Page 8 of Make Believe

Apparently so.

Okay, if I go ahead with this crazy idea and throw myself at this man—who to all intents and purposes I believe to be straight—will he even be interested in me? And how would I prove anything actually happened? There are no cameras of any kind allowed in here for precisely that reason.

So I need to prove he’s a deviantoutsideof the party.

My heart is still banging in my chest, but for different reasons now. I’m excited. I move in the shadows, stalking my prey from afar. I can see where Logan gets his good looks from. If anything, Daddy McKenna is even hotter. A real silver fox. It’sa little difficult to tell through the suit what his body’s like, but he’s no couch potato, that’s for sure. His salt-and-pepper hair is thick and just the right length for pulling on. He’s got a strong, clean-shaven jaw and sparkling eyes and…yep. If I’m seriously thinking about seducing him, the physical attraction won’t be a problem.

At least for me. I can’t see his bangles with the way his suit jacket is currently sitting. He might not be into men. In fact, I know for a fact he’s married to a woman. Does that mean anything, though? Countless powerful men throughout history have married conventionally so they’ll be accepted by society and then spent their lives fucking men in secret.

Is that why Daddy McKenna is here?

I force myself to take a deep breath, then drink my punch and discard what’s left of the grapes along with the cup into a trash can. Re-applying my lip gloss, I think if this is really what I want to do. I’m talking about getting compromising photos of a man who technically hasn’t done anything wrong to me.

But he’s sure raised a rotten son. Loganhurtme. Worse than that—he almost broke me entirely. He’s morally bankrupt. If that’s anyone’s fault, it’s got to be this man’s as Logan’s parent, right? Logan is a cruel bully, and I can’t let him get away with this.

Do I care about my own reputation? I could destroy my future prospects as well if I splash myself all over the internet.

Not if I blur out my face. Or turn my back to the camera. Or stay out of the photos altogether. Maybe all I need is to truss up Daddy McKenna in a fun outfit, stuff something ridiculous up his ass, then video what comes next.

Nowthatwould be powerful.

Logan’s family name would be disgraced. He thinks he’s untouchable, but no one is. Not if you’re vindictive enough. Besides, men like his father don’t get that rich without fuckingother people over. I’m sure this guy has it coming to him and then some.

In fact, if I bring him down a peg or two, it’ll practically be anoblecause. I’m sure I’ll be doing plenty of people a favor. Maybe even his wife. Does she know he’s here?

Probably not. Like father, like son. I think of Tara laughing at me and how she had no idea just how many times my pretty, tight hole had made her boyfriend come his brains out.

At that moment, Daddy McKenna’s gaze flicks my way. Even in the darkness, it seems he could tell he was being watched. Our eyes meet.

I guess this is it. Now or never. Decision time.

Revenge? Or live and let live?

Ultimately, it’s not even a hard choice to make.

This is going to befun.

CHAPTER 4

Rafferty

I’m being watched.

The prickling sensation is actually quite stimulating. After my wife ignored me all evening, I love the idea that I’ve caught the attention of a pretty girl. I deliberately don’t look directly, giving her time to approach me. But I can make out long, creamy legs, the swish of black fabric, and the glow of a beautifully made-up face.

So I spend the next couple of minutes sipping my whiskey, feeling the buzz thrumming through my veins, and enjoying watching the blonde with bouncy tits getting sensually but thoroughly spit-roasted by two guys who keep grinning and kissing each other.

Every few minutes, the relief of how pleased I am to have made the decision to come here washes over me. I’m so incredibly happy not to be at the awful, fake party anymore. So far, I’ve only delighted in observing others. But if this gorgeous creature comes any closer to me, I’m probably in with an excellent chance of getting my cock sucked in no time at all.

I think that’s what I want right now. For someone to make me feel good and not have to worry about their needs. I knowthat’s selfish, but if I’m honest and upfront, where’s the harm, really? I’m not here to pretend. I’m not here to make friends.

I’m here to feel free.

Finally, I sense my stalker approaching, moving slowly but confidently out of the shadows. I flick my eyes toward her…and pause.

The face sure is stunning, and I was right about the floaty, gauzy material. It’s both a robe and a floral dress. But through it, I can clearly see a flat chest and a barely concealed cock nestled in lacy underwear.

Huh.

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