Page 86 of The Invite
Or I could buy her an entirely new wardrobe.
Motherfucker. First the car, now a wardrobe. I’m losing my senses over this tiny wisp of a woman. Why else will I be suddenly thinking of ways to spoil her?
Because of last night.
I’m not her boyfriend, nor do I want to be.
All I want to do is ruin her.
“Since when does your ass know about women’s fashion?” I snap at Maverick. It’s the bastard’s fault for the tunnel of thoughts I ventured into a second ago.
“Since I started fucking my father’s company’s COO and one of her favorite pastimes is getting railed in dressing rooms,” he shares with a dirty glint in his eye.
“Never a good idea fucking a married woman, Sinclair.”
“Neither is terrorizing your teacher,” he shoots back and scoffs. “Pot meet kettle, Grayson. Besides, what man doesn’t want to nail a hot older woman? Have you not seen her fat tits?”
I have at one of the many galas I attended with my family where I ran into her. While something is enticing about big tits, they pale in comparison to thesoft and sweet tits of Nessa.
The way they perfectly fit in my palms makes my cock swell. After tasting her pale pink nipples and the little whimpers that she lets loose when I suckle on them, they’ve become my favorite. They’ll look even prettier when I mark them with hickeys.
“Your dad’s going to have your ass when he finds out after you cause a blunder.”
He stretches his arm on the back of the couch and shrugs. “She’ll get fired. Nothing more.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Speaking of warnings, it’s stupid giving gifts to a woman who fucked you over.”
It’s my turn to scoff. “Her little complaint to Crane did nothing. As for the car, it was collecting dust in the garage. Now, it’ll have some use.”
“I also think she has a crush on you.” He snickers, refusing to let the topic of Nessa go.
The reason I sent him to drop the SUV was to distance myself from her. It’s bad enough she’s on my mind constantly. I don’t need to be talking about her with my best friend like a bunch of middle-grade schoolgirls.
Still, I find myself asking, “Why do you say that?”
I’ve done nothing but stalk, threaten, and blackmail the woman, I’d hardly say she has a crush on me. Venom spills from her eyes every time she sees me before I tame her into submission.
“Did Scarlett not tell you the assignment she gave the class yesterday?”
I drop the stick on the pool table I’m standing against. It sends one of the balls skidding into a hole. “No, she didn’t.”
“Essay on masked men.”
It’s the last thing I expected to come out of his mouth, making my brows almost rise to my hairline. A smirk threatens to take over my lips.
I shouldn’t be surprised.
When I had her phone for a night, I was able to hack it. Once I saw the familiar app, I checked the history and smirked at the videos she had saved.
No woman in this day and age is a stranger to masked men and bikers. After all, I’ve made a fortune off of it. My side business, though I only see it as a hobby, will be at itspeak this month.
My little prey is in the same rabbit hole of lusting after strange men in masks. Though she hides the truth behind her innocent façade. Her feed was filled with them.
So, when I saw her in my class, I knew she was my perfect match. The perfect muse I was searching for. I vowed to give her the taste of the forbidden. To make the reels become her reality and fulfill her darkest fantasies that she’s too scared to admit to herself. Probably kept them locked somewhere in her mind.
I will coax them out one by one and replace them with newer, gritter, and kinkier ones.
