My Sweet Punishment by Amelia Brooks (books like harry potter txt) 📖

       God, I mentally rolled my eyes. She’s openly flirting with him. And Collins, I see, is not against it at all. I calmly stepped aside. I don’t want to listen to the cheerful memories of their “business” meetings.

         I looked at the blonde again. She seems to be in her early thirties. She might even be the same age as Collins. But the woman looks pretty good, I have to admit. Beautiful, bright, well-groomed… I already see a picture of them together under the title of some article, “Well-known businessman and his elegant companion.”

         I realized a long time ago that I would never be a part of this society. His society. And I don’t want to. I bit my cheek nervously when I saw that the man had already said goodbye to his passion and was now heading towards me.

      “We’re going to dinner tonight,” he said dryly. “Choose a decent evening dress online. You can use my work card for payment.”

      “There’s... no need to waste money,” I hastened to assure the man. “I brought the one you bought me last time.”

       “Ms. Brown,” he said in a voice that could have cut steel, “you can wear the same clothes every day when you’re not working. But not in my company.”

        I frowned but didn’t argue. I wouldn’t have had time. After dropping the last sentence, the man walked quickly and confidently to the exit of the building, thus putting to an end our conversation.

        Well, then, I’ll get a different dress for him. I know I’m pulling the tiger’s whiskers, but I can’t help it.

       An hour later, my “weapon” was delivered to the room. I don’t know what kind of demon got into me when I chose it. But I’m sure this dress will be able to compete with even the most revealing Olivia’s outfits.

       Tight silk dress of juicy burgundy color with length just below the knees. A low neckline and thin straps reveal my slender shoulders. A wide black belt accentuated my wasp waist. And even a provocative slit to the thigh as a whole did not cheapen my image.

        I looked rather seductive and even sexy. I grinned. Perhaps it was the Spanish air that affected me. I left my hair loose. I put on my black sandals and headed out.

        Let’s see how you change your tune next to me now. I was already anticipating Collins’s “cold” reaction.

       But my future victim wasn’t in the car. From the driver’s words, I realized that the boss had left the hotel long ago, instructing him to take me to the place.

       As it turned out, the dinner was not held in a restaurant but on the deck of a snow-white yacht. We arrived at the pier when it was already dark, and the stars had scattered across the sky.

      No one met me again. The boat was full of people. Music was playing, everyone was drinking and dancing. But I didn’t meet Collins after half an hour of wandering alone. At first, I thought I was on the wrong boat, but the next moment, I saw a familiar male silhouette.

       Caught you. I was suddenly so incredibly relieved. I pushed my long hair back and walked to the couch where my punishment was sitting. As suddenly... I abruptly stopped, almost knocking down a passing waiter.

       Collins was not sitting alone but in the company of the buxom blonde from the conference. The man lazily put his hand on her waist and leaned close to whisper something. And this was something the woman clearly liked.

       What does he do? Is he trying to make me feel like a jerk again? Have fun with a Spanish girl, and then later with me in the hotel room?

       My temples throbbed. The music and voices around began to fade into the void. Hot tears filled my eyes. How painful it was. I slowly stepped back until I suddenly felt no support under my feet at all. But I didn’t care…

     It was only when I plunged headfirst into the cold water that I came to a belated realization. I fell overboard! And we have already sailed a good distance from the shore. The waves weren’t big, but they were big enough to swallow salt water.

       I could swim, but only when my feet felt the bottom. In the pool, I can easily do it. But now, I was in such an uncontrollable panic. Plus, the ship began gradually moving away, and it seems that no one noticed the girl floundering overboard.

     Is this how it’s going to end? Such a stupid death. I felt myself slowly sinking under the water. Last thought: “I wish I could see James get back on his feet.”