Page 116 of Reckless Obsession


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Jillian: I hear you’re back in town.

Me: How do you know that? Are YOU stalking ME?

Jillian: Maybe (upside down smiley face).

Me: Did you get the evidence I want to look at?

Jillian: I reviewed it and tweaked your brief.

My sparkles wants to shine in my life…

Me: Come over right now. We can fuck first.

Jillian: Not a good time for…fooling around. Getting over my monthly bill.

Me: Do you think a little blood will stop me from sinking into your cunt?

I’m fucking sick, because I don’t care about the blood, it turns me on. God, I want to hold her down and ram her until she comes, get so damn messy, filthy, feral. I’d heard women are ravenous and have stronger orgasms while on their period.

Her period… That means she’ll start the pills soon.

Yeah, I read her medication insert…

Jillian: I heard guys like you don’t mind.

Me: Guys like me? Do tell.

Jillian: Tough alphas. Perhaps you don’t care. But I do. I also get very bad cramps and headaches. It will be painful for me, Eoghan.

Christ, I feel like a monster.

Me: I didn’t realize. Aren’t orgasms good for cramps? You can suck my cock and I’ll rub your clit until you come.

The dots appear and disappear.

I’m frazzling her.

Me: It’s up to you. I’ve made it clear what I want.

Jillian: You sure did. It’s late. I can come by tomorrow afternoon.

I’m ready to punch the fucking walls. Calming myself, I type back.

Me: See you tomorrow.

I toss the phone aside and grab a bottle of bourbon.

After downing several shots, I pop a few sleeping pills, so I drop the minute my head hits the pillow. It’s all so I can bear the time away from Jillian.

My sparkles.

I wake up feeling worse and work through the hangover on the treadmill in the building’s gym, sweating off the booze and the buzz by running for forty minutes.

With a morning to burn and shit on my to-do-list burning hotter, I shower, dress to kill, and drive well outside of the city to purchase a ghost gun for my meetings today.

“What do you usually carry?” Mark, a potbelly, long haired, bearded cowboy asks.

Taryn recommended the place, and because I trust Taryn, I trust this guy. I take out my Smith and Wesson 9mm with a mahogany inlaid handle.

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