I lost the bet.
But Ferrari stopped fucking me when I did. He came outside of me, then he carried me in his arms while he ran me a bath. I was too tired to remember much of what happened, but I know that when I woke up, I was cleaned and changed.
Oh, and dinner was ready.
"Did you make this?" I asked tearing into the chicken drumstick in my left hand.
He shook his head, "Irina came over while you were asleep." He inched closer to me on the dining table, "Why? Did you want to eat my dish?"
I got a weird innuendo from his words, and ignored his question altogether. My aching back and ass were enough reminder for me not to let this man fool me anymore.
Halfway through dinner, Ferrari threw a question at me.
"What did you want me to do?" He asked, bringing up the deal from earlier in the bathroom.
"It's not important now, I lost the bet remember?" Something I wasn't proud to admit.
