Page 62 of Beneath the Light of the Moon
She had already pieced together that it was him who was texting her. Of fucking course she did. Mikko’s hand shook as he gripped the phone. Every time he tried to be in control, she managed to throw him off. A different kind of rage settled over his bones, one cooling the previous emotion running through him. It focused him in the way he needed.
Maybe I was saving it for a special occasion:unknown
Anika:That’s exactly something a cuck would say
That’s quite the assumption:unknown
Anika:Says you, sitting in a dark corner watching my dinner date
Oh, what an evil little minx.
His stomach dropped, but he also couldn’t help the small laugh slipping past his lips. She was playing his game and not being meek about it. Her double texts were purposeful, meant to distract him. He hated to admit itdid.
And that helikedit.
When was the last time he’d had fun like this?
If that’s the kinda stuff you’re into, the guy you’re with isn’t the one for the job:unknown
Anika:And how would you know? Have you slept with him?
Mikko huffed and took another sip from his snifter.
He left a woman upon finding out about her OnlyFans account:unknown
I, on the other hand, don’t shame people:unknown
Anika:Just harass them?
Our definitions of harassment are vastly different:unknown
Anika:Does following someone to their gym count?
That was a coincidence:unknown
Anika:Riiiight
Quickly, before Levi came back and diverted her attention, Mikko typed out one last message.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though:unknown
He doesn’t know how to find the clit:unknown
Slipping his phone into his pant’s pocket, Mikko left money for his drink and a tip on the table before quietly standing. Without another thought, he walked out the back door, Anika’s eyes on his back the whole time.
Hopefully,Levi could handle the rest.
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THE DARK CONFINES of his penthouse consoled him while Mikko’s heart beat wildly against his ribcage. His body was in sync with the storm opening up overhead, dousing the city in rainwater. He’d made it back to his penthouse before it’d begun. Luck was on his side sometimes. Just not when it came to Anika…
Anika:Sent an image
Anika:Looks like he might find it
It’d been an hour, but his brain was still in shambles. The picture she’d sent burned into his mind; even when he wasn’t looking at it, he could stillseeit. Which might’ve been a worse fate.
There, each pixel clear as day on his phone screen, was Anika. Well, her toned and tattooed legs. On one thigh, there was the head of a wolf inked there bordered in roses. It appeared she was sitting down somewhere—in her house if the wood floors and eclectic rugs were any indication to him—while Levi was kneeling in front of her. Mikko had never seen his employee in such a compromising position before. And even though nothing scandalous was happening in the photo, the way it was angled, and her words, made it feel naughty. Her intent no doubt.
