Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
She was still giggling.
“Ok, well, maybe it won’t beat chocolate fudge cake, but I’ll definitely like it on a regular basis. A very regular basis.” She touched my face, resting her thumb against my cheek, eyes turning serious, even behind the smears. “Is that what we can be? Can this be regular?”
I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.
I tried to reinforce it to myself.
“It shouldn’t be,” I said, morality making a pathetic attempt at returning. “You need someone considerably better than a man like me to enjoy the pleasures with.”
“I don’t want anyone else, though. I want you.”
Her honesty was always astounding.
“You can’t know that yet,” I told her. “This is your only benchmark. You’re a young girl, with a long life ahead.”
She rolled her eyes, smile still cute. “Yeah, yeah. I’m a kid, and you’re a filthy pervert and all that. Whatever, Julian. You said you’d kill Scottie today for me, and you just made me come like I never knew it was possible. Show me anyone else who’d do the same. I’ve never seen them.”
“Not on this estate, no. But in the bigger world there are plenty of amazing men who could offer you a great deal of love and passion, as well as a fulfilling life.”
“You sound like a therapist now.”
Our humour was beautiful, just like her. Natural, just like her.
“I’d be a godawful therapist. I don’t think my life experience resume would give me all that much credibility somehow.”
“Who cares? I don’t.”
Oh, but she might if she knew. She hadn’t seen the disgust in my wife and children’s eyes.
I sighed, and looked up at the ceiling, the reality of this situation just beginning to show its true face to me, but Rosie wouldn’t let it linger. She rested her head on her elbow and flashed me a smile.
“What’s it going to be next then, Dr Julian? I could do with a nice, hot drink, I’m not sure about you.”
I tapped her nose, still consumed by her.
“I’m sure I can get you a drink, Miss Rosie.” I paused in my tracks. I still knew nothing about her. “What is your surname by the way?”
“Flynn,” she said, then held out a hand for a handshake. “Let’s take this as an official introduction.”
My mood was back to pink clouds and sparkling angel hair, another laugh hitting the room as I returned her handshake.
“Hello, Miss Flynn, very pleased to meet you.”
“And you are?” she pushed.
I hadn’t given my name to anyone in this block. I should have held back, keeping my anonymity, but I couldn’t. Her request was too sweet to ignore.
“Julian Lockley,” I told her.
I watched it sink in. She’d most definitely be remembering it.
“Well, hello, Mr Lockley,” she replied, then gave me another grin. “I’d love a coffee, please.”
I was beaming like a bloody idiot as I got up to my feet and pulled her up alongside me.
“Your wish is my command,” I said, and offered her my discarded shirt to keep her warm.
“I’ll hold you to that!” she shot back as I walked away through to the kitchen.
I couldn’t help myself. I was smiling as I put the kettle on. I felt like a stupid bloody teenager with an all-consuming crush as my Eve crossed the threshold into my kitchen after me.
She hadn’t buttoned up the shirt. It was hanging open as she took off her glasses and wiped off the cum with a cuff, leaning back against the counter as though she truly belonged here.
I was staring at her as the kettle boiled, mugs already waiting. The giggling innocence in her was already fading, and my lovesick candy cane emotions were dropping below the horizon. My urges were returning, full and strong. The vile addiction in me presenting its face again.
I wanted to defile and consume and deflower the beautiful princess in front of me.
I wanted to possess her like a little doll and play her body through every known game there was to play, and there was no denying it. My body was already electric with adrenaline, desperate for round two.
But then Rosie looked at me with something more. Something deeper. Something that spoke to my soul.
Infatuation.
Beautiful, pure infatuation.
The princess was infatuated with me, just as I was possessed by her.
“I mean it,” she said. “I can’t believe you did that for me today. Thanks will be never be enough.”
Oh, if only she knew. The very sight of her smile would be enough to thank me for ever.
Chapter Fifteen
Rosie
All I wanted was him. Work, food, sleep… my life downstairs… nothing felt like it mattered except Julian. I wanted to stay here for a lifetime. A fairytale gone crazy.
I stared over at him as he made our coffee, so loved up I could have screamed it from the rooftops.