Page 87 of Captivated By Danger

It’s a little past three in the morning. So, this could technically be day three, but whatever. I can’t sleep. I’m glad this desk is facing the street because the city is so beautiful from here. Both at night and in the daytime. So much has gone on in the last twenty-four hours that I think my hand is going to be curled up like the Cryptkeeper by the time I am done writing. I could have written in here this morning, but my brain was so foggy. From the time I put on that skin-tight ass black dress to Diesel rubbing my pussy, and then eating it, and then fucking it, my brain was overloaded. That man had me so confused. I think my eyes were crossed most of the time. Everything felt so fucking good, that I really can’t put into words how he made me feel. I think I felt every drop of my blood flowing through my veins as he made me cum. The way he looked at me, I thought that we may have connected on a different level, but then he was so cold at breakfast, even though he wanted to kill John. Or Sean—I can’t remember— when he felt like he’d looked at me a little longer than a man should. And then when I called to check on his big head ass, he had the nerve to hang up on me, but, when I called back, we ended up staying on the phone for like four hours. Four whole hours. He talked to me like a human being and a friend, but then he went cold again. I didn’t even hear him come home, so I don’t even know if he’s here or not. It’s only Tuesday night—Wednesday morning, so he has the rest of the week to have his one dinner with me and he said we’d sleep together Saturday night. I’m rambling. Let me get in the bed.

Wednesday Evening…

My phone connected just as I’d closed my journal shut. It was a short entry because I didn’t have much to add, except for Diesel being an ass at breakfast, completely ignoring me, and he didn’t answer the phone or text me while he was at work. It was like a complete shift from us talking on the phone for hours yesterday. It was nearing 8:00PM and he still hadn’t come home. I’d already eaten, and I was trying not to stress-eat.

“Hi, Hot stuff. Thought you’d be too busy getting your back broke to call me at this hour,” Elle said.

“Oh God. It’s literally just turned eight. What are you doing?”

She’d propped her phone up and was moving about her suite.

“Girl, nothing. Just making this wig that I have to apply in the morning. What are you doing?” She moved toward the camera. “You look like you are glowing. Big Daddy finally dicked you down?”

I blushed. “God, Elle. Please stop calling him that, but…”

I looked around before walking into my closet, going straight to my vanity. I didn’t want to chance Diesel eavesdropping on me.

“Goddamn, girl. Where the hell did you just go? Saks.”

“I literally showed you this closet yesterday. Please stop. But, back to what I was saying. Yes. Yes. Yes. He finally dicked me down and it was the best I ever had in my life.Theabsolute best. From his heavy ass dick to his head—”

“Head!” Elle shrieked. “Oh my God. Please tell me more. Don’t leave outanything.”

“Just know… he is not overcompensating for anything. In no area. On a scale of ten, it’s literally a twenty. I can’t… oh God, it’s been all I can think about, butthatis not what I called you for, Elle. Can you focus for a few minutes?”

She sighed. “Okay. Okay. What’s going on? Wait, are you going somewhere? What do you have on?”

I looked down at myself. “I have on pajamas. Some silk ones that I’m assuming Mona got for me. They are so comfortable. I’m going to get you a pair since he wants me to spend his money so bad.”

She smiled. “That sounds good to me but tell me what’s going on. Am I going to have to get on the next flight out?”

“No. At least not yet, but he’s just so cold. He has three levels: cold, below freezing, and beyond livable like… like Antarctica or something. The other night he was so warm and attentive. He figured out nearly every spot I had in just seconds and had me cumming.”

“I like the sound ofthat.”

“Yes, but the following morning, he cuts the chef’s son into many pieces with his eyes, snaps at me, and was acting so distant. I called him at work, and he hung up on me at first, but I called him back and we actually had a decent conversation. He seemed to be slightly dethawing. I thought that conversation was going to be a catalyst to us having a good time, but nope. I haven’t seen or heard from him since then. I don’t even know if he’s here now. I am supposed to be getting dicked down and here he is, ignoring me. Like now, I am so unsure of myself. He told me it was good, but he’s not acting like it.”

“Okay, first thing first, Grey. Just breathe. Take a second and breathe. He’s an important man, so I’m sure he has to work a whole lot. Why do you think Big Daddy picks his women the way he does? He doesn’t have the time to be a regular man. He literally gave you a whole damn binder to be his girl, so it’s like… he’s not regular. He ain’t sent your ass packing yet, so you know it’s yanking. You ain’t had none in what… years, girl, I know that pussy was taking him through the motions. And he thirty-seven too? Old ass. Girl, please. Get out yo’ head.”

I laughed so hard. “Girllll. I can’t stand you.”

She held her hands up. “I’m just saying. Did you suck his dick?”

I shook my head. “And he didn’t even ask.”

“Bitch, he didn’t even ask! Did he motion? Give you a hint? Anything?”

I shook my head again. “Nun-uh. Why you ask?”

“Bitttccchhh. Yes, your pussy was good as fuck. Big Daddy old ass just couldn’t handle that young shit. That’s all. Give him some time. Matter of fact, go suck his dick tonight. Frolic around that castle on stilts, find him, and make him pull it out.”

“I don’t know about that, Elle. He’s kind of… I don’t know.”

“He’s not going to turn down head.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do. He’s a man. Suck it nasty too.”

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