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  INDECENT GAMES DUET

  By Clarissa Wild

  INDECENT GAMES DUET © 2019 Clarissa Wild

  Cover art by Clarissa Wild’s Booming Covers

  Copy Editing by Editing4Indies

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or person, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters in this book are eighteen years of age or older.

  License Notes

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  More Books by Clarissa Wild

  Dark Romance

  The Company Series

  Delirious Series

  Wicked Bride Games & Dirty Wife Games

  Savage Men Series: Caged & Locked & Chased & Branded & Hanged

  A Debt Owed & A Debt Repaid

  Father

  New Adult

  Fierce Series

  Blissful Series

  Ruin

  Erotic Romance

  The Billionaire’s Bet Series

  Enflamed Series

  Bad Teacher & Bad Boss

  Hotel O

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  Table of Contents

  More Books by Clarissa Wild

  About Wicked Bride Games

  Music Playlist

  Author’s note

  Prologue

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  Epilogue

  About Dirty Wife Games

  Music Playlist

  Prologue

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  Epilogue

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  About Clarissa Wild

  About Wicked Bride Games

  Fifty million dollars for three weeks of your life in the hands of a total stranger. Would you do it?

  When Naomi Lee finds herself out of a job and out of the money she needs to pay her father’s medical bills, she receives an anonymous letter, containing an offer she can’t refuse.

  Max Marino, a wealthy businessman, wants her, and he’ll pay any price.

  Three weeks of her time, no-holds-barred, in exchange for fifty million dollars.

  With no other means to pay her bills, Naomi has no choice but to accept.

  However, Naomi isn’t the only one who signs the contract.

  And Max isn’t alone in his deal.

  Three brothers …

  Nine girls …

  All competing for the ultimate prize … marriage.

  Let the games begin.

  WARNING: contains disturbing content some readers may find offensive. Includes scenes involving multiple men & women being dirty together. Every boundary is crossed. Read at your own risk.

  Music Playlist

  This book was heavily inspired by music and was never written without a song present. If you’d like to experience this novel as intended, please listen to the following playlist:

  “The Demon Dance” by Cliff Martinez

  “Are We Having A Party” by Cliff Martinez

  “Eyes On Fire” by Blue Foundation

  “Scream” by Grimes ft. Aristophanes

  “Medieval Warfare” by Grimes

  “I Am A God” by Kanye West

  “Acid Raid” by Lorn

  “Technically, Missing” by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

  “Consummation” by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

  “Take A Bow” by Muse

  “Anne” by Santigold

  “Outside The War” by Santigold

  “Aleph” by Gesaffelstein

  “Sweet Dreams” by Emily Browning

  “Desire (Hucci Remix)” by Meg Myers

  “Dark Star” by Jaymes Young

  “Only Human” by Cold Showers

  Author’s note

  Dear reader,

  Please heed the warning.

  This book is darker than dark. Darker than anything I’ve written before.

  It contains a lot of disturbing content that is beyond f*cked-up.

  If you do not like books that deal with questionable subjects, please do not read. This book is not about rainbows and unicorns. The people in this book are not normal, and they weren’t meant to be.

  If you’re a lover of dark, twisted characters that are just all-round wrong and stay that way… this book is right up your alley. Enjoy!

  Xoxo

  Clarissa Wild

  Prologue

  Accompanying Song: “The Demon Dance” by Cliff Martinez

  Naomi

  Nine girls.

  That’s how many are aligned in this room, including me.

  Nine girls with perfect hair and nails, their faces hidden under layers of makeup, their bodies dressed like mannequins from a high-end store.

  Nine girls inspected and judged like cattle.

  Three men.

  That’s how many are standing in front of us.

  Three men with the most beautiful faces wearing the most devious smiles.

  Three of us will be theirs.

  We all signed a contract, knowing full well what it entailed. For three weeks, they can do with us what they want, whenever they want, and in exchange, we will receive fifty million dollars. Each.

  We all thought we knew what we wanted.

  We were wrong.

  These are the Wicked Bride Games.

  The ultimate test to see if we’re willing, able, and … greedy enough to want the world.

  I want nothing more than to win … And I will win.

  Even if it means committing cold-blooded murder.

  Part I

  The beginning

  1.

  Accompanying Song: “Anne” by Santigold

  Naomi

  “I’m sorry, Naomi, but we have to let you go.” The lips of the man in front of me curl up into a short-lived smile. I clench my dress and fight the need to dig my nails into my skin. Or his.

  “The company can’t continue to do business without making cuts, and unfortunately, your position is no longer required, which is why we’ve come to this conclusion.”
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  “You can’t do this,” I say through gritted teeth.

  “Well … I just told you we are,” he scoffs like my retaliation insulted him.

  He shifts in his seat, his Adam’s apple moving up and down in his throat as he looks at the sheets of paper in front of him instead of at me. Damn fucker can’t even look me in the eye as he tells me I’m finished.

  “I need this job,” I reiterate.

  He sighs. “We know you do.”

  We. It sounds like he doesn’t feel a thing while he says it. Like he’s not a real person behind this façade.

  I wonder what it’s like to be in his position. To have the power to accept and dismiss on a whim without having to look out for yourself. I wonder if he goes home every night and kisses his wife without feeling remorse. If he sleeps well. If he’ll have nightmares of me screaming at him.

  “But that’s not possible, unfortunately. I’m so very sorry.”

  No, he’s not. He’s just saying that so I’ll have empathy for his situation. As if he’s the victim for having to tell me this horrible news. No.

  “If you were sorry, you’d help me get a different job. With the company or somewhere else.”

  He leans forward, holding a pen in his hand, which he swivels back and forth maniacally. He clears his throat and frowns. “I’m sorry, but we currently don’t provide such benefits. The only thing I can do is provide you with a letter of recommendation for your next employer.”

  “And that’s it?”

  “Yes. You’ll receive your final check within three days. I can try to speed it up, but I can’t promise anything.”

  I stare at him in disbelief. “There’s got to be something …”

  “No, sorry. The boss has already decided.”

  The boss. Good excuse not to take any responsibility for the layoff himself, even though I doubt the company really needs his position either. He only barks at his employees, even when they’re doing their job correctly, so he can sit back and watch them sweat. He knows he has the power, and he loves it. I can see it in his eyes.

  Sometimes, I wish I had the same power. I’d use it to screw with people like him and make them pay.

  His fingers slide some papers my way, but I don’t even look at them as I snatch them off the desk. I get up and straighten my skirt, putting up a front. I’m not about to let this fucker notice my dismay. Not if I can help it. I’ll keep my dignity with grace.

  So without looking at him, I turn around and walk out the door, hoping he breaks that pencil of his and shoves it up his ass.

  ***

  Later that day

  Mom grabs my hands and rubs them. “Your hands are so cold, honey. I just drank a cup of coffee, so mine are nice and warm.”

  I smile, but the smile doesn’t stay. “Thanks.”

  “You look so pale, Naomi. Are you still eating okay?”

  “I’m fine, Mom.” I clear my throat, trying not to sound upset. “How’s Dad?”

  “Oh, you know, the usual.”

  “He’s not smoking anymore, right? Tell me you threw them away.”

  “I did; don’t worry,” she says. “Besides, he’s not going anywhere. He can’t even get out of bed anymore, and he’s still coughing up his guts.”

  The way she describes it makes me wince.

  “Is he still taking the meds? You know you have to watch him take them.”

  “Yeah. I hand him the glass of water myself every morning with them.”

  “Good.” I nod. “If he won’t put in the effort, then at least you will.”

  “Oh, honey … I know your dad can be a … complicated man, but he’s only trying to be less of a burden.”

  “When is he going to understand that he’ll never be a burden?” I squeeze her hand.

  “I don’t think he ever will.” She briefly chuckles, but it fades away too. “That’s just the way he is. Never accepting any help. Always stubborn.”

  “Even when he’s dying …” I mutter.

  “What?”

  “Oh, nothing,” I add, smiling it away.

  I don’t want to make her feel bad. I just want to know Dad’s okay. Even if he isn’t. Knowing he’s still fighting the cancer at least gives me hope.

  “So how is everything going with you? Still working hard?”

  The question makes me choke up a little, but I slowly manage to form a reply. “Uh … yeah, it’s fine.” I don’t want to tell her the truth. It would break her already fragile heart.

  I pull away and look at the other people in the coffee shop, contemplating what I’m going to do. I can’t not do it. I just can’t. So I reach into my pocket and pull out an envelope. I slide it to her across the table. “This is for you.”

  With furrowed brows, she grabs the envelope and sneaks a peek inside then immediately flattens it on the table. “Oh, Naomi …”

  “Take it,” I say.

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. It’s yours.”

  “You don’t have to …”

  “I want to,” I say, looking her directly in the eye, so she knows I’m serious.

  “But you need it.”

  “Not as much as you,” I say, and that’s the truth.

  I may be a cold-hearted bitch on the work floor, but I love my fucking parents to death, and I would kill a son of a bitch for them if I had to. Just so I can see them be happy because, god … they deserve it after raising a girl like me.

  “You’re my daughter …” Tears well up in her eyes. “I’m supposed to take care of you.”

  “And you’re my parents. I have to look after you too. Just let me do this. I can do without it. You need it more than I do.”

  She leans forward across the table and pulls me in for a hug. “Oh, Naomi … What did we do to deserve a daughter like you?”

  I smile while petting her back, wondering the exact same thing.

  And to think I wasn’t even sure whether I should do this, considering the fact that it’s the last bit of money I have.

  I wouldn’t do this for just anyone. Family is my number one priority. Anyone else can go fuck themselves. But I’d kill for family.

  And after seeing how grateful she is, I know I did the right thing. Dad needs more medicine to cope with his illness. It was the only choice I could make.

  “Thank you,” she whispers.

  “Don’t,” I whisper back. “Just take care of Dad, okay?”

  Her warm hand touching my back gives me hope, even if only for a little while, as she says, “I will.”

  ***

  Minutes later

  I make my way home in my shoddy old car, trying to keep it from falling apart by braking and accelerating with ease, so it doesn’t jam. I wish it would’ve lasted longer, but I guess that happens when you buy a third-hand car. It’s not like I had any other choice, though.

  And now, I probably won’t even be able to fill her up with gas either.

  Sighing, I park my car and get out, slamming the door as I walk to the apartment block. It smells of gasoline and burned food, which makes me pull my nose up as I enter the building. I pass a few doors while breathing through my mouth because the stench from their drugs permeates out their door and through the hallway. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the girl upstairs almost always has her door open, ready for men to drop by whenever, and I have no choice but to walk past her home because the elevator is broken. I just look the other way as she’s hung up on a guy, her whole room smelling like booze and sex.

  I try not to think about it as I go up to my apartment, but when I close my own door, I sink to my knees.

  God, how am I supposed to last here one more day?

  In this filthy building?

  In this dirty neighborhood?

  I’m nowhere.

  Fucking nowhere.

  My purse drops to the floor, pens and lip-gloss rolling out onto the floor. In a fit of rage, I pick it up and throw it at the wall as hard as I can. I scream and slam my hand on the floor.
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  “Fuck!”

  I could scream all day, but that would only make my neighbors suspicious, and that’s the last thing I want right now.

  I just want my fucking job.

  No, screw that; I want a better one.

  I am worth more than that. More than that fucking asshole sitting in that chair handing me those papers.

  I will not let anyone treat me like that ever again.

  I get up and grab a broom from the kitchen to sweep up all the glass shards from the lip-gloss. Without complaining and without making any noise, I clean it up, grabbing a cloth to rid the carpet of the pink stains. I rub in the water and wipe it off until it’s squeaky clean again. Until you can’t even see one speck … not one tiny crack.

  The light bulb flickers, but I pay no attention to it. It’s been going on like this since forever, and I doubt it’ll get any better. If anything, my electricity will probably be shut off soon.

  A drop of water falls from the ceiling onto my face. I gently wipe it off and gaze up at the chipped, moldy wood above me. Water is leaking from the pipes above. Again.

  I sigh. I wish I could ignore it, but after so many failures, how is that even possible anymore?

  My life is crumbling. My home is falling apart. And now, my job is gone too.

  I get up and throw the cloth in the sink. Then I open the drawer next to my door and pull out the papers to check them. Because of the recent troubles with Mom and Dad, I’d completely forgotten about this … until now.

  One week … That’s how much time I have to pay the rent I owe before I am evicted. I already have so much trouble paying them on time. I guess they finally had enough.

  How am I supposed to pay the rent?