Page 2 of Enforcer Book Boyfriend

I hit send just as another private message notification pinged on my screen. Before his response came back to me, my heart pounded against my ribs. His words were surprising, sharp-edged but seductive, revealing a man who knew exactly what he wanted—and was more than willing to take it.

“I like your audacity, Grace,” his response read. “You’re right about skipping the small talk. It doesn’t mean anything, anyway. Either you find the person you want to spend time with, or you don’t.”

A genuine smile spread across my face, smudging the line between reality and fantasy even further. In front of me was a man showing a level of interest that had been absent from my life for far too long.

For hours Dillon and I messaged back and forth while I nursed my wine, discussing our likes and dislikes, our expectations and boundaries that could not be crossed. There was something thrilling about laying it all out with a stranger whose existence spanned hundreds of miles away from mine.

Our exchange was a play of words, each sentence weaving a tapestry of illicit promises and unspoken truths. The air around me seemed charged with electricity, the boundaries between fantasy and reality blurring as I lost myself in the world Dillon painted—a world where passion was raw and unrestrained, and where the only rule was to expect the unexpected.

“You’re not what I expected.” The words came up on the chat fast and furious.

“What did you expect me to be?”

“Not sure, but I like it. You intrigue me.”

“Good. That will make things even better,” I typed. A smile came over my face and my teeth caught my lower lip. “So, are you who you claim to be?” I paused, thinking I was pushing a bit too far, but then decided to go all in. “I mean, I just want to make sure I’m getting what I want from this site.”

“If I were you, I would be careful what you ask for.”

What could he mean by that? “I’m ready for whatever comes my way. Are you?” Yes, it was sassy and cheeky and all that, but I wanted to have fun. Dillon, if that was his real name, would either be the one for me or not.

The night wore on and we were still chatting when I noticed the time. “Damn,” I muttered to myself as I glanced at the clock showing 2:00 AM.

Before calling it a night, I sent Dillon one last message. “I’ve enjoyed our chat. Let’s do this again tomorrow?”

His reply came fast. “Looking forward to it, Grace.”

I snapped the laptop shut and lay back on the chaise. My mind was ablaze with images of who Dillon was. “Alright, Grace, you opened this can of worms. I hope you’re ready for what comes next,” I breathed into the stillness of my room.

The next morning, my eyes opened slowly as the vibration of my phone on my nightstand pulled me out of sleep. His message was there, waiting for me to answer. I couldn’t help the smile that lifted my lips. With a flick of my thumb, the encrypted app was open, and his words made me almost giddy. Good thing it was Saturday, and I didn’t have to go to work in the morning.

“Morning Grace. Did you think about me last night?”

“Morning, Dillon. You know, based on everything you’ve told me about yourself, I would think someone like you would be too good for a dating site,” I typed back. That was something I had been thinking since last night.

His response came back within seconds. “I’m looking for something… someone, who can connect with me on a deeper level. It’s difficult for me to meet women in my line of work. So why not try this if it gets me closer to finding my person?”

“Wouldn’t women be drawn to you, especially if you are who you say you are?” I typed with intent, the words flowing fast and furious.

He chose not to answer me. “Question for you, Grace. With a name like yours, why is a nice guy with a nice job who can live with you in a nice house and raise your perfectly nice kids not good enough for you?”

His question got to the heart of the issue and was not unexpected. A perfectly nice life was fine for others, but not for me. “Ordinary is not the life for me,” I confessed. “I crave the rush of adrenaline, the taste of the forbidden. I want to dance on the edge of danger, where one misstep could change my entire life.”

“Careful, sweetheart,” Dillon’s response came back, laced with a dark promise that sent shivers down my spine. “That dark abyss you’re craving can turn on you.”

“Then I’m ready to take the chance,” I fired back, the challenge in my words as palpable as the tension that crackled between us.

“Have you ever tasted true power, Grace?” he typed, his question opening a door I never thought I’d come across.

“Only in my fantasies,” I admitted, leaning closer to the screen as if proximity could bring me into his orbit. “But I’m eager for the real thing.”

“Power’s not something you can nibble on and put aside as if you’ve never tasted it. It’s something that you devour,” Dillon wrote. “Once you’ve had a morsel, nothing else will satisfy you again.”

“Well, then you should know that I’m starving for an experience that will leave me wanting more.”

“Good,” Dillon’s last message came through, a beacon in the growing darkness of my room. “Because what I’m offering isn’t just excitement. Get ready for everything you wanted and more.”

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