in the shadows, my fists bunched like hammers… and watched Leticia slow-dancing in the arms of another man.
But not any other man.
It was him. Jason Luke.
I watched the way the couple moved together – the way the man’s hands were wrapped possessively around Leticia’s waist. I watched the way he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, and the melting flirtatious ring of laughter in Leticia’s voice as she stared wide eyes into the man’s face. She was blushing. I saw Jason Luke arch an eyebrow, and an instant later, Leticia nodded. She was blushing.
The song finished, replaced by a loud roar that I could hear in my ears. It was the sound of my rage – the burn of my simmering hatred. I stormed out of the shadows, striding towards the couple.
They jumped apart. Leticia’s face flushed crimson and she lowered her head with a guilty shock. Jason Luke turned as I bore down on him.
“Bastard,” I hissed. “Get ready, Luke. I’m about to tear you apart…!”
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April, 7 th .
Leticia finds nude pictures of Caroline.
Leticia picked up one of the last cardboard boxes, and then froze suddenly. She set the box back down and reached inside. In her hands were nude photographs.
Dozens of them.
Silently Leticia went through the photographs, shuffling through them like they were a deck of cards. She studied the images in cold, icy silence, and then slowly turned to me.
She held the photos up in her hand. “Who is this woman?”
“Caroline,” I said simply.
“The Caroline? The woman who lived with you as your submissive for three years?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “I had those photos taken of her by a professional photographer.” My voice was matter-of-fact.
I went to Leticia and stared over her shoulder. “The ones where she is fully nude are my favorites,” I said. “I prefer them to the lingerie shots.”
Leticia’s expression changed, then changed again. I saw a turmoil of emotions play behind her eyes. Finally she said softly, “She looks very beautiful…”
I nodded. “She is,” I said. “But so are you. I’m sure the photos I have taken of you in similar poses will be just as provocative, and delicious.”
Leticia looked up into my eyes with a start of pure fear. “Jonah! I could never…”
I smiled, and took the photos from her stiff fingers. “Yes, you can,” I said. “I’ve already made the booking. The photographer will be here on Wednesday.”
I caught Leticia in my arms as she fainted.
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April, 7 th .
Leticia asking Jonah about his mother in the library.
“Your father and you didn’t get along, did you?” Leticia asked softly.
We were standing in the library. I glanced at Leticia, surprised by her question, and then turned my attention back to the rows of paperback titles, trying to find the latest Nicholas Ryan zombie book.
“No,” I said. “The Old Man wanted me to be someone I wasn’t.”
There was a long moment of silence. Leticia took a tentative step closer as though she were trying to reach out to me, connect.
“What about your mother?”
“Which one?” I asked, and there was an edge to my voice that Leticia read as a warning.
“How many mothers did you have?”
I turned to Leticia and sighed. I thrust my hands deep into the pockets of my pants and balanced on the balls of my feet. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the old mirror on the side wall. My face was grim, my features seemingly carved of granite.
“Four,” I said. “My real mother died when I was young. Then the Old Man started marrying younger women. The last one – the woman he was married to when he died – was the woman you saw me at the hotel with a week or two ago. Remember the mysterious attractive woman who gave me her hotel key – the one you asked why I was so interested in her…? That was Melanie… my last step-mother.”
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April, 7 th .
Leticia blindfolded in the
But not any other man.
It was him. Jason Luke.
I watched the way the couple moved together – the way the man’s hands were wrapped possessively around Leticia’s waist. I watched the way he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, and the melting flirtatious ring of laughter in Leticia’s voice as she stared wide eyes into the man’s face. She was blushing. I saw Jason Luke arch an eyebrow, and an instant later, Leticia nodded. She was blushing.
The song finished, replaced by a loud roar that I could hear in my ears. It was the sound of my rage – the burn of my simmering hatred. I stormed out of the shadows, striding towards the couple.
They jumped apart. Leticia’s face flushed crimson and she lowered her head with a guilty shock. Jason Luke turned as I bore down on him.
“Bastard,” I hissed. “Get ready, Luke. I’m about to tear you apart…!”
Book Boyfriend Reviews
April, 7 th .
Leticia finds nude pictures of Caroline.
Leticia picked up one of the last cardboard boxes, and then froze suddenly. She set the box back down and reached inside. In her hands were nude photographs.
Dozens of them.
Silently Leticia went through the photographs, shuffling through them like they were a deck of cards. She studied the images in cold, icy silence, and then slowly turned to me.
She held the photos up in her hand. “Who is this woman?”
“Caroline,” I said simply.
“The Caroline? The woman who lived with you as your submissive for three years?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “I had those photos taken of her by a professional photographer.” My voice was matter-of-fact.
I went to Leticia and stared over her shoulder. “The ones where she is fully nude are my favorites,” I said. “I prefer them to the lingerie shots.”
Leticia’s expression changed, then changed again. I saw a turmoil of emotions play behind her eyes. Finally she said softly, “She looks very beautiful…”
I nodded. “She is,” I said. “But so are you. I’m sure the photos I have taken of you in similar poses will be just as provocative, and delicious.”
Leticia looked up into my eyes with a start of pure fear. “Jonah! I could never…”
I smiled, and took the photos from her stiff fingers. “Yes, you can,” I said. “I’ve already made the booking. The photographer will be here on Wednesday.”
I caught Leticia in my arms as she fainted.
Book Boyfriend Reviews
April, 7 th .
Leticia asking Jonah about his mother in the library.
“Your father and you didn’t get along, did you?” Leticia asked softly.
We were standing in the library. I glanced at Leticia, surprised by her question, and then turned my attention back to the rows of paperback titles, trying to find the latest Nicholas Ryan zombie book.
“No,” I said. “The Old Man wanted me to be someone I wasn’t.”
There was a long moment of silence. Leticia took a tentative step closer as though she were trying to reach out to me, connect.
“What about your mother?”
“Which one?” I asked, and there was an edge to my voice that Leticia read as a warning.
“How many mothers did you have?”
I turned to Leticia and sighed. I thrust my hands deep into the pockets of my pants and balanced on the balls of my feet. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the old mirror on the side wall. My face was grim, my features seemingly carved of granite.
“Four,” I said. “My real mother died when I was young. Then the Old Man started marrying younger women. The last one – the woman he was married to when he died – was the woman you saw me at the hotel with a week or two ago. Remember the mysterious attractive woman who gave me her hotel key – the one you asked why I was so interested in her…? That was Melanie… my last step-mother.”
Book Boyfriend Reviews
April, 7 th .
Leticia blindfolded in the
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