Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives)
“He kept his eyes closed, groaning into the sucking, the tea-bagging, and after a few minutes, a very happy morning release—until he opened his eyes and saw Jade’s cum-smeared lips.
“Shit!”
Dante bolted upright, banging the back of his head against the headboard. He jumped off the bed, not understanding why the fuck he’d just had his stalker at the end of his dick. He pointed at Jade from the other side of the bed. “Why the fuck are you in my house?”
“You’re in my house,” Jade said, licking his lips.
Dante looked around the room. White saturated the walls, bed, and carpet like a snowstorm had washed away the colour, except for the gold, silver and bronze pictures lining one wall, looking like music awards. His gaze moved to an ornate cabinet, its swirling designs inlaid with silver. On top was a pile of cash, which made something prickle at the back of his mind, telling him it was payment for… “Fuck no!” he yelled. “I wouldn’t take money for sex, I wouldn’t!”
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