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I throw my head back and let the sensation rip through me as my moans fill the room. Distantly, I hear Sam encouraging me, but my screams soon drown him out as he suddenly picks up the pace, finally fucking me hard and fast. I clench the sheetsbeneath me in my hands, stilling as he pounds me. It's so fucking intense, I can barely take it.

But I don't want him to stop.

I want him to come.

And he's soon there, pulling out with a sharp cry to pop his load all over my stomach in thick white ribbons. I watch him empty himself onto me and drink in his moment of pure ecstasy.

"Oh Bree," he whispers between breaths.

I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. Sam looks so happy in this moment, so content. I don't think I've ever seen a man look like that after sex before. It makes me want to cuddle him close to me.

Not long later, after rinsing off, we're both wrapped in each other's arms again, clinging contently in his huge warm bed. His strong arms feel so secure around me, and I once again wonder what I would have done if he hadn't been there for me when I needed him the most.

I snuggle closer to his chest, breathing in his scent deeply, and he pulls me closer even though it sounds like sleep has found him.

I smile and let the bad memories slip away.

CHAPTER 8

Sam

Four Years Ago

Draped in a blanket, I sit in the middle of my bed, the light from my laptop turning the rest of the room into a scene from a horror movie. In the thick darkness creeping around my bed, stretching into the far recesses of my room, I bet there's something waiting.

That's something I still do even though I'm not a child anymore—imagine what might want to reach out and grab me.

After my parents left home and didn't return, that thought would keep me up at night until the sun rose. And by the time I was ready to let sleep claim me, it was time for school. Sometimes, I was too sleep-deprived to stomach another day of being the poor outcast. Other times, I'd be too hungry not to go.

Instead of a paralyzing fear, it's just a passing thought now.

I'm back to browsing the web, trying to figure out how this plan to become that fly on the wall will materialize. I still have no idea. I thought about switching majors and joining her in class,but I won't be able to catch up in time. She'll be in the high-level courses soon. Besides, even if I sat next to her during a lecture, what would that accomplish?

I don't want her to see me. I like sticking to the shadows, planning my move.

It's fun.

Right now, there's a lot of buzz about some security app and the young college kid leading the charge on its development. Could I do something like that? I don't know much, but it's not like I'm not willing to learn. I've never had anything to work seriously toward until now.

Investors are flocking to back the guy. I almost feel bad for him. If investors get in early enough, they'll be able to strongly influence his business decisions, for better or for worse. If he has a strong enough backbone, maybe he can mitigate that. Or maybe he doesn't need the money as much as they hope he does.

I guess the trick is finding a start-up that needs the cash, who would be willing to sacrifice company control in order to get a chance at future profits.

I don't expect much, but I find myself browsing start-ups, just to see what people are trying to develop, what I can maybe get my hands into. I have a shitload of savings. Not sure why. I don't know what to do with the money, honestly. I had to become a workaholic to support myself after my parents fucked off, but I make more than I can spend. I keep my expenses to a minimum—it's not like I'm out here trying to impress anyone. And girls are so easy, they don't need the latest fashions on me.

I pull my blanket closer around my shoulders against the cold.

It's difficult to come up with reasons to do things for myself. Sometimes, it's hard to fight off the feeling that I don't deserve a fucking thing.

But just as easily, that thought pisses me off. I'll take what I want, regardless of if I "deserve" it or not. What do I need to do to deserve shit, anyway?

What was I supposed to do as a kid?

"Huh…"

In all of the start-ups I couldn't care less about, one grabs my attention. They want to break into the med-tech field and provide an all-in-one solution for health monitoring with the aim of preventing disease. Seems like the market is saturated with that kind of stuff, though. I'm about to move on, but then the security app from earlier flashes in my mind. Security is a hot topic.

The med-tech start-up can piggyback on their success.

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