The most attractive and desirable thing about her isn’t that she looks like she’s ready to please you and fulfill your fantasies. The most attractive part of her is the part she doesn’t show. The part she might not know exists—her spirit.
That’s the only part of her that isn’t broken. I don’t think she knows.
That’s the sexy as fuck thing about her and what’s drawing me to her.
My brows furrow and my temper flairs when I scroll to the bottom of the page and see the notice stating she’s unavailable for booking and to email Jake Wainwright for more details.
That fucking cunt.
There’s always something to remind me of him.
Curiously, I flick into his personal files again and do a search for Summer Reeves. I find a folder on her with over a thousand images and twenty recordings.
Jealousy accompanies rage when I realize he took the pictures of her and recorded her. To make my jealousy worse, I see there are pictures of them together—them naked together and the recordings are all like that.
She was his.
Since I can’t help being the possessive motherfucker I am, I can’t be held accountable for what I do next.
I delete all the images of him and her and download every fucking picture of her on the website and his files to my personal folders. I then make my way into the background coding of Club Montage’s site and delete the pictures.
There, only I have those pictures now. They’re mine, and since she isn’t fucking going back, no one else can look at her and see her that way but me.
He can’t fucking look at her. He’s a sick fucker. Even though he thinks he killed her, he’s still the type to jack off from her pictures and those recordings.
I shut down the computer realizing that it affected me more than I liked.
When I make my way into my bedroom and find myself within the granite walls of my shower with my dick in my hands, I know this woman has more than piqued my interest.
As I pump hard along the length of my shaft and imagine the hard fuck I want to give her to own her pussy, I realize the reason why Summer Reeves is going to be more trouble for me than I truly anticipated is because I want her.