Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Now, I don’t really know Russian that much, but I’m pretty sure Mishka is a pet name.
I was thinking of inviting Yulian, but I actually didn’t, because I wanted nothing to do with that fucker Kayden and I chose not to antagonize V for no reason.
No clue how he got in or why Vaughn was dragging him with his chain across the ground, but it was none of my business.
Pretty sure Vaughn didn’t even spend the night and left as soon as the initiation was over, though.
Me? I spent hours reviewing security footage. For some reason, Kill and Jeremy were doing the same, and I was on edge thinking they’d see me being finger-fucked by an asshole.
It was your asshole that was being fucked, though.
Very funny, demons.
But suspiciously, there was no trace of the motherfucker. I watched from all the angles, especially near that location, but it was as if it had been erased.
Maybe a hacker? It’d have to be a damn good one to be able to infiltrate our systems and get in without a QR code. Because I’ve seen footage of the people who lined up in front of our mansion, just in case, even if I didn’t think he’d mingle with students.
I was right.
He's smarter than that and more resourceful than I thought. Because why the fuck would a normal college professor have such a high-rate hacker under his thumb?
Even his dad’s law firm is small and has little to no influence. Maybe a previous client?
It doesn’t really matter how he did it.
I run my hand through my hair as I lean against my desk chair and pull out my phone.
Supposedly, I need to study for the stupid assignment. I don’t usually put much effort into school, but this time, because it’s him, I want to make the best fucking opening statement in history.
I want him to be in awe and stop belittling me.
Though he didn’t do that last night.
I wonder why.
This whole thing is confusing. I hate confusing.
With a groan, I pull out my text exchange with my PI.
Me
I need you to dig deeper into Kayden Lockwood.
Nadine
How deep are we talking?
As deep as you can get. No detail is too small. His childhood, his favorite toy, food, color, movies, sports. Everything that makes him tick. I want to see his high school yearbook, any extracurriculars he was involved in, and a comprehensive list of all past relationships. Leave no stone unturned. I want to know every last one of his secrets. If there’s anything buried in his past, I need to see it. Also, dig into his connections. Find out if he has any ties to underground organizations. The deeper you go, the better.
Was that too much? Probably.
Still searching for the fucks I have to give, though.
He lost all rights to his privacy the moment he touched me.
That will cost you a lot.
I don’t care. Get me what I want.
Noted. I will have to stay in the States for a while to accomplish this, so meetings might not be as frequent.
That’s fine. Update me via text or email.
I lean back in my chair, rolling my phone in my hand and still feeling lost.
Lost and I don’t exist in the same universe, and yet I can’t help but think that gathering info about him won’t quite solve the big mystery.
The way I react to him.
So let’s take this logically.
I’ve been straight my entire almost twenty-two years of life. My first actual crush and loss was a girl.
I’ve never, and I mean never, looked at a guy and been like ‘Sick body, bro,’ ‘That’s a hot dick,’ or ‘I wonder what your cum tastes like.’ I barely notice shit about girls, let alone guys.
Closing my eyes, I picture tits, like Cherry’s or Morgan’s. Let’s go with Morgan—hers are bigger. Hmm. Is that hot? I guess?
I swear it used to do something to me. Round, full tits, soft and pliant in my hands, the perky nipples engorging beneath my touch…
Images of my own nipples being squeezed and bitten and pinched rush in. Instead of tits, it’s large, hard muscles with a snake tattoo—
My eyes snap open and I groan as my dick twitches. You better not, bitch. I’m warning you.
This isn’t working. I seem to have lost my attraction to girls. I mean, not completely, but I’d still need to force myself into the mood to fuck—which is what I’ve been doing my whole life, really.
And I’m not attracted to men.
I need an experiment.
Unlocking my phone, I open a browser and type ‘gay porn.’
It’s beyond ridiculous, but I want to confirm I’m not having some sexuality crisis.
You totally are *giggles*
Shut up, demon.
After putting my earbuds in, I click one of the most viewed videos and watch.
First thought: the fake, corny sounds grate on my very last nerve.
So I click on something else. The fake noises make me want to reach into the screen and shake the fuck out of them.