Page 34 of Pretty Little Shadow
When I opened the first box, I almost dropped the damn thing.
There was another picture of Darius inside it.
A much different kind of picture.
The picture had been taken from behind, while he was in the shower. Soap suds dripped down from his hand on his shoulder, and his entire body was bare, exposing every inch of his tight ass and strong thighs.
Holy hell, I needed more.
I dropped that box and ripped the second one open.
The other picture showed him sprawled out in a bed with a sheet draped lazily over him, barely covering his erection. Every dip and bulge of his muscles were on display as he posed casually, showing himself off freely.
I was texting him before I even thought about what I'd say.
Me
How many people have these pictures?
Are they out there on the internet?
Dare
So they were spicy enough to catch your attention?
Me
Answer the questions
Dare
They're on the internet
Me
TAKE THEM DOWN
Dare
They've been up for decades, I think it’s too late to bother
I lost a bet, and the modeling was part of the deal
I dropped my phone, shoving both of my hands through my hair as I slid back on the couch, dragging my knees to my chest.
Why did it feel like the world was closing in on me?
Why did I feel so possessive and self-conscious and unreasonable about all of this?
Why was I at this hotel at all?
What the fuck was I doing?
My phone started ringing.
I stabbed the button to ignore the call without looking down to figure out who it was. Grayson, Mia and Charity, and now Darius, were the only ones who had my number. Mia was the lamia queen and Charity was her mate, and they both left me alone unless they needed something.
The ringtone died out, then started again.
