LOGINGraceGod, help me. It felt like Apollo Reed was becoming a different person the more time I spent with him. He had always been strange, but not in a way I could easily explain. Everyone had their own quirks, their own patterns, but with Apollo, it was like peeling back endless layers. He could be one person today and someone entirely different tomorrow. I never knew which version of him was real. All I knew was that the more time we spent together, the stronger his hunger for me became.I used to think he’d get tired of me after the first time we did it, that his curiosity would fade, and I’d become nothing more than another fleeting desire. But I was wrong. Looking at his lustful face, the way his eyes devoured me, and the things he said, my clit throbbed, slick with need. I was soaking the bed by this point. “Yes, sir,” I murmured, staring at him through the screen. I could see everything, every detail, every pulse of him. His cock was fully hard, enough to make my breath hitch.
Apollo The moment the video connected and those doe eyes looked up at me with that innocent stare, I lost control. I leaned back, my voice dropping to a low, rough growl. “Strip for me, princess.”It wasn’t a request. It was an order, and she knew it. “Y-yes, sir.” She whispered.Good girl.She didn’t waste a second. Her hands gripped the towel and slowly pulled it down, inch by inch, her eyes never leaving mine. Cool air hit her skin, and she shivered, a tiny movement that made my cock harden instantly. Her breasts came into view, pale and soft, nipples taut, just for me. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed seeing her like this, the way her body moved under the smallest of gestures, the way she shivered with anticipation and fear all at once.“You’re not done, Miss Grace,” I rasped, my tone low.Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, fingers trembling with every motion as she dragged them down her legs, baring herself ful
GraceI stood up from the bathtub, water dripping from my skin and pooling around my feet. Reaching for the towel, I wrapped it around my body, the soft fabric clinging to the warmth of my skin. I let out a long sigh of relief. Finally.I feelt refreshed for the first time today. It had been such a long one. After leaving the hospital, I went home just long enough to change before heading straight back to the company. Two full hours with Mr. Aiden, going over details, before I could finally come home.Grabbing another towel for my hair, I stepped into my room, the faint scent of shampoo and lavender following me. The cool air brushed against my skin, and I shivered a little as I walked toward the mirror. I began drying my wet hair with the towel, running my fingers through the long strands.My reflection stared back at me. I smiled as I touched my hair. It fell to my waist, long and black, still damp and glossy under the light. Sometimes I felt guilty keeping it hidden under wigs and
Apollo The faint rustle of paper was the only sound in the room as I flipped through the document on my desk, page after page of useless fragments. Numbers, dates, reports, none of it giving me what I actually needed.Across from me, Chase cleared his throat carefully, his voice steady but edged with nerves. “The IP address was traced straight to this house, sir,” he said. “But there’s no other information on the person who made the call. The owner of the house is an old woman. She said a man wearing a mask came to her door asking if he could make a call. Afterward, he left. She doesn’t know who he is and couldn’t identify him since she never saw his face.”I didn’t respond.I kept my eyes on the document, scanning the last few lines though I’d already memorized every word. My fingers turned the next page. The silence in the office stretched, heavy enough that I could feel both men’s discomfort radiating from the other side of the desk.From the corner of my eye, I caught Chase glanc
Grace I pushed the small box toward her, my oversized bunny paws making it a little awkward, and flipped open the lid. Inside were all sorts of things, snacks, little sweets, and a neatly stacked container. I picked it up and opened it carefully. Immediately, a delicious scent filled the room. I looked down and almost gasped. The food was a work of art, rice shaped into a tiny panda, the sausages twisted into smiling little bunnies, and even the vegetables arranged like flowers. This morning, Eleanor had shoved the box into my hands with her usual confidence. “Give this to her,” she’d said. “Trust me, it’ll win her heart instantly.” At the time, I didn’t understand what she meant, but now, seeing it before me, everything clicked. It was made with love. I looked up. The girl’s eyes had brightened at the sight of the food. Her small fingers twitched slightly on her lap, as though she wanted to reach out but didn’t trust herself to. I smiled beneath the bunny mask. I didn’t know
Grace “Oh my God, that scared the fuck out of me! What is that?” “I have no idea. Either way, it’s weird. Let’s stay away from it.” The voices floated in the air as I made my way down the hospital hallway, each step heavy under the weight of the ridiculous bunny costume. The head felt like it weighed five kilos, and I was sweating buckets underneath the plush fabric. I tried to ignore the startled stares and muffled laughter around me as I caught my breath. This is insane, Grace, I thought, wiping at my forehead through the mesh eyes of the costume. Completely insane. But if it worked, if it made her talk, then maybe it would all be worth it. I was just about to keep walking when a small voice piped up. “Mummy! Look! It’s Bunny Man!! Can I go say hi?” I turned, my oversized bunny head tilting slightly to one side as I spotted a little boy pointing at me with wide, excited eyes. On instinct, I raised my fuzzy paw and gave a small wave. The boy’s whole face lit up like a Chri







