Page 8 of Love Me Not

I’d never have thought a million dollars would place me close to the possible love of my life, but I’d always known one thing to be true.

Money does buy happiness.

In this specific case, it bought me a single night with the girl of my dreams.

Soft skin.Silky blonde hair.Pouty red lips.

She was a knockout.

The cherry on top?The way sherespondedto me.The way our bodies fit together perfectly.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

I wanted more and more and only stopped because I saw my little angel getting worn out.

I wanted to break every rule.I had already done it by taking off my mask, so what was one more?

But I knew the rules were there not just for my sake, but for hers.She never took off the mask, meaning she didn’t want to be known.

Which meant that if I gave her my name, it might put her in an uncomfortable position thinking I wanted hers.

I did.I wanted everything.Her name.Where she lived.What other dark, dirty fantasies she had that we hadn’t gotten to.

And goddamn it, I wish I’d let her touch me.

I might have wanted others to before, when I was neglected and horny, but Icravedher like she was some type of fucking super drug.

Her soft moans filtered through my mind over and over again.My body seized with a need for her.I could still feel her skin against mine.Could still taste her sweetness on the tip of my tongue.

If only I had the time to chase her.Rules were for the club; they couldn’t dictate what we did when we weren’t there.

I imagined bumping into her on the street.Or maybe if she worked in a service job, I could show up wherever she worked as a customer.

The fantasy of going to a random coffee shop and her being the barista was tantalizing.I pictured myself stopping at one on my way to work.Not the regular one I went to, but a random one that was just there when I was suddenly craving coffee.I would decide to get out of the car and get it.I would be standing there, moving up to the front of the line, and when I looked down, my little angel would be there.Waiting for me.

I would be breathless, and she would recognize me immediately, a blush coating her face.

I wouldn't pressure her, but I would plan to go there every day before work until she finally wrote her number on my cup.

But that was a silly daydream.Because, one, I never got coffee outside.And two, having time to even stand in line was laughable.

Going to the club set me back hours.Normally, in the dead of night, I would be able to finally get some peace and quiet and get some stuff done.The rest of my company wasn't working.Everyone was asleep in the house.And finally, I had uninterrupted thinking time to myself.

But I decided that I needed to get laid instead.

And drop one million fucking dollars.

I wasn’t mad about the money.It was a small drop in a large pool that I had collected for myself over the years.And if I was being honest, I wasn't even mad that I had a pile of work waiting for me.I was still more frustrated with the fact that I had no time to do what I really wanted to do.

Find out who my angel truly was.

Because I had bigger things to take care of.Like many things in my life, I had to leave her behind too.Love.I almost scoffed at myself for such a ridiculous thought.

Someone like me, falling in love?

But that was the first thing I thought when I met her.It was what plagued my mind when I woke up every morning.Getting laid had been the plan.They invited me to go to the auction, and I thought it would be a good idea to at least have some mediocre sex.I never expected to pay one million dollars, but as soon as I saw her walk across the stage, I knew I couldn't bear anyone else having the chance to take her from me.

Which was why I had a message on my computer screen ready to be sent to an information broker, Mia.One I promised myself I wouldn’t use again because of just how crazy she was.

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