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What the fuck is wrong with me?
Even while berating myself for my lack of control, I watch Miss Green strip off her clothing. Her curves fill the window. Perky tits, slim waist, and nicely rounded hips, all begging for a man’s touch. But when she undoes her braid, I suck in a breath.
She’s Godiva, a nude temptress with her hair flowing around her shoulders, ready to seduce and prove the weakness of man.
Myself amongst them.
Damn her. And my fucking cock for getting hard.
This all-consuming lust is a surprise… and I hate those.
I run the heel of my hand over my erection. It jerks in response, wanting a tight pussy to sink into. But that’ll have to wait.
I might’ve told the P.I. that Miss Green was off-limits to him, but the rule applies to me as well. Getting involved with my victim’s family members is just fucking stupid. Which is why I never do.
That doesn’t stop me from wanting her.
“Fuck this,” I mutter.
I take off in the opposite direction, putting distance between myself and Miss Green before I do something rash. Something that I’ll regret. But not because I wouldn’t enjoy it.
On the contrary, I’d enjoy ittoomuch.
Chapter7
Hayden
Back in my penthouse,far from the delectable Miss Green, I pour myself a glass of cognac. The alcohol goes down smoothly. Unlike my cock.
It’s still hard from watching my target.
That made the trek home irritating.
I scrub my jaw and blow out a breath as if that’ll relieve me. It doesn’t. There’s nothing equal to the sweet cunt of a woman.
If I don’t distract myself, I’ll end up jacking off to the image of Miss Green. The woman has invaded my mind enough as it is. I don’t want to give her more control over me.
After retrieving the hard drive from my coat pocket, I head to my office and sit at my desk. My computer screen flares to life with a keystroke. When I insert the USB, anticipation slithers over my skin, making it itch.
The opportunity to learn more about Miss Green is a temptation I’ve never been able to walk away from.
I grip the mouse, my fingers tight with my excitement, and click on the files under “Calista Green.”
Each one contains a bunch of notes pertaining to different parts of Senator Eric Green’s life. Political, personal, sexual, etc… it’s all there. Along with his trial, eventual murder, and everyone in his life.
Kristen Hall, his secretary.
Just reading her name has the need for violence flaring in my gut. Senator Green killed her. The evidence was there, a low-hanging fruit, ripe and ready to be picked. The woman was found dead in the senator’s house, on his bed, and pregnant with his child for fuck’s sake.
My case was solid.
Yet Green was acquitted.
Despite the overwhelming evidence, the justice system failed me. Therefore, I took the law into my own hands. Kristen Hall deserved to be avenged.
“May you have more peace in the afterlife than you did in this life.”
I lift my glass in salute and down the contents before setting it on my desk. The burning in my chest is welcome, a reminder that I’m alive and the senator is dead.I’mthe person who won in the end. No thanks to Robert Davis.
