Page 5 of Moth to a Flame

But he did think she was good enough to jerk off to. Motherfucker.

Never mind.

Anyway, yesterday, I set her up with a new match. Another man she could never want.

I let Marshall Fuller find her.

His looks aren’t the issue. With his full brown hair, green eyes, and at five-four, he’s not ugly or handsome. He’s plain.

His kink?

He’s into reading the Ten Commandments to a woman before he gets to the sex part.

Which is also fine.

For another woman who isn’t Regan.

Stalling instead of taking her right then and there won’t do it for her. I can already tell.

Caught. Held down. Taken so-called against her will. That’s what she’s after.

It’s everything that Marshall isn’t.

What I’m doing is sick, to rig the system. Stopping Regan from unsubscribing and trying her luck on another website while keeping her from finding her true match.

I do it regardless. She’ll have no choice but to run right into my arms when we finally meet.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

You’re starting to sound just like her.

I’m spiraling. I’m aware. Still won’t kill Regan, Dad, so don’t even start.

Marshall, on the other hand, I might kill him.

Depends on how he treats her.

In two seconds flat, I’m back in the armchair, my fingers tapping furiously on the keyboard.

Leave Marshall out of this. He’s innocent.

“Fuck no.” I shut the old man up once and for good.

I’m not losing my mind.

I’m not.

I push my hair behind my ears as I monitor his and Regan’s chat window, growling as they get the formal introduction part out of the way.

WhipYou1984:Twenty-five. Great age. And Regan. That’s a beautiful name.

ReganE:Umm. Thanks. My dad named me that, after, you know…

She’s trying to reel him in. Pique his curiosity.

She’s definitely piqued mine.

WhipYou1984:No, I don’t. It doesn’t matter, either. What matters is you’re gorgeous. And fall is just around the corner, finally. I hate summer. Bug bites are a bitch. Hate scratching myself to death when I hike. LOL. Don’t you hate summer?

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