Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
The job I was supposed to do, the one I was in her neighborhood for, fell through. Even though I bailed, I later found out the guy I was supposed to meet there never even fucking showed up. Figures.
The next two weeks of my life were kind of fucking terrible.
After a few days, I realized I had to fuck someone else to make myself forget. It was obvious I’d never get to see her again. Not after those murderous looks from her man, or whoever the hell he was. I was lucky I’d gotten out of there alive. Not that I couldn’t have taken him, but I assumed a guy like that, in such a powerful financial position could have easily ruined me – or worse.
I went out to a bar. Several nights in a row.
I had girls hit on me, girls dance with me, girls grind on me.
But nothing fucking worked.
Not one of them got me off, not one of them got me hard. It was fucking excruciating. The only way for me to come was picturing the girl, with her tight little ass, and her ridiculous get-up. Her pretty face with tears streaming down her cheeks, and her palms leaving prints on those windows.
I was fucking whipped, and it made me fucking furious.
I tried to find out more about her. I knew all about him. It was the first thing I did when I got home that night, look up the bastard who’d stolen her from me. Because after what I’d done to her, I should’ve been the one to put her back together. Not her sorry-ass piece of shit boyfriend.
I didn’t know what their story was, and I didn’t really care either. All that mattered was that in the end, the girl would choose me. Just like they always did.
Finding out who he was proved to be easy enough. Not that it helped, because he kept his affairs private.
Hayden Seth King. Pictures of him showed a beautiful woman on his arm, a different one every single time. Galas, events, gallery openings, business shit. A different chick each fucking time. All of them fucking stunning, all of them younger, but none as young as the one he had now.
I envied the guy. Really fucking envied him. He wasn’t like me. He was a self-made man, a man who made his own fortune. And I’d squandered mine away.
Over the course of the next week, I became slightly obsessed with this King character.
He was fucking impressive. Owned half of town, and all three holes I wanted for myself. His apartment was worth millions. His company was worth several times that. I wondered if the girl knew about that.
I briefly considered showing up on their doorstep. I even lingered in the neighborhood a few times. I looked up at the sky-high building and wondered whether I should just go the fuck up there and tell the guy I wanted her, and he’d just have to fucking deal with it.
I even tried to do it once. But the piece of shit doorman I’d flipped off the last time I was there took great pleasure in throwing me out on my ass.
I lingered some more. Neither of them ever left the building. So either they were away, or holed up in that damn apartment. I couldn’t get to her that way. So I’d have to make her come to me.
There was no trace of the girl in his social media, no trace in the gossip websites that wrote about him. She was a nobody. And since I didn’t even know her name, I couldn’t really track her down.
By the time the second week had passed, I was really antsy. I wanted her. I wanted to get over this obsession for a silly little girl that wasn’t supposed to mean shit to me. Even though I woke up every night, the sound of her sobbing so fresh in my mind I could almost feel her body convulsing under mine.
And then my phone finally fucking rang.
Unknown number, and somehow, I just knew.
I picked up and didn’t say a word. I could practically feel his anger through the line.
“You remember?” he barked.
“Yes,” I replied. I grinned to myself as I lit a cigarette. “Hard to fucking forget.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he said. “You need to come back.”
“For her?” I took a long drag of the cigarette. Fuck. Yes. “I’d be happy to do that. Are you going to watch again?”
If he was into some cuckolding shit, I’d let him watch, just because I wanted her so badly. Though it would make me want to fucking kill him, knowing he was the one that got to take her to bed at night, and I was just there because of my dick and what it did to her tight little ass.