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I scroll through Instagram, as this seems to be the social media that she favors.
Photo after photo is of her with friends, partying, blowing kisses to the camera, and shopping.
In every single one of them, she looks drop-dead gorgeous.
Her eyes are a vivid blue, such a stark contrast with her flawless skin and dark hair.
She has to be one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. And when she smiles…Jesus.
I also don’t know what the fuck I’m doing or why I care about her stupid social media, but I tell myself it’s for research and to see if I can get any idea what the fuck is really going on with her. Call it a hunch, but I know she’s hiding something.
I’ve been in this game long enough to know things aren’t always what they seem, and nothing about her seems to add up.
Angelo’s driver, Gus, who is also our informant on absolutely everything, will be able to get me the down low.
Vaughn is our trusty IT nerd who traced and then intercepted some very well-hidden and corrupted IP addresses when Rayne was being blackmailed. He will also have a hand in tracking any information on her that we may need to know.
It’s largely thanks to him that we even knew how to find Mia and subsequently Katiya.
I wonder idly how Angelo is going to reward him. None of us have ever met the guy in real life, everything he does for us is anonymous. He could be a high school kid, for all we know. But, whatever the case, he’s certainly earned his keep with this latest turn of events.
I keep scrolling through her Instagram on my phone like a fucking stalker. I halt when I come to a picture of her with a big, burly-looking dude with his arm around her.
He's large and looks obviously Russian with short hair and wearing dark shades, even though it’s clearly nighttime. She’s all smiles for the camera, but he remains deadly serious, and from the way he’s pulling her close to his side, I’d say he’s the boyfriend or someone who wants to be.
That, in turn makes me wonder why, in all her fury, she isn’t demanding to phone said boyfriend and be released from here. None of it fucking adds up.
I scroll on, and there are pictures of them here and there. The dude is never smiling and seems reluctant to even be in the photograph. What a schmuck.
I’ve no fucking clue who he is, but the tag on the photo’s leads me to someone called Vladimir’s Instagram page, but it’s set to private.
As soon as it’s a reasonable hour, I’ll send a message to Gus and get the low down, if Angelo hasn’t already.
My dick shouldn’t be hard thinking about her. I know it’s because of all the attitude she’s given me. I have no idea why it turns me on, even if I still think she truly is a spoiled princess with too much to say for herself.
But I haven’t sunk my cock into a woman for weeks, and I need relief. Desire pulses like a fucking missile in my boxers. This will never do, nor will it satisfy me, but I may just be able to hold onto some sort of normalcy if I bang one out.
I grab a hold of my dick under the covers and drop my phone to the duvet so I can tell myself I’m not a total pervert. I have more than enough of her already in my memory to keep me going for a lifetime.
I stroke myself back and forth, thinking about those big, blue eyes and that dark hair falling around her shoulders.
Fuck!
This isn’t normal, I’m sure of it, but it won’t stop me. No one has to know, and no one is going to know.
Maybe sleep deprivation does this to a person. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself. I must just be delusional due to low energy and a long night … that’s all it is. But fuck, it feels good.
Her sassy mouth and perky ass turn me on. And if I think about her tits in that wet t-shirt, I’ll blow my load right now.
I pick up the pace, my hips moving faster. I could think of nothing more satisfying than having her sit on my lap, sliding her sweet pussy over my dick and riding me till fucking dawn. I know we’d be good together, especially if she’s as feisty in the bedroom as she is when she opens her mouth and that sassy attitude comes out.
She can curse me out all she wants when she’s got my name on her lips.
My hand works furiously as I close my eyes and picture her perky tits in my face. I imagine sucking on her nipples, cupping her tits as she stares down at me with desire in her eyes, her dark mane swirling around the both of us.
Fuck yeah.
I’m so close.
