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Poor girl has no idea what she just walked into with me.

Chapter

Seven

BRONWYN

Ididn’t sleep at all last night.

Not a single fucking minute.

Instead, I spent most of the night staring at my ceiling, wondering how my life got to be such a mess. And to make matters worse, my mind kept wandering to Gio.

He drives me insane, but for some reason I can’t get him out of my head. He’s so bossy and always has to have the last word. He’s too attractive for his own good and that’s part of the problem. How is it possible to hate someone yet at the same time I want to ride him into the sunset? I really think one good rodeo would get him out of my system. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

It doesn’t stop my hand from reaching into my nightstand drawer where all my toys are. I dig around until I find the purple licking rose. I drag the waistband of my pajama pants down my legs, taking my panties with it until I can let my knees fall to the side as I hit the power button. The toy comes to life, the soft buzzing sound echoing throughout my apartment. I bring it between my legs as I imagine Gio’s large hands on my body, the rough feeling of his skin sending shivers down my spine as he caresses every inch.

My breath hitches as the cool silicone touches my clit, and my head tips back as I imagine Gio’s tongue devouring me like he hasn’t eaten in days. I grow wetter as I tip my hips, giving him a better angle. I hit the button, increasing the speed and vibration of the tongue. A moan leaves my lips as I continue to picture Gio assaulting my pussy. It isn’t long before the familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine. I arch my back as the orgasm hits me full force, my walls spasming an empty chamber, making the longing for Gio’s cock even worse.

I lie there on my bed with my chest heaving up and down. “God, this fucking sucks.”

Leaning over, I put my toy away in the nightstand before pulling my pajama bottoms back up, wishing I had a reason to leave them off, but alas, the only reason there aren’t cobwebs down there is because of my drawer.

I lie there hoping the orgasm would lull me to sleep, but of course it didn’t. Why would anything in my life go the way I want it to? I lay there until I decided I couldn’t think another second about it and turned on my gaming system to escape my fucked-up reality.

I would give a lot to be able to be a dark elf in real life and have my necromancer abilities transferred. The damage I would cause to all those who have wronged me would solve all of my problems, including the one I’m in now.

It isn’t long before I’m logged in and lost in a quest.

mrfafo asked to join your quest.

I smile to myself as I accept.

I was hoping he would come online eventually.

“You’re up late. Can’t sleep?” His voice sounds through my headset.

I’ve never met him in person, but we met in one of the major cities in my game. I was walking past, listening to the usual gossip about who is online cheating, as I do from time to time, when he followed me to a quest. We tag-teamed it, and well, the rest was history. That was about a year ago now, but I feel like I’ve known him for my entire life.

It’s kind of weird to be close with someone who you’ve never met in person and don’t know their real name. He told me it’s Wiz, but I have a very hard time believing his mom gave him that name. I haven’t pried, and he hasn’t divulged. I’d trust him with my life, though.

I sigh into the microphone. “Nope. It’s been a fucking day.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Wiz asks.

I snort.

Do I want to talk about it? He’s probably the only person I can talk to about this and it won’t come back to bite me in the ass.

So, hell yeah I do before my mind eats me alive.

“Long story short, my dad is in debt to someone who I assume isn’t a good person, and I had to lend him money. Now I’m short on rent and it’s going to be late. But my landlord gave me an extension, so that’s helping a little.”

I follow behind him into a cave, drawing my sword in case anything along the cave walls decides to come alive and try to take us out zombie-style.

Wiz makes a noise in his throat. “Damn. There’s some shady ass people in the world. You know what he’s involved in?” I swing my sword, pressing down on the button more aggressively than I normally would, stabbing a skeleton who came to life in the chest before it got Wiz. “Thanks for that. I didn’t see him come up behind me. Fucking bastards.”

“No problem. It’s what I’m here for. As far as what he’s involved in, he wouldn’t tell me. I do know he likes to gamble.”