***SUMMER'S POV***Sex with Sinclair is amazing. I mean, if I knew it was this spicy then I would have popped my cherry a long time ago. I don't know how many restrictions I have but today, I feel like working out. When I spoke to Enzo yesterday, he told me there was a gym on the East wing, and while I am at it, I need to work out. I used to hit the gym with Gunner to keep fit, and I need that, especially now that I have to clear my mind. As usual, I wake up alone in bed. Sinclair never sleeps with me on the same bed, and even if we've fucked twice now, I still have the bed to myself. I borrowed some sportswear from Mich, which I know was a bad idea since they are extremely short.The shorts are just two inches below my ass and the crop top is tight, thus, pushing my boobs outside, exposing it. I grab a bottle of water and a towel and head to the gym. Opening it, I startle back when I spot Sinclair working out. "Mr. Sin," I greet out politely. He is in the ring
***SIN'S POV***Fucking Matteo. He walks into the gym and I just knew I had to give him a show. The dickhead knew I was involved now with Summer, I wouldn't hear the last in it. As I make Summer come again for the third time and her legs quiver, I feel my smile grow wider. "Mr. Sin," she calls out, her hands rubbing all over my back and I just appreciate her."Shhhhh! No words are needed," I hushed as I muzzle my nose over her neck, making sure to leave hickey marks.After I place her legs on the ground, she moans lightly and my cock stirs again. "Stay down!" I warn it running my hands through it's grith. Then, I slip it into my trousers and help Summer arrange her attire. Grabbing her shorts, I pull it, dragging her towards me and I close my hand around her neck. "I don't want to see you in skimpy shorts like this," I warn her. "Why? Because they make your dick hard?" she raises her brows, teasingly. Leaning in until only her can hear my words, I explode,"No, because I would
***SUMMER'S POV***That son of a bitch. I am mad at Sinclair that he wouldn't hear the last of it. "Where are you now?" I ask them and Gunner speaks out. "I can't tell you, Summer, I am sorry but that is for our own safety. You know? In case this call is being monitored," Gunner says and it makes sense. "Okay, but I miss you both. I want to come home," I confess, wiping more tears from my ears. "Hush, Summer, Smokey and I will device a plan and before you know it, you would be with us at home, where you deserve to be," he says. "But that wouldn't happen until the ninety days are over. What if you both replace me then?" I wonder, fighting back the tears. "That wouldn't happen, I promise. See, Summer, I've got to go now and until you can get yourself a burner phone, you can't continue calling us like this, it's risky," Gunner says. "I am sorry, I just wanted to let you people know I am doing alright," I confess. "I miss you now, girl. Goodbye," he says and the line goes dead. I
***SINCLAIR'S POV***Summer Jones or whatever her fucking name is will be the death of me. She gets me so feral that I always want to fuck her. I don't hide the fact that I want to always fuck her and although she doesn't make things easier for me, she still spreads her legs willingly. To think a man hadn't claimed her virgin pussy before me is unbelievable. Letting her go would be a tough one and I know that. "Mr. Sin," Matteo says walking towards me as I approach him with my briefcase. "Where is Michelle?" I ask raising my brow as if I expect him to be keeping her. He shrugs before saying, "Maybe having breakfast?" he demands taking my briefcase and standing straight. "Go ahead, I need to have a word with her before we leave," I say and he nods his head agreeably. Walking into the breakfast room, I find Michelle biting on a croissant, pressing on her phone as well. Pissed off, I walk over to her frowning. "Good morning, Sin," she says as I drop a quick kiss
***SUMMER'S POV***A few hours earlier. I've just had breakfast and surprisingly, Michelle looks happy as she looks at her fingernails in a bored fashion. "We need to go shopping, Summer," she says. I don't utter a word and she continues blabbing. "Then later, we need to go to the salon, do our manicures and pedicures. Oh! I need a new haircut. Do you think I should change my hair colors? Maybe dye my hair?" she asks. I glare at her shocked at that last part. "Fuck no, I don't think I want that for you. And no, I can't go out with you," I mutter, feeling sad. "Bullshit! I don't think Sinclair would mean, besides, you are with me and you aren't going to run away, right?" she demands her eyes searching mine. I don't know if this is a test or what, so I just shrug, keeping my mouth shut. "I know you want to go away, Summer, but I am sorry, I can't let you go," she stutters. I gasp. "I beg your pardon?" I say starting on my legs. Michelle follows me, but he
***SUMMER'S POV***Smokey spent a whole five minutes telling me about his worst fears and for a man like him to say that to me, I knew he was right, considering how reserved he is. "What's now?" he demands holding me in his arms. "I miss you both but I can't leave Mr. Sin, he will track us down and that's a breach of contract on my part," I confess, my eyes twitching. I bury my face in Smokey's chest and sob gently. "Stop crying, little girl, you know I hate tears," he murmurs, and Gunner pulls me to his side. His fresh cologne and aftershave waffles my nostrils and I look up at him as he holds either side of my face. "Summer, we will get you out of this," Gunner promises. I nod. He removes a phone from his pocket and slips it into my gown's pocket, zipping it close. "That is a burner phone. Smokey and mine's number are registered in it, honey, we will give you a call when we have a new place to call home," he finishes. "Thank you," I reply. "Is the bast
***MICHELLE'S POV***I've been crying since I left Cindy's Fashion House. Sin had let Cindy credit him directly, ignoring me, and then, fixing on how to send the clothes home. Summer had still being unconscious when Sin drove her to the hospital, he hadn't even looked at me, just spoken to Matteo to take me home. "Fucking Sin. He thinks that I am an object," I blurt out in the car, but Matteo keeps calm.He snubs me too, which pricks at me, because he is supposed to be my best friend, my boyfriend, but here he is, acting like a wall. "You are not going to say anything?" I blurt out in shock. He still doesn't respond. When the car alights in the garage, I walk out of it, slamming the door behind me as I stomp into the house. By the time I reach my room, Matteo's strong and clasp on my arm as he swirls me around and slam me against his door, breathing hard in my face. "Don't fucking walk out on me, and stop being a silly brat," he growls. My breathing becomes l
***MATTEO'S POV***I'm so pissed off at Michelle right now that when she walks past me after I've warned her not to do so, I swirl her into my arms and bend her over the couch, spanking her soft buttocks. "You can't do that, Matt," she cries out, trying to escape from me. She wouldn't unless I said so. "You are going to be quiet for me or I will make the strokes harder," I warn spanking her again. When she groans, I feel her rubbing her pussy together, making me know she is enjoying this. "Did you see the guys Summer met earlier?" I ask one last time, waiting to see if she responds honestly or not. "No! I swear it," she blurts out. When I spank beneath her thigh on the soft tender flesh, Mich wails in pain. "Please, Matt, stop! You are hurting me," she cries out more and I know that she isn't lying to me. Taking a step back, she slumps against the chair, shaking with tears and covering her face from me. I reach out to her but she yanks backward, making m