Picture Perfect Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

I hear the sound of flesh striking flesh before the pain registers, as I go flying back. My vision is blurry as I try to blink past the pain as I lay on the ground. I see a figure approaching me, a hand seizing my shirt and slamming me against the vault door. Thankfully my skin doesn’t come into contact with it. “W-Wh- Rachel?!” The red hair and tawny eyes become clearer, as does the smirk. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” Rachel sneers. “You always did suspect me.” I struggle in her hold but she’s much stronger. “I did but not after that night-“

I want to run away, turn around, or vanish, but my damn legs won't respond. "It can't be! His body was exactly as she had imagined it. Sculpted, athletic, extremely easy to look at. She was gazing at him so absentmindedly that she let out a loud sigh. God, what is she doing? As I watched, he unbuttoned his pants. My breath caught in my throat. He began to slowly lower his pants, letting them fall to his hips and then down to the floor, then he pulled out one leg and then the other. He was left in tiny boxers that fit him perfectly and left nothing to the imagination. I clenched my thighs, which suddenly felt very hot. I cursed loudly, left the plate on the table, and immediately left the hou

I knew it. I lifted my gaze straight to the tiny black lens tucked in the crown molding, the one I’d spotted earlier. My lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile—the kind that said I knew exactly what I was doing. I let my tongue dart out, wetting my lower lip nice and slow, like I was tasting him already. Then, never breaking eye contact with the camera, I uncrossed my legs and let them fall open wide. The hem of my sundress rode up my thighs. The damp patch on my pale pink panties was obvious—dark, obvious, obscene. I wanted him to see it. Wanted him to know what his watching had done to me.

However, I did not hand it to her. Gritting my teeth, I pretended to lose my grip and spilled the boiling water all over her legs. I figured she would not be able to hold back and jump up in rage. I closed my eyes and silently counted, 'One, two, three...' Time passed, yet I did not feel the familiar fists crashing down on me. I opened my eyes and saw that Claire had not moved. Instead, she was still sitting perfectly upright in her wheelchair. Not only was she not angry at me, but she looked at me apologetically. "I'm so sorry, honey... I didn't catch it properly and spilled the water. Honey, did you burn your hand? That water looked really hot."

And when I captured her lips, she bit my lower lip, and I chuckled, and I could feel her eagerness to have me, but I have to play this right. I had been waiting for this moment, and when I put my hands on the hem of her blouse, she raised her hands. I smiled as I pulled her blouse up, and I grunted when I saw her cleavage looked so inviting. I realized Megan's supple breasts looked the same, or shall I say became fuller, when I discarded her bra since she didn't fasten it back after we unclasped it a while ago, and I couldn't wait to have a taste.

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he said. A few scattered responses followed as he stepped forward. “Take out your books and turn to Chapter 25.” The sound of pages flipping filled the room. Placing my book in front of me on the desk. I then opened it, my fingers moving automatically as I turned to the chapter. “I’d like for you all to fill these out while reading the chapter,” Mr. Cole said, moving between the desks as he placed a packet in front of each of us. Once he finished, he returned to his desk and sat down.

The future was still uncertain—it always would be—but for this moment, this perfect moment, everything was exactly as it should be. End of Chapter 221

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