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AsherI’m sipping from a cup of coffee in the small library on the first floor. I don’t trust anyone not to spill on the old books. Their yellowed pages pack decades of stories that can’t be replaced. I’m the only person in the mansion who cares about these things. Thus, I’m the only one with the luxury of enjoying a good drink among the shelves.Setting the mug down on the table, I flip the textured paper over, starting to read the next line, when a series of loud footsteps alerts me. Lifting my eyes, I watch Camila marching toward me. She’s moving with purpose, her head low, arms pumping. There’s a gracefulness in her steps, and my eyes are drawn to her long legs.“I want to see your phone,” she says firmly as she stops in front of me.My eyebrows arch up at her bossy tone. “I see Layla’s lessons are rubbing off on you.”Camila’s pretty mouth turns down at the corners. Her voice comes out gentler—as if she’s trying to show remorse, which is very unlike her.“Sorry,” she says. “I jus
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CamilaThe dopamine high I’m on lasts a whole day.He’s going to let me keep the studio!Well, not keep it keep it; he still plans on owning it. But that’s only paperwork. The dance studio won’t be bulldozed. It will remain as it was. My memories of that place—and by extension of my father—won’t be turned to dust. He’ll probably pay for upgrades too! He wants to turn a profit, and I know I can do that with a little extra help. I can’t wait until I can go back to teach the students. Mom will faint at the news.But why did Asher have a change of heart? I’ve been trying to figure it out since the conversation ended. All I did was tell him the truth about my father. Asher, normally as frozen as an Alaskan mountain, softened as he listened. The sternness around his mouth melted away. He didn’t look like the man who threw me inside a car or held me down on a kitchen table by my throat.Asher looked … human.“Miss, your bath is ready,” Ollie calls out.Moving from my bed to the bathroom, I m
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CamilaI wake up thinking about the nursery.Pulling my blanket over my head, I hold my breath, trying to push the thoughts away. Why is that room abandoned? There’s no other way to look at it. The layer of dust on every surface screamed neglect. Why would Asher have a place like that in his home? Layla doesn’t let her staff leave smudges on the drinking glasses. For her to ignore?—Layla!Throwing the blanket off me, I jump to my feet. Flush with purpose, I quickly dress myself and then hurry out into the hallway. If anyone knows something, it’s her. Whether she’ll tell me anything is up in the air, but I’m too curious not to try.Searching the mansion up and down, I finally spot her through a window near the front door. She’s bent over, looking at something in the lush grass near the garden. Jogging to the entrance, I turn the knob and open the door without hesitation.A thick man with a shaved head is waiting on the top step. He’s playing on his phone. When he notices me, he goes r
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AsherLayla is standing at the end of the hall. She’s facing a painting, pretending to study the swirling brushstrokes that create the colorful grapevines.“There she is,” I say. “The little spy herself.”“I was doing what you did before, overhearing.”I scoff at her bravado. “It’s good that I did.”Layla turns toward me, her face emotionless. “Oh?”A bark of a laugh explodes out of me. I ruffle my hair. “I told her the truth.”“You did?”“Yes. I can’t believe it either. I’m still shocked at how easy it was. The words just spilled out of me, Layla. Why was it no trouble to tell her about Kristina?”The stiffness in her face blends away until she’s smiling kindly. Her shoes glide across the runner, not disturbing a single fiber. She’s able to move with the grace of a deer. Placing her hand lightly on my wrist, Layla widens her smile.“It was easy because Camila has given you a new purpose.”I withdraw from her touch. “Explain.”“Ever since Kristina died, you’ve been adrift in an ocean
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CamilaI’ve created a trench in my bedroom carpet from pacing back and forth. It’s impossible to hold still. I’m going to leave the mansion! I’m ... going on a date with Asher.What a strange thought. I’d never have predicted I’d go out with him willingly a week ago, but things have changed between us. Not drastically—but enough. The gnarled weed grown from hatred has been trimmed down to reveal the fresh, spring green beneath.And with enough nourishment, it might even blossom into a garden.Running my hands over the silky, burgundy gown with its high slit on my right hip, I check myself out in the full-length mirror again. I’m not sure where Asher is taking me tonight. Out of caution, I’ve dressed in something formal without being pretentious. For all I know, he could be dragging me to a bar like Topher’s.Right. Don’t get too fuzzy-headed, Camila. This could be another one of his plans.Frowning as some of my giddiness fades, I retrieve the black clutch I’ve stuffed my phone and wa
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Turning in place in the lobby, I scan the rounded ceilings high above. The gold beams are studded with crystals that mirror the jacuzzi-sized chandelier in the center. Beneath my feet spreads a colorful rug that sweeps upward along the curved staircases on the left and right. They go to the upper levels, the balcony seats.“Save your amazement,” Asher says in my ear. I jump with the thrill of his breath on my skin; he points at the stairs. “The stage is waiting.”The reminder of what’s just ahead makes my poor heart thud quicker. I start jogging in my heels, expecting an usher to tell me to stop. It’s funny how quiet things seem in the theater lobby. Shouldn’t there be people packed in lines, buying merchandise or picking up tickets at will-call?Bursting into the main theater, I’m faced with more confusion. Rows upon rows of seats expand below me from the balcony. Asher got us top-tier seats … But he doesn’t have any competition, because the room is empty.“I don’t understand,” I say
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He kisses my left knee, making a path upward. His hands hike my dress higher, covering himself in the material so it stretches over his head. In the privacy of that curtain, his lips finally make contact with my swollen clit. Then his tongue makes contact. And then he starts sucking.I clap my palm over my lips and squeeze my eyes shut, fighting desperately to hold in my pleasure. But another flick of his tongue across my pussy, and I can’t help but let out a trembling moan.Coiled like a spring, my inner walls flex to warn me that my orgasm is coming. My forehead is soaked with perspiration, and my thighs are slick from arousal. The room is like a sauna, and it takes me a second to realize that the heat is coming from inside of me.Asher has set me on fucking fire with his mouth, and every time he laps at my sensitive slit, the flames grow just a little bit bigger.A little bit more out of control.Another swipe of his tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Thick fingers
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AsherVodka does wonders to calm the soul. Unfortunately, halfway through my glass of it, my soul is as erratic as ever. Swirling the clear liquid creates flickers of light on the hard planes of the crystal. All at once I tighten my wrist, freezing my arm, but the vodka continues to dance.It moves the way the performers did tonight. Swaying, rocking, undulating across the stage. But I barely recall the show. My mind is somewhere else.When I take a drink of the alcohol, all I taste is her.Camila.She didn’t just let me nurse on her pretty little pussy; she actively encouraged me. Her desire drove my own. Then, later, she returned the favor in the car.Shutting my eyes, I exhale shakily. The memory of her soft lips wrapped around my cock gets me drunker than the vodka. My soul is trembling. I can’t dampen the energy in it, not after what she did to me.The walls around my heart that I spent years strengthening are starting to crack. Camila isn’t just knocking them down; she’s burrowi
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