Wicked Ties Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Wicked Ties Chapter 2

... to her. She’d never seen him look more gorgeous, or more dangerous. “Give it back.” Laura said slowly. Derek gazed at the recorder, then back at her, obviously pleased with himself. “I wonder…Did my very own Ace Reporter keep a little souvenir from our last tryst?” He clicked play. After about 20 seconds of her moaning out his name, he pressed stop, looking smug. She pounced on him, trying to get the recorder back, only for him to hold it up high above his head. “Give it!” She yelled. He waggled his eyebrows playfully, “Now, now, Laura, play nice.” “You’re the one who took it from me!” She retorted. All of a sudden, she had a terrible urge to stick her tongue out, despite the gravity of her situation. “It’s only fair, you’re the one who decided to record our sweet lovemaking.” He said, gazing at her dreamily to add to the joke. Laura made a gagging sound. “Ugh, just give it back.” He pressed the button on the wall and the elevator started moving once more. “Sorry, this is leverage. Either you come on the tour, or I leak this.” She looked at him incredulously. “Seriously? You’d risk your reputation just to make me miserable?” He smirked. “Baby, I’m a rock star. If I’m not screwing gullible reporters. I’m doing it wrong. Thanks for helping me see that by the way, you’re a real treasure.” Laura wanted to crawl into a hole and ...

... ide. Her crappy day had turned into a legitimate disaster. He had her. She couldn’t let him release the audio. No matter what it did to his reputation, it would surely ruin hers for good. The elevator door opened and Derek walked out, skipping comically. He turned to face her and waved the recorder and waved it in front of her face. “See you in 3 days. Oh and by the way, you’re not a bad writer. You just lack perspective.” Laura shook her head and stared at him, feeling too tired to care. “And you can give me that?” He shrugged, “I guess, we’ll see.” With that, he turned around and left her standing in the middle of the open elevator. With shaky fingers, she grabbed her phone from her purse and dialed Jeremy’s number. She was thankful to reach his voicemail, not feeling mentally capable of holding up an entire conversation. “Hey, Jeff. I’m really sorry, but I can’t pick you up right now, something came up at work. I’ll see you at home, okay? Bye…” She sighed and put her phone back in her bag. In 3 days, she was going to become a glorified groupie from an egomaniac rock star against her will. She winced. Life really wasn’t fair. Author's Note. I know, I'm late. I can't thank you guys enough for the positive votes you gave on the first chapter. I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations. Like always, have a good day or night!