Page 92 of Dare To Live

“I know. Good night, Ari.” I don’t wait for her reply, pull the door closed and check the lock has activated, then walk back to the elevator and down to where the car waited for me.

My cell chimes as the car pulls into traffic. I tap on the messages and find a photograph from Arabella.

She’s completely naked, standing in the bathroom, one hand between her legs holding herself open, revealing pretty pink flesh, all wet and glistening.

My dick strains against my pants. My jaw clenches.

“Fuck.”

I want nothing more than to tell the driver to turn around and go back, but I don’t. Instead, I close the photograph and switch off my cell, then let my head drop against the seat and close my eyes.

This fucking woman is going to be the death of me.

Chapter 51

Arabella

I groan and peel my eyes open. There’s a jackhammer inside my skull, drilling a hole in my head, and my eyes feel dry and gritty. Everything hurts. I roll onto my side carefully, and squint at the light peeking through the curtains.

What time is it?

My flight leaves for L.A. at ten, and I need to be at the airport on time. I reach for my phone, groping around for it on the bedside table. With a press of a button, I turn it on. It’s seven in the morning. While I’m contemplating another thirty-minute nap, a message notification pops up.

Mom: Safe trip home, sweetheart. Call me when you get back. Love you.

I need a painkiller and breakfast before I feel human enough to face my flight. The events of last night are hazy. We went to dinner with Miles and Ivan. I remember saying goodbye to them. After that, not so much.

I’m about to drop my phone on the pillow beside me when I see the time on the last message to Eli. I texted him last night?

Me: Mak my pusst hapy

My heart stutters in my chest.

Oh, no, what did I do? How drunk was I last night?

Panic turns my blood to ice. I open the messages and read.

Me: I’m going to go bak to teh hotel and touvh myseld, imaginining my fingerss r yourrs as they dip in and out of my pusst.

Me: Maybe I’ll sens you a photo of wha your missng.

Me: HeY com bak for funh :)

Me: Wher r u?

Me: I want sext

Me: My pusst missss u

Me: Yur no funh

Me: Plz fuk me

Horror fills me when I see the attached photos.

In the first one, I’m naked, holding myself open for him to see. In the next, I’m sucking my fingers, my eyes half closed, cheeks flushed. The third is between my spread legs showing Eli my wet, glistening pussy lips again.

I close the images, and nausea rises when I see the video attachment.

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