“That’ll be all, Dylan.”
“Of course, boss.”
“Keep tracking her. Stay on her trail unless you know she’s with me.”
“I will, boss. See you tomorrow.”
I nod, walking him to the door just as my assistant walks up and hands me an envelope. “This just arrived for you, sir. I’m going home now, unless you need something else?”
“Nothing else, thanks.” I take the note from her. “Say hi to Joshua from me.”
“Thank you, sir.” She blushes. “He loves the new train set you sent over for his birthday.”
“Dylan, walk her to the parking lot,” I order, a sly plan forming in my mind. “See you both tomorrow.”
They say their goodbyes and, after they get in the elevator, I lock my office and pull out the photos again, plugging the flash drive into my laptop.
My eyes flit between screen and paper. On the photo, Willa sucks on a cherry lollipop while dancing with her friend. She’s wearing a crop top again. One I want to rip off her. I want to wrap her in fabric, cover her up so no one else can see her beauty. It fills me with rage. And I fucking like it.
The video begins to play on the screen. I watch Willa turning on the dance floor, twirling with that girl that’s always hanging out around her. She’s sucking busily on that lollipop, her hands gliding over her body as she dances. She raises her shirt, pushing up the fabric, giving the camera a view of her smooth navel.
I curse out loud, knowing what’s coming next. And Willa doesn’t disappoint, her disobedience making me throw back my drink in a fit of rage.
The top goes up, and her small tits pop out. The camera zooms in on her stiff nipples and I curse out loud for not killing Dylan when I had the chance. Nobody should be seeing her like this, nobody should know what her tits look like but me.
I growl at the sight of her exposed like that, pausing the video. I know if I watch another second of this bullshit, I’m going to put my fist through the fucking screen.
Instead, I palm my cock, wrapping my hand around it through the fabric of my pants and jerking it.
My eyes go to the envelope that my assistant handed me. I force my other hand off my cock and open it. A single sheet of paper slips out, with a typed message.
I know you're fucking around behind Elise's back. Drop the girl, or I tell your fiancée.
Crumpling the note into a ball, I toss it aside. I don't give a shit if somebody tells Elise. As far as I'm concerned, our marriage deal is already off. I just need to find a good moment to break it to her.
The note is irrelevant to me. But I'll still put Dylan on this person's trail. There's no stamp on the envelope, so it must've been hand delivered.
But I’ve got bigger things on my mind than this shitty attempt at blackmail. My thoughts are back on Willa, and I hit play on the video again.
I watch her suck on that lollipop, hypnotized by her eyes shyly downcast when the camera hits her. She doesn't seem to mind that much though – there's certainly no resistance when Dylan's hand pulls her to the dance floor, making her spin in front of the guests. Jealousy explodes inside me, the bastard’s lucky he’s not here.
Her friend joins in then, the one that's glued to her side at all times. The girls' bodies gyrate together as they dance, grinding on one another, giggling with drunken delight. They're fucking wasted. Who let my girl drink? Who was stupid enough to let her get this messed up? Why didn't Dylan stop this?
I watch with a snarl as the girls dance, their bodies pressing against one another. My cock hardens as I stare at Willa. She looks so pretty, so wild. I want to taste the freedom and youth on her lips.
The girls lean against one another and smile. Then, their lips touch in an innocent peck that soon turns into a deep, passionate kiss.
Anger wells inside me. This is what trouble's been doing instead of servicing me? She's going to get punished for it. When she finally shows up back here, I'm going to fucking ruin her.
I barely notice the fact that I've now unzipped my pants and brought out my thick, throbbing cock. As my eyes remain glued to the screen, I pump my fist up and down my cock. The sight of these two kissing might just be the end of me, and shockingly, I don't want to kill the little bitch whose mouth is currently on Willa's. In fact, their kiss is kind of cute. And kind of really fucking hot.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath. Willa puts her lollipop in her friend's mouth just as the clip ends. I frantically search for more, but there's nothing else.