Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Zephyr is great, and I have no doubt that one day, after he’s grown up a little and emotionally matured, perhaps had some real-life experiences to give him perspective, he’s going to make somebody a very happy woman, but that woman isn’t going to be me.
13
CAESAR
It’s official. I have a sick obsession with my son’s girl.
The fuck is wrong with me?
One night with Tilly in my living room, and I was a goner. But one night with Tilly at Vixen, and now I’m fucking ruined. Who the hell was I kidding, thinking I could invite her to a place like Vixen and take control? Sure, she let me have my way with her, but it wasn’t long before she took the reins and told me exactly how the night was going to go. And damn it, I loved every second of it.
I loved seeing her in charge. Loved seeing the way she took what she wanted. There’s a confidence in her that I don’t usually see. Most of the women I’m with want to fall to their knees and be the perfect little whore, and while Tilly is all too happy to play along, it’s never long before she flips the script, and that feisty little vixen comes out of her.
She’s a sexual goddess, and she’s got me hooked.
I sit back at my desk, bringing up Tilly’s information on my computer as I run a background check. Sure, when she agreed to let me look into the fucked-up messages she’d been getting on social media, she probably didn’t understand just how thoroughly I’d be looking into her. I’d usually have one of my employees doing this shit, but not when it comes to Tilly, and especially not now that I know there’s a video of her sweet little cunt being splashed across the internet.
That’s mine. And mine alone.
Fuck. Mine? What the hell is wrong with me? I’m the one who insisted she keep fucking my son, and now I decide to be a possessive asshole? I don’t have the right. There’s nothing exclusive about us, and considering my extracurricular activities, she doesn’t owe me that.
Yet here we are.
As her background check runs, I do a deep dive into her social media accounts, following the breadcrumbs until I find the private account for The Vag Destroyer, and the hundreds of other profiles created solely for the purpose of fucking with Tilly, each one of them posted with still shots from her unfortunate live video.
It takes time, but eventually every last account is removed, along with the images of Tilly that had been posted, but considering this asshole probably has those pictures saved on his phone or hard drive, it won’t be long before he makes new accounts and plays the same bullshit over again.
I run a check on the main account, diving deep into the data, but the guy is good. There’s nothing that gives away his identity or even the slightest detail about him.
He’s like a ghost on the internet, intent on trolling every beautiful woman he comes across. The messages and comments this asshole posts are disgusting, and while Tilly is far from his first victim, it’s clear that he’s saved his most disgusting comments for her.
The deeper I get, the more disturbing it becomes, and when I find images of Tilly from out on the street having been followed, my stomach begins to knot. Perhaps this asshole is something a little more than a sick internet troll, but he should know, if he even thinks about going anywhere near her, I’ll be all too happy to pay him a little visit.
Fucking pig. He’s either some horny teenager who thinks the way to get a woman into bed is by insulting her, no doubt a trick he’s learned from the shitty men in his life, or he’s a forty-year-old virgin who hates women because none of them have ever willingly offered their bodies up to him. Either way, this fucker needs to be found and taught a goddamn lesson.
I’m able to find the IP address, but unfortunately, that’s as far as this can go. Though I’m not above delivering one hell of a virus into his computer. It won’t ruin his life, but it’ll take him offline for a while and more than inconvenience him.
With The Vag Destroyer momentarily dealt with, I move on to Tilly’s viral video. She had removed it from her profile, but that shit had been shared more than just a few times, and as I do a deep dive across the internet, I find it posted and reported countless times.
There’s no telling how many times it’s been saved to personal devices, and while there’s nothing I can do about that or be able to stop anybody from uploading it again, I can at least scrub it from the internet and slow this beast down. It’ll be something that requires constant checking in, but for now, she can sleep easy knowing it’s gone and not readily accessible to the sick perverts across the internet.