to throw this over the top party, which I'm sure is just another show for Watson."

"Watson is spending his time on the tourist side of Blue Harbor today."

"How convenient." He shrugged. "Just like this engagement which aligns with Watson's family-oriented priorities. I read about him and saw he's never closed a deal with someone who wasn't engaged or married. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

Lisa didn't answer.

"I surely hope you haven't bought into anything Lisa has told you, Jennie," he said. "If you think she loves you, you're sadly mistaken. The only person she loves is herself, and I hope you're getting one hell of a payday for putting up with her during this charade. She doesn't have a single honest investor in Manoban Industries, and she sold her soul to the devils on Wall Street instead of helping her own mother and brother with their hometown hotel business. Is that really the type of woman you want to be with?"

I noticed Lisa clenching her fists.

"Dad told you to be generous and never forget where you came from." Yoon looked Lisa up and down. "I don't think you've worn anything during this trip that costs less than a grand, and I don't recall us growing up on Park Avenue."

"Yoon ..."

"How much do you really donate to cancer research?" He leaned against the counter. "I'm sure whatever it is, it's minimal. I'd be surprised if you donated to anything outside of Manhattan real estate." He directed his gaze toward me again. "How much is she really paying you, Jen? Anything less than half a million is criminal and—"

"Shut the hell up." I couldn't take anymore, and his words were making my chest hurt.

"What did you say?" He glared at me. "What's going on between my sis and me has nothing to do with you."

"It has everything to do with you, since I've spent two years with her and she's done nothing but try to make herself gain more respect from you." I moved forward, stepping closer. "For the record, your sis donates more than a quarter of her profits to cancer research. I deliver the checks myself."

He clenched his jaw, and Lisa slipped her arm around my waist.

"And where exactly do you think your so-called honest investors come from?" I couldn't stop. "You think Smith Claxton just found your bed and breakfast chain one day and invested exactly what you needed on their own?"

"Yes," he said. "That's exactly what happened. It was fate."

"Surely you know better than that." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Lisa found them for you years ago, because even with all your morals and high-handedness, you still have yet to hire someone who can adequately handle your business accounts. Hell, she even made a deal to privately buy out Smith Claxton, so they'll never be able to take advantage of your company down the line. So that way, you'll always have the billions of dollars at Manoban Industries behind you for support, whether you wanted to know that or not."

He looked stunned, and I couldn't believe that I was railing on him like this.

"Every financial request you've ever made and received from your honest investors has come straight from Lisa because, despite the fact that you're not happy with the career path she chose, she still fucking loves you. And I don't think she loves me, I know she does, so fuck you and fuck off if you don't buy it. We're not here for you."

I tore away from Lisa's grip and left the two of them in the kitchen. I plopped down on a crowded couch in the living room and shook my head.

Did I really just do that? Why didn't Lisa stop me?

I sat still and watched party guests run all around the room, wondering when Lisa was going to tell me that I overstepped my fiancée role by a longshot.

"Jennie?" She suddenly stepped in front of me and held out her hand. "Can I speak to you in private for a minute?"

I nodded and stood to my feet, bracing myself for an argument once we were alone.

She pulled me into the closest bathroom and shut the door.

"Okay, look," I said. "I wasn't going to—"

"Thank you." She pushed me against the wall and covered my mouth with hers, cutting my sentence short. Biting my bottom lip, she grabbed my hands and placed them over my head—pinning them against the tiled wall.

"Keep your hands right there," she whispered, slowly letting them go.

"Here?" My eyes widened as she tore away from my mouth. "Right now?"

She didn't respond. She slid her hand under my skirt and ripped my panties off in a single pull—giving me the answer without saying a word.

Getting down on her knees, she gently spread my legs apart and pressed a finger against my soaked pussy. She blew a warm kiss against my clit, and my hands immediately went to her head.

She let out a low laugh and stood up again.

"Jennie ..." Her voice was low, demanding.

"Yes?"

She grabbed my hands and placed them back above my head. "Keep your hands up here, and don't make me tell you again."

I nodded, and she kept her eyes on mine as she slowly unbuttoned my blouse. Then she kissed her way down my neck and unclasped the front of my bra with her teeth.

I swallowed as she pressed wet kisses against my nipples, as her mouth made a trail down past my stomach.

Getting down on her knees again, she gently lifted my left leg and draped it over her shoulder. Without saying a single word, she buried her head in my pussy and sensuously tortured me with her tongue.

"Your pussy tastes so fucking good ..." She groaned.

I struggled to keep my hands up like she commanded, to not reach down and grab fistfuls of her hair as she sucked my clit in and out of her mouth. My hips writhed against my will, all over her lips, and the second she plunged her tongue a little deeper inside of me, my left hand grabbed her head.

"Fuck ..." I rasped. "I think you should ... I think you should slow down ..."

"I don't."

My right hand dropped from the wall as her kisses became even more relentless.

She gripped my thighs to keep me balanced, but she never stopped. Never slowed.

The overwhelming pleasure forced me to tilt my head back against the wall and grab rough fistfuls of her hair.

My pussy throbbed against her mouth, and she slipped two thick fingers inside of me. "Come on my face, Jennie ..." she whispered, plunging her fingers deeper and massaging my clit with the tip of her tongue.

I shut my eyes as my body began to shake, as I felt the waves of an orgasm building inside of me.

"Come on my fucking face ..." she whispered again, gripping my thighs a little tighter.

Unable to fight it anymore, I cried out her name as my body gave in to the power of her mouth. I gripped her hair—hard, and held on until the last tremor of pleasure moved through me.

"Good girl," she said, moving my leg off her shoulder and standing to her feet. She pressed a single finger against my lips, and I glanced down and realized her cock was free of her pants and rock hard.

I rubbed a hand up and down her length, earning a heated gaze from her. I started to bend down on my knees to return the favor, but she suddenly spun me around.

"Bend over and grip the sink."

"What?"

"Bend over and grip the sink." She slapped my ass. "Now."

Beyond aroused and still dripping wet, I slowly obliged. I heard the sound of her unwrapping a condom, and felt her biting the back of my neck.

She slid a hand between my legs—groaning about how wet my pussy was, and then she pressed her cock against my slit. "Fuck, Jennie ..."

I moaned as she slowly pushed her cock inside of me, inch by inch. "Oh ...Oh god ..."

When she was completely buried inside of me, she pushed me forward and rubbed her hands against my sides so I could adjust to her length.

"Is this what you wanted in our bedroom a few days ago?" she whispered into my ear.

"Yes." I swallowed as she squeezed my breasts. "Yes ..."

"Hmmm." She let out her low sexy laugh that made me want her even more, and then she gripped my hips and began pounding into me with no mercy.

Her tempo for fucking was even more relentless than the tempo for kissing my pussy.

The sounds of the party were right outside the door—the laughter, the music, and singing, but they all became a distant background noise as she slid her cock into me again and again.

Light knocks came to the door every few minutes, but she never made a move to open it. She just kept fucking me, controlling me.

"Ah ..." I shut my eyes once I felt my body shaking all over again. "Ah ... Lisa ... Ohhh god ..."

She held my hips steady when I let go of the sink—whispering words I couldn't quite make out. My knees went weak as a more powerful orgasm wrecked its way through my body, and I felt her tensing behind me as she reached her own release seconds later.

She kept her cock inside of me—letting us remain entwined until she was sure I could hold my balance on my own. Slowly pulling out, she tossed the condom away and picked up my tattered panties.

"Come on," she said, finally opening the door. "We need to finish this in my bedroom."

"Again?" My eyes widened. "Now?"

"Yes, again." She kissed my lips. "Right now."