Page 121 of Ruthless Heir

I burst out laughing and my heart flutters. We never talk like this. All his previous messages were so businesslike and lacked humanity.

Me:

Your father is a very interesting man.

Him:

He is. But you interest me more.

My breath catches and my toes curl.

Me:

Do I?

Him:

Yes. So much more. What are you wearing?

My entire body heats at the question and I think of taking a walk on the wild side again.

Me:

Nothing.

The blue dots start jumping like they’re going to leap off the screen.

Him:

Fuck.

I laugh, probably sounding crazy because I’m all by myself.

Him:

Send me a picture.

I bite the side of my lip. I’ve never done that before but for him I would.

Me:

Okay, but only if I get a picture, too.

Him:

What kind of picture do you want?

Me:

A dick pic.

Him:

Give me an hour. Now send me yours.

It’s a good thing I do have the house to myself because the next few hours see me sending naked pictures of myself to him.

And he, Mr. Serious Billionaire, does the same.

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