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What the fuck is she doing?

She looks like she’s posing.

Is she?

No way.

I narrow my eyes, and a thought comes to my mind, so I take out my phone and use my tracker—one of my hacking devices—to access her IP address.

It works.

A few more taps link my phone with her computer allowing me to share the screen.

When I see she’s on the Decadent Agency’s website, understanding forms in my mind. Along with extremely dark ideas only a fucking psycho like me could conjure.

Once again, I smile to myself because I just found a way to not just deal with my very bad girl but also to own her in all the ways I want.

Poor thing, poor, poor, little thing. I warned her what would happen if we saw each other again.

She should have listened.

EIGHT

Billie

I’m aboutto start work for the evening.

Mom and Cal are staying in Boston for the next two days while Mom films an episode of the new show she’s working on for Netflix.

It’s calledIn Touchand is about a group of pilgrims. It reminds me of the film theCrucible.

She’s only in a few episodes and accepted the part, turning down a role in a bigger film in L.A. because of our move here. I’m sure she accepted the part, too, to get out of the house to have a break from me.

That’s fine. I need a break from her too. After our last fight, I haven’t said a word to her, and I don’t know when I’ll even think of speaking to her again.

Right now, I’m biding time, and my parents’ absence for the next few nights, means I get to do what I have to do without the added anxiety.

I’ve made it through the last two nights with my sanity intact.

On both nights, I did topless videos.

I was nervous as hell, but because I couldn’t get Chad’s kiss out of my head, I was thinking about that more than what I was actually doing.

He kissed me, and I kissed him back.

For those brief moments, I gave in to the call of the dark side, and I gave myself to him as if I’d lost my mind.

What he said to me only sent me over the edge—I want to fuck you.

The way he kissed me rivaled any kiss that I’d ever had asleep or awake.

I’ve been thinking about it all weekend, and I can’t shake him or that stupid kiss from my mind.

Clearly, I’ve gone crazy and lost my mind.

I need to find it now, however, because I have to focus. This is not a job you can bring baggage to.

That first night—after the kiss—was my second night of work.

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