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“I don’t know. I’m going to shower first. I’ll text you.” Her voice edges with irritation that happens to mirror my own. Shifting slightly, I catch sight of her tossing the phone onto her bed. “Ugh.” Her shoulders drop. Her body is angled away from me. I stroke myself faster as she drops her jeans.

Come on, baby. Take it all off for me.I drink in the sight of her bare ass in a black thong, the material shoved between her cheeks like I’d like my cock to be. Then, she strips off her T-shirt, and I nearly come right then at the sight of her glowing olive skin.

Biting down to keep from groaning, I feel my orgasm coming as she slides off her underwear, bending over and giving me afull fucking viewof her little pussy. It’s not glistening with my cum like it should be, but it doesn’t stop me from filling my hand with my climax. It’s a full fucking load of juice, and I cover the red fabric in my pants with it. Then, I wipe the remainder on the clothes behind me.

I’m going to be all over this fucking apartment before she ever even gets the privilege of my cock deep inside of her.

And I have never been more excited.

Chapter Eight

EMBER

Istep out of the shower and reach for my towel. I drape the turquoise microfiber material around myself, before starting the routine of getting ready to go out for the evening. I glance toward the closed—and locked—black bathroom door. Something feels off, and I blame the paranoia that has set in after that odd experience this afternoon.

It’s just a weird coincidence,I tell myself as I begin the process of blow drying my hair. I spend the next thirty minutes focusing solely on getting ready, doing my hair and makeup. I go for a dark smoky eye and red lipstick, and then add waves to my blonde hair. It looks... decent, I suppose.

Leaving the towel wrapped around my body, I step out into the tiny hallway, my eyes scanning around me.Why the hell does everything feel off in here?I can’t put my finger on it, and it’s almost as if there’s another scent in the air… But I can’t be sure.

I try to brush it off, rushing to my bedroom to get dressed. My heart hammers in my chest for unknown reasons as I go for the closet, pulling the door open to reveal my clothes. I sift through them until I find the black halter-top bodycon dress, and then toss it onto the bed. I grab my red heels from the shoe rack and then I close the door. A chill runs down my spine.

I force another deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut.

“Everything is fine.”

I reach into my underwear drawer and pull out a red thong, and then pause at its dampness.What the actual fuck?I rip it out of the drawer, my nose scrunched in disgust.

Turning the material over in my hand, I stare at the creamy white liquid, my stomach jolting at the sight. Is that…?

“No, there’s no way,” I tell myself, my stomach roiling. I toss them to the hamper and try not to think about it any further. It has to be something else. Maybe I accidentally threw my underwear from today into the drawer? But… as I try to shake it off, my phone vibrates on the bed.

I scoop it up and stare at the message.

Unknown: Hey, it’s Dylan. Would you like me to pick you up for tonight?

I hesitate, mulling it over. I don’t like the idea of a stranger picking me up. I also don’t like the idea of having to walk anywhere right now—not late at night. I quickly text him back, accepting the offer. I mean, Rich knows him, so it must be fine, right?

Right. Better than chancing another encounter with the skull-faced weirdo.

For the next ten minutes, I focus on finishing getting ready and trying not to think twice about the underwear I found in my drawer. I’m not an idiot, and I know I’m really playing into my denial… But who the fuck would break in just to jack off on my underwear?

Skull-faced weirdo.

I ignore the shiver of disgusting excitement and adrenaline that rushes through my veins. As if Ilikethat idea. I shrug it off and Dylan hits me with another text that he’s waiting outside in his car.

Grabbing my crossbody black purse, I shove my phone into it, and race through my apartment, ensuring that I lock both locks.Both were locked when I got here, too.For some reason, that serves to make me feel a little better and I take the stairs to the ground floor. There’s no way someone got past the keycodeandboth locks. Besides, it would require a key to unlock or lock it back up again.

Everything is fine.I keep repeating that phrase to myself as I step out onto the sidewalk and spot a black Cadillac Escalade. A window in the backseat rolls down, and a handsome, brown-haired stranger with gray eyes flashes me a smile.

“You must be Ember,” he says, his deep gravelly voice tugging at my core. “This place really is a bit of a shithole.”

“I know,” I answer, not having even thought about how it might come across. “I’m working on getting out of here.”

“Maybe Rich should pay you more,” he chuckles, lighting up a cigarette as I walk toward the car. He opens the door, and climbs out. He’s wearing a white dress shirt and pants. He looks phenomenal.

But way too pretty for me.

“I’ll let you take that up with him,” I joke, sliding past him and into the leather seat. The driver nods to me and Dylan climbs inbeside me. His eyes rake over my figure, taking in the ink that runs down both of my arms.

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