Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Their goal is to ensure I’m never separated from my guards again.
Not that I object—I have better things to do than die.
And really, if I don’t focus too much, I don’t notice the guards shadowing me.
As the penthouse’s elevator closes behind me, I expel a lingering breath.
All right.
I need to focus on better things instead of uneven eyes and veiled threats.
With my new resolve, I unpack my gym bag, then put my workout clothes in the washing machine and start the cycle.
Yes, there are staff members who do this for us, but I always liked to take care of my own things. It’s not really controlling tendencies, as my cousin Lidya tells me.
Or maybe it is.
If the shoe fits, I guess.
I just like having everything in order in my structured space. There’s comfort in knowing everything is exactly where it belongs. The clothes in the washing machine, the sneakers in the shoe compartment, the bag in the closet, neatly tucked between other bags, all color-coded.
Mom says I take after Uncle Anton, and I guess I do. He’s also neurotically organized, dare I say more than my parents combined.
After I arrange everything in place, I walk into the kitchen and retrieve some eggs and milk from the fridge. As I set them on the counter, my fingers still wrapped around the neck of the glass bottle, I pull out my phone.
I should text Danika good morning and check on her.
Truth is, I wasn’t the best companion last night. At least, not after that pest showed up.
Break up with her and change schools, he said.
I release a huff.
Who the hell does that prick think he is, expecting me to follow his demands?
And they were demands.
He seems to have grown so much audacity in the past four years, transitioning from ridiculous to downright entitled.
At any rate, I was livid and distracted for the rest of the evening, and Danika got the short end of the stick of my changing moods.
We did spend time together, and I fucked her like I always do after dates, against the kitchen counter, making sure she orgasmed. After all these years, I’ve learned to touch her the right way to have her shake around my cock.
It’s kind of my favorite part about sex, just seeing her enjoy what I give. It’s how I manage to reach a climax myself.
Yesterday, though, I had to keep going for quite a bit. My thoughts drifted elsewhere, and my body was stiflingly not really into it.
Though really, sex is a habit at this point, which is natural for long-term relationships, I believe.
So when Danika said her dad expected her back to discuss their family’s situation, I just let her go, then proceeded to toss and turn in bed.
When that got to be too much, I indulged in bad habits—things I always told myself I’d never do again.
I swipe open my phone and see a message from an unknown number. My brow furrows.
My phone number is encrypted, so no one should have access to it, let alone someone unknown.
Every instinct tells me not to open it, but then again, I need to know who the hell got hold of my number.
Unknown Number
For your entertainment
With a deepening frown, I click on the cloud link attached, and it takes me to a video.
The footage is a little unsteady, with faint light barely illuminating what appears to be a hotel room.
At first, I can’t make out what I’m seeing as the camera trembles slightly, but gradually, it steadies, coming into sharp focus.
A huge hard cock lies between big breasts with brown areolas. I tilt my head to the side, a prickling sense of recognition washing over me.
“Damn, these tits are fucking amazing.”
The voice.
The deep, slightly raspy voice, low and raw, like smoke curling in a noose around my throat.
That damn voice I’d recognize anywhere.
Fucking Yulian.
“You don’t mind me filming, yeah?” he speaks again, thrusting his cock between the breasts cradled in a pair of scarlet-tipped hands.
“Why are you filming?” she asks in an extremely familiar breathy moan.
My fingers tighten around the bottle of milk.
“Because I want to keep this memory, beautiful.”
“It’s okay. Just don’t post it online.”
“I won’t. This will be our dirty little secret.” I can hear the smirk woven through the lazy drawl of his “dirty.”
I don’t need to see their faces to know exactly who’s speaking. They’re both etched so deep in my psyche, it’s impossible not to recognize them.
Still, a part of me refuses to accept it.
“You’re so fucking hot, did you know that?” The words fall from him in a soft growl.
The camera follows his cock as he slides it down her stomach and over the gold dress that’s bunched around her waist.
“So are you.” She moans, running her fingers over defined abs, and he films that, following the motion of her red nails. “Fuck me with your huge cock, handsome.”