I wanted to know why Perseus was suffering while watching Harper struggle.
I wanted to know why Serenity gave her heart to a worthless pile of shit who didn’t even deserve a glance from her.
I sighed and scanned the covers of the other four books. The sticky note Serenity had written on was still on the cover of one. I peeled it off, staring at the tan, animal-shaped paper with her neat little writing across it. A new question joined the othersplaguing my mind, and I stared at the sheet of paper, hoping it would give me an answer.
Pursing my lips, I held the sticky note out and snapped a photo with my phone. Pulling up Serenity’s texts, I sent it to her.
What’s a capybara?
Not even a minute later, my phone dinged with a photo of the creature in question. The round and tan animal sat on its hunches and stared blankly at a large rubber duck next to it. The capybara seemed to be in an enclosure, and more creatures just like it floated in a large pool or stretched out in the grass to sunbathe. Serenity’s pale finger pointed at it in the bottom of the photo.
This guy
Well isn’t he an ugly rodent
The success of our blossoming friendship just got reduced by 50%
I’m sorry. Damn autocorrect. I meant, he’s an adorable little guy.
Lies … but you’re forgiven. This is Tom.
Another photo lit up my phone. Unlike the first photo, this one was of Serenity squatting near the glass with a fat capybara right beside her on the other side of the clear panel. The rodent looked unamused by the selfie while Serenity beamed into the camera, clearly loving the opportunity to pose with Tom.
“You’re an ugly fucker,” I said to the still image of Tom before focusing on Serenity’s vibrant grin. “But you’re cute.”
Cute was an understatement. She was fucking gorgeous. Memories of the night before filled my head. Her naked body splayed out for me to torment with my shadows, the inkdecorating her skin, her pink nipples practically begging me to taste them, her wet pussy dripping for sex.
I couldn’t wait to actually have her.
I pictured her shivering beneath my touch while my fingers traced the moon phases tattoo between her breasts. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the back of the couch, freeing my now aching cock from the confines of my sweatpants. I gripped the dark shaft and gave it a measured pump while envisioning Serenity’s full pink lips parting on a moan as I pressed the pads of my thumbs against her nipples and rubbed them.
I stroked my hard dick to the fantasy at an even, unhurried pace. Fantasies of a girl with starlight for hair batting her lashes at me as she shed her clothes to show me more of the black ink painting her pale skin. I was eager to run my tongue along each design and shower her in endless waves of bliss.
Visions of the girl swarmed my head as the pleasure engulfing my veins ramped up. I pumped harder and thrust my hips off the soft cushion as heat seeped from my hand to cocoon my cock. I was willing to bet that heat wasnothingcompared to what I’d find when buried inside of her.
She’d feed me deceit with a fake smile while riding my dick, and I’d let her ride me with her sweet lies. I pictured her crying so that those tears glistened like stars on her lashes. In my mind, I ran my thumb beneath her eyes to gather them, only to shove the tears into her mouth for her to simultaneously suck on my skin and the evidence of her pain that she kept hidden.
With a groan, I shoved my dick into my hand one last time, cumming across my pants and the couch. I blinked the satiated haze from my eyes, and with a snap of my fingers, the sticky substance evaporated into shadowy tendrils, leaving everything as clean as it had been before.
My gaze fell to the image of Serenity still open on my phone.
I couldn’t wait to paint her body in that same cum.
One Year Ago
Diary Entry 15
Dear Twila,
Today was the day. Book two released! Even though I don’t have a huge following of readers, there were a few people who showed excitement for me online.
I texted Dad to remind him about my signing, but I guess something came up. He’s so busy, you know? He couldn’t make it. So I texted him a link to my new book in case he wanted to get a copy to support me that way. He said he would have Scarlett order one, so we know how that will end … I could gift him one for a holiday. Though, the copy I gave him of my first book disappeared after Scarlett “reorganized” his home office.
So maybe I’ll just accept that he doesn’t want a copy of his daughter’s nearly-complete trilogy.
I still had hope for the day, though. I reached out to Bradley, reminding him about how important today was for me. He told me congratulations. I secretly hoped he’d offer to take me out to celebrate or maybe even go an extra mile by getting me flowers. But he was busy with work, too.
I ended up coming home by myself. I’m eating celebratory sushi while I write to you. It’s really delicious. And I have my favorite Korean drama on. So it’s great. I’m great. I’m alone, but it’s fine. I’m fine.
