DENVERWhen Drake said my brain sometimes behaves like a machine, he wasn’t wrong. He meant I was always acting fast, like a machine. Like a moving train. Always on point. Moving forward. Taking another step in seconds.I don’t believe my fucking self. I don’t believe I truly went after her and brought her out in the most insignificant place. She’s making me do things that I don’t imagine myself doing.I’ve been controlling myself because I’m way older than her, and she’s now Bennett’s ex. I’m trying to put that all into consideration; that’s why I haven’t let my demon out yet. But she’s not fucking seeing that.She doesn’t seem to care how much I’m older than her. She doesn’t also fucking care that she was once Bennett's girlfriend and I’m his father, but she spits out words that get me so hard and hungry for her.I wonder how she found that place. It looks totally different from our normal world; it’s more like a different world that nobody but her knows about. It’s an old-fashioned

DENVERI was just staring blankly at Chloe’s face, not actually listening to the things he has been saying, because my mind has been roaming about, or rather revolving around, that little girl’s world.I call her that little girl so my dick can behave, at least. I want to call her that so my dick can stop having ideas, but she was never that little girl. At least, not for some time. Not for now that I’ve given up the fight to kill my urge for her.She’s practically a woman. A full-grown woman with legs that go for miles and a tiny waist that can only fit in one of my palms. And currently, she’s in the place where I’m supposed to be focused, not distracted.And I can’t get my mind off the picture of her in my head. The skirt she’s wearing and the way she had technically dressed for business—I had never seen her dress that way before.Whatever Chloe is saying right now is so fucking boring. I want to dismiss him and return to my office, but he keeps talking, and most of the things are un

DENVERThis is beyond losing my mind. I think I totally lost it the moment I motioned my fingers into her tight, clammy pussy. Fuck, that was the end of me. Maybe there should be an announcement that Denver is dead and there’s a new person with his name.I couldn’t believe the way her pussy almost strangled my fingers and flooded right in front of me as if it were only mine. As if it recognizes me as its only owner.Fuck, I should own that pussy from now on, from the way it accepted me and responded to my fucking touch.I had never seen a girl that wet right in my hands; she’s full of life and sweetness. I couldn’t keep my dick calm as I went wild in my imagination while I fingered her. Coupled with the fact that her beige eyes captured all my attention, she’s beautiful as hell.Anastasia has the kind of beauty of a princess who has been living in the castle since she was born and living a luxurious kind of life, but her story says otherwise. Although she doesn’t look like she came fr

ANASTASIAPossession. Raw and deep, and so damn dangerous. It’s all I see in him.His expression is something I've never seen before, or maybe he’s never let me see it; he stares at me with so much emotion as if he’s going to undress me with his eyes.I’ve never seen anyone stare at me this way, with so many desires and so much fire in their eyes.But instead of running away from it, I face it with so much audacity, like I’m not scared to see what might destroy me or ruin my life for good. I bare my soul and body for it. I want it. His possessiveness. All of it in his damn gorgeous eyes.I want every bit of it.Every fucking last drop of it.“What are you about to do to me?” I bite my lips so hard. I love playing so dumb, even though I see what’s coming for me. I glide my thighs together because it’s so freaking wet. The wetness rubbing on my thighs alone makes me want to do crazy things.But I don’t do anything; instead, I play dumb and let his possessiveness take charge of everythin

ANASTASIAThere is one thing about having bad memories, and there’s another when a particular sound triggers the memories.Currently, that’s the issue I’ve been battling with, the beeping of my phone. Scientifically, it is about being traumatized by sounds and happens after a traumatic experience.Since I started searching for who my parents are, basically not because I desire to see them but for the sake of hating more on them. I strongly want to meet my biological parents and watch as the regret displays in their eyes for leaving me, and then I would walk away permanently and they would never see me again.I want them to live with regret like I’ve lived with pain all my life. I want them to be ashamed and astonished that I truly didn’t die and that I survived. I survived even after they abandoned me.I haven’t gotten a reasonable response from the professional genealogist I hired a week ago. And this gives me tremors—fear of the failed research of my biological parents.Whenever my