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Connor

A low, persistent buzz emanates from the server room adjacent to me. It’s the only thing being able to soothe me, despite...

Her.

I sit motionless, eyes locked on the screen, where Chris and Mary’s chat lies open. The only source of light in my room.

This had gone on for far too long, and I was reckless. I should have interjected sooner, but she was happy, and that made me happy. Even if he wasn’t me. Connor.

My fingers hover above the keyboard, tempted to type out a message, but stop short. What would I even say? How could I reveal myself to her now, after what I did?

You can’t do that. Not now, not ever.

I hadn’t planned to take his place, to pretend to be the man she thought she loved. But when she showed up, I only had one thought. One night. I had to know what it would be like tobe the one she wanted. To be close to her. To have her squirm beneath me with need.

And God, it’s everything I ever wanted. Being with her, even for a moment, made me feel whole in a way I never had before.

The sight of Mary in that dress, her wavy brown hair, and those blue eyes that see right through me. It’s been a month, but I remember it all like it was seconds ago. The taste of her lips, the softness of her skin, the way she responded to my touch, and the way she let go. How she wrapped her perfect lips eagerly around my cock. The soft gasps that escaped her as I licked her. The way she trembled beneath me and how wet she was.

For me. Not for Chris. For me.

She gave herself to me.

Yet, she screamed his name…

And it’s my own fault. I allowed her to believe she had been with Chris, only to disappear like a coward.

I slam my fist down on the table.

It’s better this way. She should hate him. Me.

What’s worse, I took something precious she had saved for him. I hesitated, but one look at her made me snap. Once, in a chat with her best friends, she wrote she wanted her first time to be quick, like ripping off a bandage.

She was so tight, there was no mistaken, and after we were done, I cleaned the smear of blood from her thighs. Proof that she, indeed, still was a virgin.

I’m sorry, Blue. I had to take his place. Make him disappear.

My hands curl into fists. She’s too good for this world. Too good for that bastard, Chris. And too good for me.

Elijah’s name flashes on the screen and I tap the ‘Accept’-Button.

“What’s up?” I rub my temples.

“Always so pleasant, cuz, aren’t you?”

“Didn’t know I was talking to Bran.”

“Saying hi is common courtesy. Anyway, we need to talk.” Elijah’s tone gets serious.

“What is it?”

“As if you don’t know.”

“I don’t.”

“Richard Wempton contacted me.”

It worked.

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