I keep trying, twisting and turning to make my boobs look their best and my ass pop out. I’m nearly breaking a sweat before I finally take a few pictures I actually like.
Axel and I were texting just a few minutes before I started the self-portrait session. I tap on the recent message thread and add the photos to the text and quickly send them through before I lose the nerve. I’ve never been confident in my body, especially since being cheated on by my first husband. I chew my bottom lip for a moment before closing the screen and exhaling.
This will be fun. I have a vibrator in my nightstand. He’ll call me, tell me I look sexy and that he actually does miss me, and maybe I’ll start to miss him too.
I stare at my lock screen, wondering what’s taking him so long to respond. He just sent me a message a few minutes ago.
A loud banging on my door startles me. My heart jumps into my throat as I go to grab my silky floral bathrobe. I pull it on and tie it before glancing behind the curtains to see Dayton at my door. I groan, unlocking the dead bolt before jerking it open.
“What?” I don’t have time to roll my eyes before he shoves his big body into my home.
He rakes a shaky hand through his hair before settling his intense, wild eyes on me. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He looks more than pissed. He’s fully outraged. I rack my brain for what project happened at the house this week that he might have seen and sent him into a spiral like this.
“I don’t know what—” I stammer.
He holds his phone up. My eyes drop to thescreen. My tongue suddenly feels too big, and my mouth dries up. Heat prickles my chest and cheeks when I see the sexy pictures I sent to my boyfriend in California.On Dayton’s phone.
“Did you hack into my phone?” I choke out.
My fingers clutch the edges of my robe tighter around me. Dayton’s eyes darken as his gaze trails over me. The veins in his neck are popping out. He’s barely restrained.
“Yousent these to me,” he grits out.
The color completely drains from my face. I feel lightheaded as I stammer out an explanation. “I sent them to Axel.”
He licks his lips before shutting his eyes and releasing a deep exhale. “You didn’t.” His eyes open, flaring with anger. “You sent them to me.”
He’s standing so close that I can smell his musky sandalwood cologne. I’m beyond mortified that I could make such a mistake. I look down at my phone, tapping on my messages. I gasp when I see that Dayton is the most recent text thread. He must have texted me right before I sent the photos, and I was so nervous about sending them that I didn’t pause to double-check who I was texting.
Idiot!
I slowly trail my eyes back up to his.God, he is so fit. What kind of training regimen does he do to get biceps and shoulders like that?
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
His amber eyes flicker with something dark and displeased and he clenches his jaw, like he’s trying to gain the strength not to yell at me. I don’t breathe again until he turns around and stomps out of the house. The door slams shut behind him.
My hands are shaking as I scroll back through our text thread to see what he said. The pictures aresorevealing. I wish I could bury myself under my comforter for the next few years. My nipples are showing and pretty mucheverything else. I groan from mortification and embarrassment.
Russell Dayton Copeland II (Satan)
What’s up with the lattice on the front porch? Come out here so we can talk about it.
He was messaging about the house, and I responded with scandalous, revealing pictures in lingerie. He must have thought I’d lost my mind with the way he stormed in here.
I shakily tap Axel’s name on my phone screen, and it starts ringing. I hold the phone up to my ear, nerves weighing down my stomach as I slowly sit on the bed.
“Hello?”
“Hi,” I exhale. “What are you doing?”
“Just walking down to the Sunny Shack for a bite with Brody. What about you?”
I close my eyes. “I, um … I have to tell you something.”
“What’s up?” He laughs at something Brody must’ve said, clearly distracted.
