Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“My mom is going to be fine,” the young girl says in a choked voice, swallowing hard. “She just needs another dose of that drug that just came out. You know, the miracle one.”
“Clestrapolazine?” I say in a gentle voice. “Yes, I’ve heard it can work wonders, but it generally works best for patients in Stage 1 or 2. Stage 3 even, and you know Sally’s at four.”
“Right, but it could have an effect,” Jenna says in a determined voice, her eyes fixed on the ground. “Never say never because modern medicine works miracles these days.”
“Of course,” I agree in a low voice, before shifting over to sit next to the young woman on her deck lounger. I take her small hand in mine, my expression sincere. “And you know I’m always here for you, Jenna. Whatever you and your mom need, just let me know.”
The young girl takes a deep breath, her big bust rising as she stares straight ahead.
“Right,” she says in a soft voice. “About that.”
What is Jenna referencing? Most likely, her mom has told her about my impending guardianship, and maybe Jenna has some questions for me. Maybe she has some issues she wants to clear up, such as curfew, mealtimes, special food requests, and our schedules in general. It’s fine and normal to have these questions, and I’m grateful to Sally for broaching the issue with her daughter because the sooner we tackle the hard questions, the better.
But then, Jenna turns to me, her blue eyes suddenly so dark that they’re almost indigo.
“So Mr. Purdy,” she begins in a low voice, looking down at our clasped hands. Her palm is so tiny that it almost disappears in mine, but I squeeze her hand gently in reassurance.
“You know you can ask me anything,” I say in a low tone. “I’m an open book, sweetheart, and I’m here to help. Nothing is off limits.”
Jenna takes a deep breath again, her big bust rising and my cock jerks in my shorts in response. Damn, her peaked nipples are visible beneath the red fabric because they’re so big and hard, and her skin is almost luminescent in the morning light. A small bead of moisture streams down her chest at that moment, and I have to fight the urge to bury my tongue between her giant tits before licking up that tantalizing trickle.
But I’m a sick fuck, and shouldn’t be thinking these things. This girl is literally grieving her mother’s impending demise, and here I am, dreaming about fucking that wet pussy as her breasts bounce in time to the rhythm. I should be thrown in jail for my sordid fantasies, and even I wouldn’t blame the cops for tossing me in the slammer.
But Jenna takes me by surprise by turning to face me so that we’re looking into each other’s eyes.
“Mr. Purdy, I need your help.”
“Of course,” I say in a low tone, captivated by her mesmerizing gaze. “Anything, sweetheart. Again, nothing is off limits.”
Jenna bites her bottom lip, making my cock go stiff again. Damn, I’m going to have to cancel my swim and jack off in the shower at the rate this is going. Yet I force myself to listen carefully because obviously, this is a critical moment.
“My mom and I are broke,” Jenna says in a low tone. “And I need you to take some naughty pictures of me for my fan site. I just need a few, and it’s nothing crazy. But I can’t ignore my subscribers while I’m here in Hawaii, so I need to put out some content. Will you help me, Mr. Purdy? By taking the photos, I mean.”
I stare at the young girl. Naughty photos? A fan site? What the hell is Jenna talking about? But of course I already know what the answer is … because it’s yes.
2
Jenna
The huge man pauses after I make my request.
“I’m sorry?” Rick asks in a deep voice, his black brows rising. “Did I hear you right?”
I swallow because this is so embarrassing and yet it shouldn’t be because I’m a woman who’s supporting her ill mother, and I need to do whatever it takes to make ends meet. There’s no shame in what I do, nor is it illegal, so I take a deep breath and gather my wits about me. Then I meet the billionaire’s blue gaze with courage.
“I have an account on Only Fans, and I post racy pictures and videos of myself there. I’ve done well, and they pay generously, so I’m able to afford a lot of things for my mom. Everything’s legal, and it’s not like I’m underage or anything. It’s fine. Lots of girls do Only Fans these days.”
The huge man next to me is still for a moment, absorbing my words. He inclines that square jaw a fraction of a millimeter, and thankfully, his expression is thoughtful and not disgusted.