Episode: 13

Ivanka P.O.V.

My mind drifted back to Jared. He said he would never lie to me or break my heart. He told me he would take care of me.

He told me he loved me. He promised to spend the rest of our lives in love with me and devoted to making me happy. He told me that we'd be happy together for the rest of my life.

"Stupid! I am such a fool! I can't even tell the difference between a gay man and a straight man." I grumbled, shaking my head as I let my gaze drift into the distance.

I was stupid to believe him. Stupid to let myself be blinded by my emotions. My insecurities.

But, wait I am confused. The way he kissed me and looked at my breasts. That makes Amir bisexual and not gay, right? No, his ass is so fucking gay. The way he was bent over and throwing that ass back. It was not his first rodeo, and he is clearly a huge fan of dick. Besides, does it matter we don't date men that like dick, period.

I scowled, thinking about it all and hating it more by the second. Every second I shared with Jared and Amir had been a lie.

The sounds of happy people in the bar faded away as I thought back to all the mistakes I had made in my lifetime. My phone buzzed beside my clutch. I opened it and winced seeing the message from Jared. "Please, Babe! Tell me where you are and I will come get you. I am worried about you. I don't care if Keisha gets upset. You will always come first."

Calgon take me away. What I would do for at least a moment's distraction.

"Ivanka, Darling!" A rich, deep voice said from behind me. I could almost feel the heat from the man's body on my bare back. "Is this seat taken?"

I turned around and tilted my head up to look into Michael Ambruso' extremely handsome face. He was tall, towering over me. In a crisp green button-up, a dark vest, and dark wash jeans. He wasn't so close to loom over me, but he was warm enough that the air between us was sizzling. It was the confidence in his tone and his easy expression that told me he was mature beyond his years. His hair was dark and styled just short of messy, brushing his forehead. His face was clean-shaven and chiseled. He was handsome, but it was his eyes that seemed to glow in the low light that got me.

"It's empty, Sexy! You can have it if you want it." I replied with a flirty smile. His lips twitched. "Can I?"

My face heated as I turned away slightly, not wanting him to see me blush like a school girl. My heart fluttered with anticipation and anxiety.

He settled into the seat beside me easily. The heat of his body so close sent a shiver of awareness through me.

Taking my hand into his hand. "Tell Daddy, who upset you. So I can deal with them. You were fine when I left you earlier at your hotel."

"You don't want to know and, besides, it's embarrassing as hell." I replied, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

"Now, I really want to know." he pleaded taking my face into his hands and kissing my cheek and looking deep into my eyes.

"Fine, but I am going to need another drink in order to share this embarrassing episode of my life that has, I think, permanently scarred me for life." I revealed, laughing nervously.

He lifted my hand to his lips and brushed his lips across my knuckles. The heat of his breath sent goosebumps up my arm.

"What can Daddy buy you to drink?" He glanced at my empty glasses. "Whatever you'd like?"

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit flustered. " Another round of patron shots if I must spill my guts and share my humiliation."

He smiled and gestured vaguely, as if calling the bartender over. "This should be good. If it's a patron night and not a wine night." He quickly ordered patron shots for both of us. When the drinks arrived, he smirked at me with a devilish grin. I blushed again.

"So tell Daddy what brings you here tonight?"

I tore my gaze away and decided to play it safe.

"My best friend Claire tried to play matchmaker, and it didn't go so well."

"Well, remind me to inform Claire that you have me now. So her services are no longer required in that department." Michael said confidently and teasingly. "By the way, you look absolutely delicious in that dress."

"I do?"

"Yes! I have not been able to take my eyes off you since the moment my eyes found you sitting at the bar all alone. I mean...it is hard to do anything else with all your lovely skin on display." He said, licking his lips. I couldn't help but imagine what he would look like with his face buried between my legs licking away all my stress.

He leaned close and murmured in my ear." You also smell delicious."

My heart started pounding, and I decided to jump off the cliff. "I taste even better." His eyes glinted and he smiled at me again. "I would love to find out. Just how true that is but you are drunk. I prefer my women able to consent and remember." he announced with another devilish grin, and I looked down and saw a huge tent forming in his jeans.

I swallowed and said,"I am not that drunk. Especially if you are just offering a really good lick between two consenting adults."

"Are you offering to be my pillow princess for the night?"

"If you promise to make me cum, repeatedly." I lifted my glass and threw my drink back. I smiled, drinking it, enjoying the tang on my tongue. I was truly appreciating all my liquid courage tonight.

He leaned closer with a grin. He was so much larger than me, much larger than Jared or Amir. The spicy scent of his cologne filled my nose and made a mess of my head. I wanted to be closer, to press my face into his chest and breathe deep.

"I promise! I am a pleaser. Come back to my place with me. This dress is too sexy to end up anywhere but on the floor tonight."

My eyes widened. My heart jumped, and heat pooled in my gut that felt almost foreign. Desire. Pure Desire.

"I'll make it worth your while. I promise to make your toes curl repeatedly."

I bit my lip and, despite the fear and the sense of wrong that twirled through me, I closed my eyes. This was the distraction I needed, and I was going to take it.

"Let's go."

As we entered his house, he cupped my face in his hands and pressed our mouths together in a searing and possessive kiss. I melted, whimpering as my back hit the door, and he pressed against me, rocking his hips against mine. So I could feel the hard, hot length of him against my stomach.