Chapter 52

Memories from this morning’s masturbation session flit through my mind, but the sound of Christine’s annoying voice quickly puts an end to the hard-on I was working on.

“Should she really just be feeding him without your permission?”

“She has my permission,” I say, forcing my words to sound pleasant.

She makes an annoyed sound and adds, “He’s a good-looking horse. Maybe I’ll buy him.”

I see Ella’s hand freeze on Pierre’s neck as her whole body stiffens at Christine’s words.

“I’m afraid he’s not for sale.”

Christine gives me a cold look. She hooks one of her ridiculous nails around a strand of blond hair and carefully tucks it behind her shoulder.

“I see. Are any of these horses for sale?”

I meet her heavily made-up eyes. “Not at the moment, no.”

She purses her lips together, making her look as if she’s just sucked on a lemon and puts her designer sunglasses back on.

“Call me when something’s available, Beau,” she says before lifting her chin in the air and marching back to her enormou