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First published October 14, 2014
I am Justice Drake.
And I turn housewives into whores.
Now…who’s first?
Sexy does not equate good sex. More often than not, this theory holds true. If it didn’t, I wouldn't be in business. And let me tell you, business is good. Very good.
Maybe she’s the riddle that I can’t figure out. Or maybe she’s so damn perfectly imperfect that it’s endearing. But whatever it is, it’s got me. Fucked up as it sounds, it’s got me.
When you spend your life in the dark, looking up and wishing for something better- something brighter- you don’t realize just how lonely you are. Not until the sun shines, shedding light on all the empty spaces and filling them with beautiful warmth.
‘It hurts because I’m already bending and breaking. And there’s nothing I can do to fix it. If all we have is now, I know I’ll never be whole again. And, God... it’s worth it.
This is what your husbands want to see when you open your legs. No one wants to fuck Chewbacca.Then there’s Ally. This girl was awesome. The women at the retreat were a mix of vapid and shallow, or timid and self conscious. Ally broke the mold. I loved that she wasn’t afraid to speak up, wasn’t afraid to be herself. With Justice or anyone.
“Sit there and shut up, honey. One of us is a professional. Now, if I need help making a fucking sandwich or getting red wine out of a linen tablecloth, I’ll ask for your opinion. Otherwise, shut those powder-pink lips and look pretty.”
“That’s all they’re good for—looking pretty. Cooking. Cleaning. Taking care of disgusting, snotty-nosed spawn.”
“Without argument, she turns and quickly makes her way toward the door, fire trailing behind her like a sad, shooting star"
“She’s an angel. My angel with a halo of fire.
Against the bare walls and sparse furnishings, she looks out of place. A woman like her should be surrounded by beauty, immersed in all things soft and gentle.”
“The angel tumbles down to Earth into my own personal realm of lust, hedonism and shame. With eyes the color of the ocean and her halo of fire burning as bright as the desert sun, she speaks to me. And while she is raw and sullied, tainted by this beautiful hell, her words breathe life into the darkest, loneliest parts of me.”
“Now that we’re here, alone, the halogen lights illuminating that tainted smile that I have no fucking right to bear, my lazy ass Jiminy Cricket decides to intervene. "
‘I’m a lot of things – crass, stubborn, brutally honest, egotistical – but one thing I am not, is careless. I know my boundaries, and I never cross them. In a business where lines can be easily blurred, those boundaries are outlined in black Sharpie, traced in gasoline, then set the fuck on fire, ensuring that no one even gets close enough to inhale the fumes of temptation.
Yet, here I am, touching, tempting, tasting the limits. Begging to get burned by an angel with a halo of fire.’
‘Seems like I can’t stop the word vomit when I’m with her. There’s just something about Ally that distracts me just enough to forget myself, beckoning my truth like a siren’s call. I just want to tell her…everything.
Maybe we were friends in a past life. Or lovers.’
‘Kissing Ally would be so easy. Touching her, holding her, tasting her…it’d be like breathing.
I want to breathe. I want to inhale her in every way possible. I want her life to sustain me, her heartbeat to synchronize with mine.
But I don’t want to taint her. I don’t want her to be like me. A cheater. A deviant. An outcast. She deserves better, and I’m not better.’
‘I know I want her body more than I want my next breath. And I know that meeting her, basking in her smiles and wanting her on me like a second skin has forever changed me. But can there ever be more? Can I spend every night counting her freckles, like I once counted the stars? Can I replace my sunrise with the vision of her sleeping beside me, fiery hair, wild and tangled all over her face? Can I swim in those too-big turquoise eyes and drown myself in her laughter every night?
I think the biggest question is, How can I not?’
‘I kiss her again just to keep my mouth from admitting that it was. The beginning of the end. The very start of the saddest goodbye in history. Because after tonight, she’ll walk away from me and go back to him, holding a piece of me in the palm of her hand. And whenever I look up at the sky at night, wondering where she is, if she’s happy, if Evan laughs at her corny jokes or smiles whenever she does, that empty space left behind within me will ache with remembrance. Because her light once filled it. She filled me in a way that nobody on this Earth could. And I’ll never feel whole again.’
"I am Justice Drake," I state smugly without apology. It's a promise and an omen, gift-wrapped in two little words.Drake runs and exclusive resort which caters to the richest and most fabulous trophy wives. These women are sent to him by their philandering husbands in the hopes that Drake can turn them into sex kittens.
Sit there and shut, up honey. One of us is a professional. Now, if I need help making a fucking sandwich or getting red wine out of a linen tablecloth, I'll ask for your opinion. Otherwise, shut those powder-pink lips and look pretty.Because Justice Drake is one of the biggest self-absorbed assholes I've ever read. He has no tact and no empathy toward these women.
She and I are cut from the same cloth - misfits among millionaires. She may have the money and the status, but she's faking it. She can't even be honest with herself, and that's why, as much as she intrigues me, she disgusts me just the same. At least that's what I tell myself.Allison is one half of some kind of Kennedy-esque loveless marriage. Her husband Evan keeps getting caught in the tabloids with other women (including her best friend) so Ally was sent to Justice Drake and hopes that she can learn enough to keep her husbands dick at home, where it belongs.
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“This isn’t me. This isn’t the Justice Drake that people know and loathe. Yet, I don’t want to be any other way with Ally. I like who I am when she’s around. For once, I can just…breathe. I can just be.”
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“Ally may be Evan’s by law, but she’s mine by nature. And in a battle between lions, no one gives a fuck about what’s lawful.”
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Her scent surrounds me, digging its way into my skin and hair...into me. She's not only affecting me, she's infecting me.
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“If all we have is now, I know I'll never be whole again. And, God... it's worth it. You're worth it. I'll gladly stay broken for you.”
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"I am Justice Drake.
And I turn housewives into whores.
Now…who’s first?"
“I can't live without the sun shining down on my face, and I can't dream without the stars kissing me goodnight.”
"If all we have is now, I know I'll never be whole again. And, God... it's worth it. You're worth it. I'll gladly stay broken for you."
'Sit there and shut up, honey. One of us is a professional. Now, if I need help making a fucking sandwich or getting red wine out of a linen tablecloth, I’ll ask for your opinion. Otherwise, shut those powder-pink lips and look pretty. That's all they're good for – looking pretty'