Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Fuck, that did something to me, seeing her like that, sexually satisfied, asleep in my sheets wearing only a post-orgasm glow.
Knowing I had been her first was almost too much.
I picked up my phone and took a few pictures of her.
She was simply breathtaking, the silky black sheets a perfect contrast to her soft ivory skin, and the moonlight made the slight red in her hair seem as bright as a flame.
Once she was comfortable, I put on a pair of silk pajama pants and stepped out onto the porch that connected the master bedroom to the living room. I planned to go to my office and get some work done, but I couldn’t stand the idea of being that far from her.
What if she woke up and became scared at her unfamiliar surroundings?
What if she called out for me and I wasn’t there?
The ocean waves crashed on the shore as I lit a cigarette and just watched the black water crest and recede while I tried to figure out how this got so fucked up so fast.
My plan was simple.
I would get the girl, then keep the girl and ruin the girl publicly.
I would show her entitled douchebag of a brother what happened when someone fucked with what was mine.
Luc Manwarring may have been above the law, but that did not make him above vengeance.
Instead, I had heartlessly taken her virginity, and she was now sleeping sated in my bed while I was still riled up.
I considered going in the bathroom to rub one out while thinking of how her lips would feel around my cock. Normally, that was what I would have done…no, that wasn’t true. Normally, if there was a naked woman in my bed and I was hard, I would wake her up with my cock sliding into her body. I would fuck her mercilessly until I was exhausted and fell into a dreamless sleep knowing that she would be gone by the time I woke.
Instead, I was on my patio, watching the waves with my dick hard and even more pent-up rage and energy buzzing under my skin.
It was too early to let Luc know his sister was missing or that I was the one who had her. There was no way I would be able to focus on spreadsheets, and if I wanted Olivia to behave tomorrow, I needed her to sleep now.
Besides, she earned it. She really had taken every inch like such a good girl.
Her phone buzzed in my pocket. An e-mail from her assistant saying that everything would be handled until she returned to the office and a reminder about some theater event coming up next week.
Then, another text came in from the model, who couldn’t take a hint. He called her a tease and a cunt for leading him on, then said some other very incendiary remarks about her body being boyish and ugly. How her skin was as pale as a ghost and her hair ugly and flat.
I looked back in the window at Olivia, still sleeping.
This clueless boy had no idea what he was talking about. It filled me with a little pride, knowing that he was throwing a tantrum like a child because he coveted what was now mine.
It really was perfect timing. I needed someone to take my anger out on. This little prick was going to learn what happened to those who thought they could touch what was mine. Not that he would ever know why his life went to shit.
Three minutes was all I needed before I had a name, face, and address. Colin Krits. He was your typical Eurotrash pretty boy that was ninety percent cheekbones and ten percent party drugs. The fool even bragged about his drug use on his social media, along with posting pictures of himself and several celebrities at parties. Apparently, this guy was working hard to get into the inner circle of a Kardashian.
In another five minutes, I had hacked into his social media accounts and was looking over his conversations. Including the one with his boyfriend bragging about how he was going to bang the CEO’s sugar mommy for them and convince her to fund their lifestyle. Saying life was going to be Balenciaga and Prada as soon as he got her to fall in love with him.
I didn’t even try to hide my derisive snort.
Instead, I took screenshots of his sexist messages to Olivia and his conversation with his boyfriend, doing just enough tweaking to make it look like the messages were talking about the Kardashian he was hanging out with.
I then sent several pictures where he was dancing with a Kardashian in the background, a few of him using drugs, and even one he had shared with his lover in a DM where they were in a rather intimate embrace. Just for shits and giggles I also included a picture of an STD screening after changing the negative results to positive under herpes.