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  BREAK ME

  A SEX ME NOVELLA

  LOGAN CHANCE

  Copyright

  Copyright © by Logan Chance 2017

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher or author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  The novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and plot are all either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons—living or dead—is purely coincidental.

  First Edition.

  Dedication

  To anyone who has ever felt sad, lost, or broken.

  You are not alone.

  Contents

  Prologue

  1. KATY

  2. POLLUX

  3. KATY

  4. POLLUX

  5. KATY

  6. POLLUX

  7. KATY

  8. POLLUX

  9. KATY

  10. POLLUX

  11. KATY

  12. POLLUX

  13. KATY

  14. POLLUX

  15. POLLUX

  16. KATY

  17. POLLUX

  18. KATY

  19. POLLUX

  20. KATY

  21. POLLUX

  22. POLLUX

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Other titles by Logan Chance

  PLAY BOY

  About the Author

  Prologue

  A brand-new day. A fresh start. Another chance at life. A new beginning.

  Ever heard of these phrases? Yeah, well they’re all bullshit. Why? Well, I’ll tell you. The new life you think you’re having isn’t new at all.

  Your past mistakes. The hurt you may have caused. The lives you’ve ruined. They’re all still there. Hiding. Dwelling deep within you.

  I could have a thousand new lives, and it would never erase the people I failed. The mess I caused. The years of heartache I’ve dealt with.

  I failed her.

  She wasn’t meant for the life I caused.

  She was meant for so much more.

  But, she couldn’t see that. She hid her pain well. She cried herself to sleep every night, and I never noticed.

  I overlooked her sorrow.

  And then one day she was gone.

  Leaving the rest of us behind. And breaking us all.

  1

  KATY

  “Oh fuck, you like it when I choke you?”

  Hell yes. His handsome face, with the faint scar jutting through his left eyebrow, blurs. No one has ever choked me during sex. It's not actually a full choke, just light pressure on my windpipe by his large hand. I am too far gone to even answer this sex God, so I nod. “You're such a dirty girl. Your pussy is so wet for me,” he husks out, tightening his choke hold and driving his thick cock faster into me. I am. I am so dirty. Filthy. I can't tell him, because I can barely breathe.

  My ass slides across the cool marble of the bathroom counter as he rams into me. I bump and scoot along the small surface, and the basket of tissues flies to the floor when I reach out trying to get leverage. Tingles ignite low in my belly, fanning out. I'm going to come before he kills me. It's going to be epic.

  The heels of my red Louboutin’s dig into his firm ass, pulling him closer to me. My head falls back, and pricks of light fire off behind my eyelids as my orgasm rolls through my body.

  I can finally breathe when he releases my throat to grab my ass and lift me off the counter, thrusting into me until his tall, lean body shudders with his own orgasm. “Goddamn,” he mutters.

  He slides out, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash can. The swanky bathroom is no longer filled with the grunts and groans of sex, only an awkward silence. My short, red evening gown bunched around my waist is a wrinkled mess. And ripped. Fuck. I shimmy it down covering myself, trying to fix the delicate lace hanging from the bodice. His deep brown eyes meet mine as he tucks his weapon of sex voodoo back in his black tuxedo slacks.

  He grabs the tiny bit of dangling lace from my dress and rips it.

  “There, you won’t be needing this.” He tosses the material into the trash. “Your eyes are a little bloodshot,” he says, running a hand through his dark hair. “They'll just think you're drunk.”

  “What?” I ask, spinning around to look in the gold-framed mirror stretching across the wall. Shit. They are. Worse than the roadmap of my eyes is the love bite on my bare shoulder. Large and purple, where his full lips sucked. It was hot when he bit me, so hot I bit him back, but I'm not sure the wealthy people filling the ballroom will appreciate the hostess of the charity event to save their precious Dales pony looking like a two-dollar hooker.

  I lock eyes in the mirror with the sexy stranger behind me. Yes, stranger. The only thing I know about him is his name. Pollux. I'm assuming he must like ponies since he's here tonight.

  He reaches out and releases the snake pit of black curls on my head. “Now you really look like you've been fucked.” White teeth rake across his bottom lip. “Should've done that a while ago. I could've wrapped it around my fist.”

  Let me just say, I'm not used to men saying these things to me. The men I've been with would rather get off to stock portfolios than pulling my hair. Katy Dale Vanderlin, daughter of a prominent New Jersey physician, senior consultant of Master's Consulting Firm, and semi socialite, does not have sex with strangers in bathrooms. Actually, she doesn't have much sex at all, which is probably why I ended up with my panties by the door. The panties he’s now sliding in his pocket.

  “Okay, listen,” I tell him, “I don't usually do this kind of thing.”

  “Why?” he interrupts. “Too busy mingling with the stuffy asses out there?”

  Well, the tall sex God has good looks and brains. That's exactly why I don't. Fear of judgement, I guess.

  A knock on the door halts our self-examination of me. “Katy,” my assistant, Anne, calls out, “are you in here?”

  I hold a finger to my lips and shake my head at Pollux. “Yeah,” I answer.

  “James is looking for you.”

  Of course, he is. Anger courses through me. This prick has been on my ass all night. His neediness led me to seek solace in the hallway leading to the restrooms. That’s when Pollux stumbled upon me, and well, one thing led to another.

  I peer over at Pollux, smile, and rustle my fingers into the now mess of wild hair on my head, smoothing down the ends. “See ya around,” I say, as we walk through the bathroom door.

  A smile lights my face. Spur of the moment sex with a stranger is so not me. Not even a little bit. But it felt good to let my hair down, metaphorically speaking.

  I only get a few steps before James scowls in my direction. His balding head reflects the lights from above, blinding me momentarily.

  “Hi, sir. Did you need to see me?”

  “Yes, I know we’re not working, but did you get the AR-2 file to me this afternoon?” As if I would forget. I’m up for partner, and I wouldn’t make any mistakes now when I’m so close. I can almost taste the sweet victory of it all.

  “Of course,” I answer.

  “Who’s this, Katy?” James asks, sizing up Pollux.

  I can't exactly tell him this is the guy that choked me in the bathroom, so I step closer to Pollux and smile, or at least I try to in this awkward predicament. “This is, uh, um,...”

  Pollux cuts in, “Pollux Clark. I’m Katy’s boyfriend.” He smiles, extending his hand out toward James’s.

  Our eyes meet, and right now, I wish I could telepathically scold him. But, I weigh my choices and go with the charade. “Yes, he’s my boyfriend. I’m sure I’ve mentioned him before.”

/>   “Nice to meet you,” James says, shaking Pollux’s hand.

  Pollux drapes an arm over my shoulders. “Yeah, Katy here loves these events, but she needed some quiet time. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

  His hand moves further south, smacking my ass cheeks as he winks.

  I want to strangle his neck. “Yeah, honey. Sure,” I say through clenched teeth.

  James is unimpressed. In fact, he appears like he wants to murder us both.

  I step out of Pollux’s grip.

  “Pollux, are you coming Sunday to the company picnic at the park?” James asks.

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  “Great. See you then.”

  James leaves, ambling back to the twinkling lights of the party, and I turn to Pollux. “What are you doing? What was that?” I want to scream more things to him, but he laughs slightly, crossing his strong arms over his chest.

  “Calm down, princess. You looked like you could use the help.” He steps closer, pulling me against his firm chest. “I’ll see you Sunday, sugarplum.” He salutes me with a wicked grin before striding away.

  Asshole.

  2

  POLLUX

  Fuck. My night went from great, to complicated, to even more complicated.

  With my MacBook in hand, I sink down onto the large, overstuffed sofa in the grand penthouse suite of the Plaza, my home away from home while I stay in New York. It’s nice here, very accommodating, but the color choices are God awful. Blue and gold? It looks like a lot of the hotels I’ve stayed at in the South of France. Frilly, overdone, and just plain gaudy.

  Surfing the latest stock portfolios, I narrow my eyes as I come across Masters Consulting Firm. I click on Katy Vanderlin’s link and stare at the picture. Tight body, fiery eyes, and red, plump lips. Reading about her slew of top clients and hard work ethic is overshadowed by the way she felt coming on my cock.

  The idea of seeing her again makes me smile, but I need to tamper down the school-boy crush and focus on my main objective. And it sure as fuck isn’t falling for an executive at Masters.

  No, that’s the last thing on my agenda.

  It's probably best not to see her again, but, I need to be at that picnic. Hell, I need to be anywhere Craig Kendall, president of Masters, is. I’m finally making progress with my plan, and I won’t let some smoldering temptress persuade me otherwise.

  What's my plan? I’m a corporate raider, for lack of a better word. Sounds kickass, huh? Well, it is. I buy companies, tear them apart, and resell off the parts for big money.

  Right now, I have my sights set on one of the top consulting firms in New York. Yeah, you guessed it...Masters.

  I’m still unsure what I’ll do with it once I buy it. Tear it apart? Sell it whole? Run it myself? That’s why I want the inside scoop. I want to get a vibe for the employees. Not only how they work, but how they function as humans.

  This is how I operate. It’s how I work. Some may think it’s not a traditional approach, not old-school, but that’s the beauty of it all. Being unconventional is how I’ve become so successful.

  Staying incognito to achieve my objective is the main reason I threw out a fake name. Seemed fitting, a gala to save a pony...so I chose Pollux, the Greek patron god of horses.

  At thirty-four, I’m a beast in the boardroom. And an even bigger one in the bedroom. Katy Vanderlin just made things even easier for me.

  Sunday morning rolls around, and I smile at my new plan, and maybe a little bit because I get to see Katy again. This is the first time in years I've felt a spark of excitement. She’s fun. I’m sure she won’t be too happy to see me, and it makes it all the more fun. I keep it semi casual in black Armani. Trim button down shirt and slacks. Can't go wrong with Armani.

  I step off the street corner, weaving into the throng of people rushing to the Subway on this brisk afternoon in Manhattan. I hit the stairs and slip inside the closing Subway doors to grab a seat. I don’t think I’ve been on the Subway in well, ever. I’ve never ridden this hunk of junk. And now I see why. I'm shoved in between an earbud wearing yuppie and a religious zealot trying to give me a pamphlet on how to get to heaven.

  “No, thanks,” I tell him. “Hell has a spot reserved for me.”

  The sub pulls in at Grand Central Station, and I hop out, passing by the panhandlers with cardboard signs and street artists trying to get attention. Ninety percent cons. Like me, I guess. Pretending to be someone you’re not.

  Fuck, it's cold. My breath hangs in the freezing air, and I wonder how great this “picnic” is going to be. The people last night don't strike me as the type to picnic. When I think of a picnic, I imagine summer green grass, a wicker basket, and sitting on a red and white gingham blanket. Like the kind I used to take with my kid sister, Harper.

  Not the large white tent up ahead with the company logo for Masters.

  I step inside the chatter filled heated tent, removing my jacket and handing it off to the coat check girl by the front. How is this a picnic? The only ants at this picnic are the army of black clad servers circling the white linen covered tables. Ice sculptures of the board member’s heads sit on each table surrounded by a moat of crystal glasses. I almost laugh. I’ve been to many corporate functions, but this may set a new bar for pretentious.

  “Oh, Pollux, you showed up,” Katy’s sultry voice trills from beside me.

  I look down at her. “Yeah, of course.” I try my best to smile, but, honestly, my body freezes as I gaze at her.

  A small red flower is tucked inside the dark curls on top of her head. It matches the short red dress she’s wearing that hugs her curves.

  She grabs my arm, leading me to a less crowded area. “Why are you here?” she whisper-yells at me. “I didn’t think you would really show up.”

  I rub the tension in my neck. “Well…”

  James is my saving grace when he spots us and rushes over. “Pollux, so glad you could make it.” He shakes my hand. “Let me introduce you to a few people.”

  “Uh, sure.” I smile at Katy as I walk away.

  He stalks through the crowd, leading me to a table of old guys with thin gray hair and thick glasses.

  They exude wealth and old money, wearing designer suits and chatting over bourbon and some fancy leafy shit in a crystal bowl. Fucking perfect. I know who these men are, and the jobs they do, before James even rattles off the next line, “This is the board of directors for Masters,” James says. “Gentlemen, this is Katy Vanderlin’s boyfriend.”

  At the perfect moment, Katy slips her arm through mine and plasters on a huge smile.

  The men pull their attention from their lunch and all smile, welcoming me.

  John Gilmore, the youngest at the table, and that’s an overstatement cause he’s still like eighty or something, speaks, “Katy’s a valued employee. I’m glad to see her settling down so soon after her divorce. We like people we consider for partner to be solid.”

  Solid. Divorced. Things click into place. Katy’s not getting this partnership unless she lives up to the family standards on their logo.

  “Yes, Pollux is, well, he's great. He’s really something else.” Katy smiles beside me.

  He nods. “That’s very well. Why don’t you join us?” the man asks.

  “Oh, thanks. But I need to speak to my wonderful boyfriend here about a few things. Please excuse us,” Katy says, grabbing my arm once again.

  “Actually, I’d like to sit and chat with these fine gentlemen.” I wink.

  She rolls her eyes and turns away, and I chuckle as I watch her hips sway all the way to the bar set up in the far corner.

  I pull out a chair and redirect my attention back to the men at the table.

  The server slides a bourbon in front of me, and I wrap my fingers around the glass.

  “Pollux, what do you do?” Frank Peters asks. He’s only been on the board for less than five years, but they all worship him like a God. And maybe they should, he did graduate MBA Harvard.

/>   “A little of this, a little of that.” I straighten my grey silk tie.

  Their craggy eyebrows pull down in disapproval of my answer, and I smile with the confidence I’ve always exuded in these types of situations.

  “Pollux, what’s your last name?” a bow tie clad Harold Porter asks.

  I see the game they play. Pedigree. Am I from a well-connected family. Next, they’ll ask about my college and where I vacation in the winters.

  I tug at my cufflinks. I’m half-tempted to blurt out who I really am. That would wipe the smug glares off their faces.

  “Clark,” I answer. “But not like Superman. Batman is way cooler.”

  They chuckle. And holy shit. A hand wearing a platinum band on the ring finger lands on my shoulder. The owner. Craig Kendall. At thirty-five he landed this company by marrying Gabi Masters, daughter of the now retired founder, Phillip Masters.

  “I like this guy,” he says, taking a seat in the white wicker chair beside me.

  If I play my cards right, I won’t even need Katy.

  As we converse over politics, I make mental notes. I’m a hit with the board. I’m not sold on them, though. The more we chat, the more I realize if I want to get inside this company, really get a feel for the character, I need to up my game.

  After a few more minutes, Katy returns, tugging at my arm. “Honey, I really need to talk to you.”

  I gaze briefly at her, and then back at the men of the table. “Women.” I shrug and rise from my seat. “Nice meeting you.”