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“Yeah, sure,” she scoffed, shoving my hand away without a care in the world. “Are you saying that to convince us or yourself?” she asked, heading for my scotch. “Beckett was right. It’s one debt that you’re using pussy to pay off, you should drop her. Move on. This whole tirade of pride and dick measuring, although fun, is pointless. Besides, while she’s hot enough for me to fuck, there are plenty of others out there just like her, and it’s not like we’re going to be able to stay here forever. The assignment will end, and we will leave. You can’t wrap her up in a ribbon and take her with us, not unless you tied her up and shoved her in the trunk, only pulling her out when you want to get your dick wet.”

I swallowed, my eyes falling to her first book. She had written a scene just like that actually. I wondered how much she would love that. Being tied up and stored away, only brought out when I wanted to fuck the attitude right out of her.

“I’m supposed to look out for you Ev,” she went on when I didn’t reply. “I’m trying to do that. You’re pushing it. She got under your skin and now you’re losing control. You need to drop her and move on.”

I flexed my hand around the gun, my cock still hard, throbbing for a pussy I was refusing to give it.

Evelyn walked back into view, her brown eyes fierce with a fire that could never be challenged. “If she’s just a means to an end, you won’t mind me having a shot at her then,” she offered, lifting her head. “Any one of us can take the payment, right? That’s how we work. So, how about I take the next one. Not a big deal if she’s only paying off his debt.”

I worked my jaw but saw her game. Olivia’s pussy wasn’t magic, she was just some girl. A girl paying a debt. “Fine,” I said, shrugging my shoulders as I walked back over to my nightstand and set my gun down on top of the notebook I had been reading. “Have at her. But I doubt you can make her scream like I can.”

Evelyn laughed as she headed for the door, seemingly proud of herself for winning the argument. “That’s when you know you’ve done good, Ev, not by how loud they scream, but by how violent the orgasm is. So violent, they lose the ability to make any noise at all. She’ll be begging me for more, and she’ll forget all about you and your mediocre cock.”

My hands clenched into fists, and I waited until the door shut behind her before I snarled under my breath, my entire body shaking in rage.

She was a means to an end.

Evelyn fucking her shouldn’t matter..

Olivia Rose was just some pussy, nothing more. So I didn’t care if Evelyn had her way with her. I wouldn’t care. I shouldn’t care.

I would not care.

I wouldn’t.

I stared at that notebook for a long time before jerking it out from under my gun and tearing my cock out with a rage-filled snarl. Fuck her and her bratty ass attitude. Fuck her and her glaring eyes and her angry words.

Fuck her and her sharp nails and the way her body curved into mine. Fuck the way her legs wrapped around me, the way her tongue danced with mine. Fuck the way her pussy tightened down right before she came. Fuck the way she said my name.

“Everett. Fuck, Everett. Oh, God, Everett.”

I groaned, bursting in my own hand, covering my chair in cum, my heart hammering.

She was just a means to an end.

That’s it.

Nothing more.

24

Olivia

June 7th, 2022

Ishot a glare at my phone as it lit up for the 6thtime in the last hour.

Mom wouldn’t stop calling me. Over and over again. Never leaving voicemails, just texts that kept getting nastier the longer I waited to text her back.

I ignored it once again and finished off another glass of wine. My third since I sat down to write.

I got another chapter done and emailed it to Katie to keep her off my back. I didn’t think it was great, just something to stop her from bothering me for the time being.

The thing was I couldn’t stop thinking about Everett and what he had done to me, and I hated him so much for it. For burrowing his way into my mind like the rat-shit he was and taking up a home.

I didn’t want to keep paying this goddamn debt.

When my phone lit up once again, I slammed my laptop down, hit ignore and instead called the landlord I had been emailingwith over the last four days that my realtor had put me in contact with.