Page 32 of Ruining Vanessa

I can’t decide which version is my favorite. Maybe I should print and frame them all.

After two days, I had hoped Giulio would grow bored of this. Reacting in any way at all will only encourage him, though, so I simply text back, I’m at Ntimacy now.

If Giulio wants to display the photo, there’s nothing I can do to stop him.

My phone buzzes again.

Say hi to Vanessa for me. Give her a nice big dicking for me.

After a few seconds, another text follows. Not too big. My cock’s not as large as yours.

Since I’m alone, I allow myself a small smile. It’s a bad idea to encourage Giulio, but I admit, he does make me laugh… when he isn’t giving me headaches.

There’s nothing else to say to Giulio, so I grab the plastic bag sitting next to me and head inside the club.

It’s almost midnight on a Friday, which means there are a decent number of clients packed into the club. It’s strange that even a place as seedy as this has its steady clientele, but we’re practically the only game in this part of town. It’s a far cry from what our operations in Benton City had looked like.

That’s a headache I don’t want to think about right now.

I notice Paul sitting by the bar, so I squeeze past the tables toward him. “Paul,” I greet.

Paul visibly startles at my voice. “Oh! Damien, uh, hi.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him. He isn’t cut out for this job, something I’m even more aware of after the incident with the undercover cop.

Which is another situation I hope has already resolved itself. I’ll need to reach out to Slayer to see how that investigation is going. As far as I know, the body should be unrecoverable, but it’s still a huge risk we took for no good reason.

“Are you being careful?” I ask, keeping my eyes trained on him. A good stare is often all I need to intimidate somebody, especially a man as spineless as Paul.

Paul laughs nervously. “Careful? About what?”

“The clients.” I stop there, because we are still in public, and Paul isn’t that dumb. I hope.

“Oh. That. Um. Yeah. I’ll keep an eye on… shoes. And I’ll call you if I notice anything at all.” Paul shrugs.

He doesn’t sound that sure of himself. I really need to sit down with him at some point and go over protocol again, but I’m exhausted from all the work I’ve already done today, and all I want is to see Vanessa.

“Don’t leave until I’ve spoken to you later,” I say. I wait until he nods, then I head toward the employees only door and up the stairs to Vanessa’s room.

The new lock is more secure, although I wish it weren’t necessary. Maybe in the future we can have her walking around freely again, once she’s settled in and realized that we’re the best thing for her.

I open the door, gripping my bag tightly, and head inside.

Vanessa is on the bed, fast asleep. She doesn’t even stir when I close the door behind me, and it gives me a moment to properly study her. She’s beautiful when she’s awake, even if she’s so wary and skittish. But seeing how peaceful she looks right now reminds me of what we can have when she just gives in. She could be this way all of the time.

I set the bag down on the foot of the bed and lean down, lightly stroking her hair. She shifts a little in her sleep, her lips slightly parting, and I run my fingers along them. They’re so soft and plush, and it’s tempting to wake her with my cock in her mouth.

But I don’t want to startle her too much.

I draw back, whispering, “Vanessa?”

Her breathing changes, no longer as deep and peaceful, and she blinks her eyes open. Groggily, she stares at me, rubbing her eyes and fighting back a yawn. The contentedness she’d shown in sleep turns to that same wariness she always shows around me, and it’s really a shame. “Hi,” she mumbles.

“Hi,” I answer, leaning down to kiss her gently.

She tenses briefly, then gives in and parts her lips for me.

I linger a little on the kiss, enjoying how pliant she is for me, before reluctantly standing up again. “How was your day?” I ask, stroking her arm.

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