Page 30 of Thirst Trap
Her jaw tenses. She doesn’t know why she’s doing this. Actually, she does. He’s too perfect. Too composed. Too… untouchable. And now that she’s touched him, kissed him, ridden him
She needs to know what kind of man hides behind a designer suit and thousand yard stare.
She clicks.
Tab 1:
A slick business article Forbes style fluff about Lucas being the“quiet twin” with an empire at his fingertips.
Tab 2:
A Reddit thread: “The Creams Are Cursed.”
“Lucas dumped a girl for asking to stay the night. The whole thing got buried but she made a few posts. Said he went cold overnight, said she felt like she was dating a ghost.”
Maddison frowns.
“He has guards outside his bedroom door. No one sleeps over. No one gets in.”
Tab 3:
A blog post: clickbait as hell.
“Secrets in the Cream Tower: Who’s Really Running the Empire?”
She skims past the conspiracy stuff aliens, satanic rituals but then she freezes.
A blurry photo of Logan, arm around someone in an alley. The caption: “Logan Creams: Enforcer, Brother, Murderer?”
Her gut tightens.
Maddison quietly to herself “…what the fuck are you involved in?”
She leans back, heart hammering. Her glass of wine is untouched. On impulse, she opens her DMs.
helmetdaddy_xo:
“Sweet dreams, booklover69. You are on my mind tonight.”
She swallows. The voice. The body. The way Lucas flinched when she teased him in the elevator like a man with ghosts under his skin.
She looks around her flat, small and chaotic. Then back at her screen.
She doesn’t know about the photo yet. Doesn’t know he has pictures of her printed.
Doesn’t know he’s been watching her since before she walked into Creams Tower.
But she can feel it. The obsession is mutual. The danger is real.
And the game?
Just beginning.
Rain pattered softly against the windows.
Maddison smirked, thumbs quick.
Maddison:
