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Shit, my family is going to see that, and when they do, my phone is going to start ringing and it’s not going to stop. My parents are going to be so upset with me. But the post seems to be going off the hook, and I would be lying if I said that didn’t make me a teeny bit happy.

Chapter 10 - Luka

I spend most of my evening keeping a watchful eye on the post that I made for Hannah. As I predicted, people are going loony over it because I posted it. A lot of women complain about me being married but promise they can rectify that situation. I respond and tell them to listen to the podcast. It’s good.

After that, I took a bit of my own advice, lay down in bed, and put the podcast on. Hannah’s voice is soothing as she introduces herself, her podcast, and her aims. Then, she launches into a brief background of Ted Bundy before she starts from the beginning of his story.

You can tell she’s done a lot of research on him. Her facts are all in order and very linear, and she talks with confidence. She isn’t the shy girl from the casino who slept in my bed when she’s behind the microphone. In fact, she is anything but shy.

She’s definitely an introvert when she’s not in front of the microphone.

I barely seem to have slept when a knocking on my door wakes me.

“What?” I groan.

“Kervyn wants to see you,” Monty’s voice is as sleepy as I feel.

“What time is it?” I ask, lifting my head.

“Six, he said something about if you have time to cause trouble, you can get up early to see him.” Monty yawns. “I’ll go get some coffee ready.”

“And today is the only day I have off from the gym,” I grumble as Monty shuts the door. I get up, and I go shower. As I wash over my body, I wake up more, and I subconsciously stroke myself. There's nothing like a little early morning fun to get the blood pumping.

My mind immediately drifts off to Hannah. She’s asleep next door, probably in a little night dress. I picture it hiked up to her hips.

I wonder if the carpets match the drapes, and that helps me get hard, just picturing her smooth pale skin and a landing strip to her honey pot.

I imagine my mouth descending on her, lapping up her liquid gold as I make love to her pussy.

I grunt slightly as I apply more pressure to my dick. I work my way up and fondle my balls for a while before I feel a build-up of pressure and stroke myself faster.

As my cum slides down the drain, I feel relief, and I relax. I don’t normally need a hand job in the morning, but I don’t think Hannah is going to be giving me any relief anytime soon.

I get out of the shower, dry off, and get dressed before heading out. I pause at Hannah’s room and peek in. She didn’t close the door, and she’s sprawled on the bed in a little pajama set: shorts… really short shorts—and a tank top.

I hurry downstairs and go to the dining room, where a piping cup of coffee is waiting for me. I add sugar and milk.

Monty stands near the door, looking more alert than before. Kervyn must have woken him up when I didn’t answer my phone. I check it, and yup, two missed calls from my brother.

“Is the car ready?” I ask.

“Yes, sir,” Monty says.

I down the rest of my coffee and gasp slightly at the heat. Then I follow Monty out of the house and to the sedan, where I hop into the back.

Monty drives to Kervyn’s house rather quickly because there’s hardly any traffic. I get out of the car and look around. “Wait here, I shouldn’t be long.”

“The races are starting at ten,” Monty says.

“Noted,” I say. I walk into the house and go straight to my brother's study. I knock on the door.

“Come in.” I hear him call.

I walk in and smile. “Kervyn. Nice of you to wake me.”

“Luka, are you a fucking idiot, or do you just like testing my patience?” He picks up his phone, scrolls a little bit, and sets it down on the table. I pick it up. It’s the post I shared with Hannah’s podcast.

“Proud of your wife? Your wife?” he asks. “A girl who podcasts about crime. You do realize that what we do is crime, Luka. Or is the irony lost on you?” He holds his hand out, and I hand him his phone back.

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