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thing. Me: I don’t mind if you bring the cat. Charlie: Thank you so much. Me: You can thank me later. Charlie: Don’t make me change my mind. She sends an eye rolling GIF after that, which I top with a crazy cat lady meme. A laughing emoji comes through after that, and then nothing. Assuming she went back to work, I spring back into action, cleaning the rest of the house as fast as I can. I need to go to the grocery store, and I have no fucking idea what some of these steps in the recipe Quinn sent even mean.

Chapter 4 My fingers fly over the screen before I can second-guess it, scheduling a live stream for thirty minutes from now. The title is simple: "3 BIG DICKS. 1 USED SLUT. NO LIMITS." I don’t even flinch as I drop the link into my fan group chat, watching the notifications explode instantly. $500 already. $1,000. The numbers climb before I’ve even stood up.

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Aiden took a few photos, then came over, bringing them up on the screen. “I like the third one,” I said. “I look constipated in the last one.” Conor snorted. “Okay, we’ll use the third one.” He passed me Milka, then plugged the camera into the laptop and copied the picture into another folder. Then he brought up the browser, went to F******k, and headed to the Dirty J. fan page. Whoa. So, he wasn’t joking about the questions. They had hundreds of notifications and messages, and it looked like they were all asking about Milka.

“Wait. You've not seen it?” “Ava, I'll call you back”. I said, clicking the red button. My hands were shaking so bad as I turned on my mobile data to check the internet. Immediately I logged in, my eyes caught the first popped up news. Headline; THE DEVIL OF ITALY CAUGHT ON CAMERA WITH A WOMAN. In the picture, i looked just as Ava had described. Blurry and partly showed. While Damien still with that sophisticated and untouchable aura, held me firm by the waist like I was going to run if he took his hand off me for even a second.

No, I am sure they are this other guy’s family… not my Mac’s. I roll my eyes in disgust at myself. He’s not my Mac. Oh God. Concentrate, you fucking idiot. I keep going through the images until I get to the one I am looking for. The report. 1267 CCPick up 10thCoffee 1208HPick up after deliveryTea 1190IPick up 14thStatue 1211H Pick up 11thNA 1130CCNon disclosedBook 1140 DMDPick up after deliveryStatue 1289WPPADFlooring

She opened a drawer on its side with the key, and inside, wrapped in black silk, was a thick double-ended dildo that has a pussy at the second end deep purple silicone, ridged along the shaft, each end realistically flared, about twelve inches long and girthy enough to make me tense just looking at it. She locked the drawer, returned the key and brought the dildo and a bottle of lube back to the bed. "Show me how bad you want it," she said, her eyes locked on mine. "Lube it up with your mouth first." I knelt in front of her, and brought one end to my lips. I licked the head slowly, tasting the clean silicone, then I opened my mouth wide and took as much as I could. It stretched my jaw, but I

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

Email from: D Subject: You’re gonna want this Attachment: /DECRYPTED_LIST.p*f D stood for Dutsy, or Dusty or whatever the guy’s name was. It was just an email. No dead body in it, no blood—just 241 kilobytes of digital poison. I clicked before my hands could remember how to shake.