Page 105 of Mr. Wicked

“The door was open,” she responded. “Besides, if you look at your calendar, I’m on it, so don’t act so surprised to see me.”

I glanced at my monitor, pulling up today’s schedule. A two-hour time slot had been reserved for Laura. “Two fucking hours?” I barked. “What could you possibly need that would take that amount of time?”

“Didn’t you read my email?”

“What email?”

She grabbed the back of the chair that sat in front of my desk. “The one that outlined why I’m here and what we’re going to be doing.”

Fuck.

In the last three weeks, everything had become such a blur.

Emails.

Conversations.

Outings with the guys.

The only details I could truly recall were the dates I’d gone on with Jovana.

Mostly because every one just teased me more, goading my erection.

Was that because she wore the sexiest outfits every time I was around her?

Because her nipples were constantly hard and showcased in every dress that she wore?

Because twenty-two days had passed since she’d given me her pussy after she turned down my offer of morning sex?

Shit, I didn’t even know anymore.

I just knew that there were evenings where I had earned that happy ending. Where I’d been nice as hell during our dates and the moment we got back to my place, she would say good night and go into the guest room and lock the door. Then in the morning, she’d get up early and either film content at my place, her setup so intricate I could tell she didn’t want to be bothered, or she’d go back to her apartment, and I wouldn’t have a chance to touch her.

She was making me wild.

And not just when she was in my presence, but times when she was nowhere near me. During those moments, whatever I looked at, whenever I turned around, there was a reminder of her.

The way she left her scent all over my condo. How her sweatshirt now lived in my living room because she was always cold whenever she sat in there to read. How her cashew milk coffee creamer had a spot in the door of my fridge.

How her pictures and videos were constantly in my Instagram feed. Whenever I’d go on TikTok to bury myself in travel videos, places I wanted to disappear to in the upcoming weeks, there she was.

On my For You page.

Promoting a product.

Looking so hot, I immediately got a hard-on.

Even TikTok wanted me to see her.

Goddamn it.

I needed a break.

I needed her out of my head.

I needed Hooked to purge her from my brain.

And I was here, sitting at my fucking desk, attempting to do just that, and now Laura wanted something from me, and that brought my mind right back to Jovana.

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