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Ifollowher.LikeIalways do.
It’s an addiction, but one I don’t want treatment for. She’s mine. I don’t care if she doesn’t know it yet. It’s just a formality.
But when I see the two of them together, I see red.
It’s taking everything in me not to run over to them and pull them apart. To let the bitch know that Bliss is mine. Now and forever.
I’ve been lenient. But I can only sit back for so long and watch someone touch what’s mine.
Bliss’s pussy, her tits, her kisses are mine. Each and every moan and gasp are only for me to take.
One day soon, very soon, Bliss is going to know that. She’s mine. All the cards are falling into place and she will be with me permanently.
Chapter 14
Felicity
Two weeks later
Ihavetoremindmyselfto breathe. In. Out. Nice and slow. Deep breaths. My mind is getting the memo, but my body is saying fuck it. I’m in full on panic mode right now.
Tomorrow is the day. The one I’ve been dreading. The calendar and video shoot. From the moment I met Roxy, I’ve been fighting this internal battle with my feelings. More specifically, the not-so-friendly ones I’m having for her. What’s worse is I’ve kept them from Ezra. When I think about how this is going to feel for Ezra, I get nauseous. He thinks this is just a job and after I’m done, that’s it. As much as I hope that’s how it’s going to go, I know somewhere deep inside, that it isn’t.
This is the last hurdle. One night. One shoot. Then it’s done. No more Roxy, no more confusion. Just me and Ezra. Right?
Roxy has claimed a part of me. Even though we just met, she owns it, and I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do. Can I really have such deep feelings for both of them?
My legs bounce as my eyes anxiously scan the room. I’m not looking at my phone again. I know she’ll be here any minute and tonight we’re moving forward, jumping over the last hurdle. We’ve played with toys, teased each other, exchanged kisses and touched so many parts of each other’s body. I can’t count on one hand how many nights I’ve gone home after being with her and masturbated to her image, to what we’ve done. But tonight we’re doing it all.
Orgasms will be had.
We have to. At least that’s what Roxy says. We opted to not have the videographer come in. It would be too uncomfortable for me. I’ve only met Monty once and while he seemed to be a nice guy, I didn’t know him. I know it sounds weird with me getting naked and getting off on a live stream for countless numbers of people. But him being in the room would be different. Instead, when we set up the final confirmation for the shoot with Chad, he offered to set up and explain the cameras.
Tonight, though, we are going all the way and recording it on her laptop. That way we can watch it back and know where we, or rather I, need to work on controlling my nervousness. If we can’t make it look real on camera tonight, then it won’t look real tomorrow when it really counts.Thank God!I can’t help but let out a silent prayer for that.
Instead, we are doing our own set up for our scene. Not that we’ll need much. Chad will set the cameras up in the right place and then edit the video for us. Once we’re done with the photo shoot, Chad’s going to turn them all on and leave.
I’m thankful for that. Especially since I know him in a roundabout way. The idea of having to look Chad and his family in the eye after he watches me orgasm makes my stomach churn.Hell, his wife is one of my best tippers and his kids are to die for and I can’t help but dream about the day I’ll have a child of my own.
The sudden, sharp metallicclickof the door handle turning pulls me from my daydream. For a breathless second, time stretches, almost as if the world around me is moving in slow motion. Then the door eases open.
My breath catches.
She steps through like light entering a dark space—graceful, assured, and impossibly real. That familiar smile curves across her face, soft and knowing, as if she’s always belonged in this room with me.
My heart beats in my chest, not just faster, but louder, like it’s trying to reach her before my voice can. Each breath I take is shallow, my every thought fumbling in her presence.
“Roxy.” Her name slips off my lips as if they were meant to always say her name.
Her eyebrow raises, a smirk dancing on her face as she shuts the door behind her. “Bliss.”
We stay frozen, our eyes locked on each other, neither of us saying a word. It’s Roxy who breaks the silence first as she moves across the room toward me. “Are you ready for today?” She bites down on her bottom lip, her teeth dragging along the flesh as she drops the bag in her hand on the floor. “I know I am. All I could dream about was finally getting to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”
I gulp. Hard. Not sure what to say or how to react.
My eyes bulge, my heart races, and sweat forms on my brow
