Leilani passes the underwear to the shopping assistant and nods at a matching bra.
“I want to buy one in each size,” she tells the assistant.
The assistant nods.
“One in each size?” Andrew asks curiously. “Don’t you know what size you are? Or do you think it’ll be changing with the arrival of the baby?”
Andrew glances appraisingly at her body, measuring her with his eyes.
Leilani thinks for a moment and turns back to the shop assistant.
“I changed my mind,” she says. “I want ten in each size.”
“Ten? Are you crazy?” Andrew asks.
“I’m going to give every woman in the mansion, including the servants, a set of underwear,” she says. “Every woman beside me will be prepared to satisfy you at any time.”
“What do you take me for?” Andrew asks amusedly. “Some sort of stallion?”
“You’ve said as much yourself,” Leilani replies.
She picks up a plain set of white cotton lingerie. “Do you like it?”
“It’s too small for you,” Andrew says.
Has he been with so many women, he can judge a woman’s size with his eyes alone? She thinks, frowning.
Leilani raises her chin toward a model at the back of the shop. She sees several sultry models in the store. She suspects they’re there to try on underwear for potential customers. “Can you tell her measurements?” she asks Andrew.
“35/25/35,” he says after a split second. “They’re not as good as yours,” he added with a wink.
Leilani grabs a set of underwear that matches Andrew’s guess and passes it to the model. When the model emerges from the changing room, Leilani can’t help but gasp. The sheer white lace clings tightly to her rear, and a small ‘v’ of fabric in front leaves little to the imagination. With each step, her tanned b.r.e.a.s.ts bounce in the lacy bra.
The model slinks toward Andrew and puckers her thick lips. She winks a big brown eye at him. Leilani knows the model would be all over Andrew if she weren’t there. And suddenly, Leilani has an idea. “Do you feel anything?” Leilani asks.
“Do you want to feel it?” Andrew asks.
He grabs her handcuffed hand and presses it to the front of his jeans. Leilani can’t believe he’s not hard. She snatches her hand away from him, causing the handcuffs to dig into her wrist. Then she beckons to the model. “I’ll give you ten thousand dollars,” she says. “Touch him and see his reaction.”
Andrew smirks. The model smiles confusedly.
“I don’t understand,” the model says. “He’s your boyfriend, right?”
“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my prisoner,” Leilani replies. “Look at the handcuffs.”
The model doesn’t believe Leilani; she’s never seen a prisoner dressed in such high-end handmade clothes. The watch on his wrist alone has to be worth tens of millions. They definitely seem to belong to each other, and she wonders if the couple is playing some sort of kinky game.
“You’re so naughty,” Andrew says. He jerks the handcuffs and tries to hold Leilani’s hand, but Leilani pinches his palm and dodges him.
“Come on,” Leilani says, smiling teasingly, “Just let her touch you. I want to see if a normal man can resist her charms.”
“A normal man couldn’t,” Andrew says, looking behind Leilani. “You really want to try?”
Leilani nods. There’s no way he’ll be able to resist such a s.e.xy woman, she thinks. Within a few minutes, he’ll be desperate to get these handcuffs off so he can go f.u.c.k her in some dark corner. As soon as he’s busy with her, I can make my escape.
“If you can get that man to react, I’ll give you a million dollars,” Andrew promises the model.
Leilani looks over her shoulder to see who Andrew’s talking about. She feels her blood run cold when she sees Waylen strutting across the store. He’s dressed in a three-piece suit and has a neatly folded silk pocket square in his jacket. Every woman in the store stares at him l.u.s.tfully—no one can take their eyes off him.
Leilani gazes blankly at the man walking toward her, and she begins to feel dizzy. The exclamations and admiration of the shop girls fade away, and the air seems to leave the room. Suddenly, a discordant voice sounds across the store.
“Leilani, what a surprise to see you here,” Leonie exclaims. “Are you buying underwear too?” Leonie looks at Andrew and smiles, insipidly, “Mr. Clifford, it’s so sweet for you to go shopping with Leilani.”
“It’s sweet of Mr. Bamford to go shopping with you,” Andrew responds.
Leilani steals another glance at Waylen and sees that he’s staring at her with terrifying intensity. She suddenly becomes conscious of just how close Andrew’s leg is to her own. She looks at the skimpy lingerie set in Andrew’s hand, and her stomach twists into knots. We look just like a happy couple, Leilani thinks. There’s no way Waylen will believe that this is all just an act. He looks absolutely devastated—I’ve never seen him look so tortured.
Waylen’s eyes cut right through Leilani, and she looks away from his gaze. She immediately regrets it. Refusing to meet his eye makes me look guilty, she thinks. She glances back up at him and slowly takes him in. His hair is perfectly arranged, and his fierce eyes seem to gleam in the soft light. She can’t help staring at his chiseled jaw and perfect lips.
She looks at his body and sees that his perfectly tailored suit hangs just slightly too loose. Waylen has lost weight, Leilani thinks. But he somehow seems even more gorgeous than normal. There’s absolutely no comparison between him and Andrew—Waylen is definitely the more handsome man.
Leilani can see the shop assistants staring at him and snapping sly pictures with their phones. Word seems to spread fast, and soon women flood into the shop to get a look at the famous Waylen Bamford.
Waylen looks down at the silver handcuffs with a straight face. The back of Andrew’s hand touches the back of Leilani’s hand in a gesture of careless intimacy. Are they really so close? Waylen wonders bitterly. She’d barely let me touch her, and now she handcuffs herself to another man in public.
Waylen frowns miserably. Sensing his boss’ displeasure, Robert orders the bodyguards to kick all onlookers out of the shop. Soon, there are only a few people left in the shop. Despite the emptiness, the atmosphere in the shop is oppressive and tense.
The model stares l.u.s.tfully at Waylen, but she seems conflicted. Waylen’s expensive suit and haughty attitude radiate power, but a million dollars is a lot of money. She flips her hair and shifts her weight from foot to foot. Finally, she struts up to Waylen and slowly licks her thick lips.
“Sir, are you going to buy lingerie for your girlfriend?” she asks. “How about this set? I can try it on for you if you like it.”
She poses in a variety of seductive poses, showing her curves to their best advantage. Though she’s wearing lingerie, the fabric is skimpy, and her movement reveals the most private parts of her body. As she slinks around Waylen, she pulls the lace of the underwear, dramatically ripping it.
“Back off!” Waylen growls.
Waylen’s severity seems to startle the model, but she quickly regains her composure. “Do you have any particular interests, sir?” she asks, smiling seductively. “Perhaps I can introduce you to our latest styles.” She strokes his chest with her soft finger and looks up at him through her eyelashes.
Waylen flinches away from her touch and violently pushes her away. She stumbles backward into a display case, and lingerie and decorations rain down on her head. She looks to Andrew for help, but he merely shrugs at her.
Leonie looks pointedly at the gleaming handcuffs around Andrew and Leilani’s wrists. She smiles, nastily, “Well, don’t you two look nice and cozy.” She flips her hair and regards the model on the floor, “What’s the deal with her?”
“My woman wants to know if a man can resist seduction,” Andrew says, squeezing Leilani’s thigh. “Our friend over there is helping with our little experiment.”
Waylen clenches his fists at the words “my woman.” He looks like he wants to jump across the room and throttle Andrew.
“And have you gotten an answer yet?” Leonie asks.
“Not yet,” Andrew says with a defiant glance at Waylen. “I can withstand any seduction for the sake of my woman, but I wonder if you could do the same, Mr. Bamford. Do you want to try?”
Waylen turns to Leonie as if he hasn’t heard Andrew’s question. “Aren’t you going to buy lingerie?” Waylen asks. “Do you want me to help you pick?”
Leilani’s eyes darken, and her heart skips a beat. She can’t stop thinking about what Waylen and Leonie did in her bedroom. Images of Waylen tearing the lingerie off of Leonie flash before her eyes like a nightmare. She suddenly feels the need for fresh air. She wants to drag Andrew away, but Andrew sits still. The corner of his mouth is curled in a sinister smile as if he’s planning something. He stares intently at Waylen’s back.
“Too afraid to risk it?” Andrew asks tauntingly.
Waylen slowly turns around, and coldly asks, “Risk what?”
“Risk seeing if you can resist seduction,” Andrew says.
“Andrew!” Leilani whispers a warning to him. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Don’t you want to know if a man can withstand such seduction, darling?” Andrew murmurs. “Besides, if I win, I just might unlock the handcuffs.”
Waylen squints at their seemingly intimate interaction and looks defiantly at Andrew. “What’s the competition?” Waylen asks in a low voice.
Andrew casts an oblique glance at the model sitting on the floor. “It’s your time, girl,” Andrew barks, “Get up!”
The model looks up blankly and glances between the men. Leilani looks at the confused model, and the furious men and wishes she could somehow put a stop to it all. But she feels completely powerless. If she can’t even stop Andrew, what hope does she have of persuading Waylen?
I’ve heard that Andrew has had trouble getting it up after the transplant, Leilani thinks. All of the women in the house were freaking out about it. Could he actually be impotent? There’s no way he’d challenge Waylen to a competition unless he was sure he could win. Waylen is a normal man. If he couldn’t even resist Leonie’s seduction, he has no hope against such a s.e.xy beauty. Poor Waylen, he doesn’t stand a chance.
Leilani sighs. Once, she selfishly hoped that Waylen would always be hers, but now she knows the truth. Still, she can’t help but hope that he’ll somehow resist the model’s seduction. More than anything, she wants to believe that he still loves her.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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