Heartless Lover (Dark Syndicate 5)

It’s evident I’m fucking obsessed with this mission of mine if I didn’t take the chance to check her out. It’s more evident after what happened between us earlier, and I didn’t fuck her. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to.

I didn’t check her out before, but I can now.

With that thought in mind, I go to my office and do just that.

I do a general search for her on the net, and I come up with images of her from when she was six-years-old right through to her teens. There are images of her and Scarlett in a TV magazine covering their debut performance on the Family Channel’s show All my Years. She and her family lived in New York at the time.

The headlines describe them both as actresses with a bright future because they were amazing. I see details of them acting in the show for four years, and after it ended, Summer went on to stage plays. There are articles about her grandmother, Susan Matthews, who had links to classic Hollywood films, and her mother, Elena Matthews, who was in a number of films.

The headlines go batshit crazy when her mother gets engaged and later marries Ted Nicholson, the States Attorney of New York.

I’m well clued up on who Ted Nicholson is. He’s now the governor of New York state. Every time I’ve seen him on TV or anything like that, I’ve had this feeling that something was off about him. There’s just something sinister about him that spikes my nerves, but I can’t put my finger on it.

Elena Matthews looks like a woman who loves power and prestige, so it doesn’t surprise me that she’d be with a man like Ted or that he remarried after her death. Fuckers like him always link themselves to the cereal box family image, even if he just has a wife and no kids.

Summer’s family was torn apart after Elena’s suicide, and it doesn’t look like dear old Ted kept in touch with his stepdaughters. While there’s nothing more about Summer, Scarlett seems to have continued to do well in her life and career. I find numerous articles about her taking over the theater scene. Summer, on the other hand, disappeared. Maybe that’s when she went to Monaco.

It was around that eight-year span where she stopped talking to her father. The latest about Scarlett is a play called Lovers Purgatory that’s opening next month. That’s a problem we haven’t addressed yet. I’m planning to talk to her father about it after the funeral. I haven’t told Summer that yet, but there’s a chance that it could be next week.

I was kind of hoping to watch the situation and see what happens by then.

I return to my search and continue finding more images of Scarlett.

Nothing for Summer, though. That’s the twin that has me worked up.

Since my dick is already hard for her, the only place I can think of looking to get the most recent intel on her is at Club Montage.

I find their website, and of course, just from their home page it looks like you’re about to delve into something risqué as fuck.

It looks like a fucking porn site, but the only difference is it doesn’t have the sleaziness. That’s what gives Club Montage that high-end edge and lures you into buying into the fantasy.

The home page tells you about the club and has a link with a booking form so you can book your visit. What catches my eye, though, is the page where you can book a girl. You have to have membership access to the club to be able to view the portal and book the girl you want, but I bypass that by hacking the system within seconds.

When I click on the link, all the girls—who Cassius has christened the Dolls—pops up with over a hundred girls. Summer Reeves is in the top twenty and categorized as a V.I.P. doll. She’s number two. I’m guessing there must be some rank system, but I don’t know how it works. To me, girl number one has nothing on Summer.

Just from the look of her profile picture, I can see why Summer is number two.

The woman is fucking beautiful with that body of hers and her perfect cock sucking lips. A man would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine her mouth on his dick when he first looked at her. Since I’m no fucking boy scout, I won’t be a liar and pretend my dick isn’t hardening as I look at her picture and I remember with perfect clarity how her lips graced over my dick.

That fuck me expression on her face is enough in the picture to conjure a fantasy, but she’s dressed in a see-through red net babydoll negligee that leaves nothing to the imagination. I see rosy pink, pert nipples begging to be sucked and the smooth flat line of her stomach going all the way down to her clean-shaven pussy.

Fuck me.

She looks like temptation wrapped in red. With her gorgeous velvet hair flowing down her shoulders and her back arched, she looks like she’s ready to make every fantasy you ever had come true.

I click on her file, and I can’t stop thinking with my dick when naked pictures come up of her.

I knew what I was likely to see when I clicked. I just wasn’t fucking prepared for it.

There are twenty naked pictures of her in different poses and showing different angles of her. My obsession with her breasts hook me on the first picture of her holding one breast in each hand and licking her lips. The next one that hooks me is the scandalous as fuck picture of her lying on the bed with her legs spread wide and her fingers parting the pretty pink lips of her pussy.

Jesus Christ, by the time I get to the end of the selection and see the listing of what Summers Reeves is willing to do to make your fantasies come true, I don’t know how I don’t blow my load.

For $1300 per night, Summer Reeves (age 24), with her striking American heritage and interest in reading and watching films, is willing to do anything to please you. That includes but is not limited to: hardcore BDSM, threesomes and group sex, anal sex, fisting, and anything wild you can think of.

That’s how much she sold herself for. $1300 per night. In those eyes, however, I see more than the girl I’m looking at. The woman I see only put a price on her body because it was going to help her in some way to survive.

Her beauty is unmistakable, but there’s something about her that draws you in. I was trying to put my finger on it earlier. I think I know what it is now.