𝑂𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔...
❝Your wife is calling. I think you need to take it, or better, you ought to leave.❞ She folded her arms, a series of goosebumps simmering over her warm ivory skin the more my intimidating strides brought me closer to her.
My sapphi...
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♢♔𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻♔♢
Something should have been worrying about the fact that I had obtained most of Illithyia Palmer's personal information, but I needed to educate myself.
I found absolutely nothing wrong with my sick, twisted ways. This was who I am; I was unstoppable and I never gave up.
Claire was right: Illithyia was so young and fresh with millions of followers. Her social media was hot, I spent over two hours browsing through her pictures, staring longer than I should have, especially at the half-naked ones.
She was fucking gorgeous, I could have licked her through the screen.
Bikinis and lingerie really suited her body. My temperature rose above normal levels every time I thought about how pretty her porcelain skin would look with my red hand imprints.
Maybe I needed help. I was lusting over another woman's social media while my wife existed, assuming her husband to be occupied with work.
Yes, I was working. Working on having Illithyia submit to me.
Today, Lia and I went out for some Starbucks because her session was starting at nine.
"We're having some dad and daughter time. Dad, smile for my live video," Lia held up her phone high up.
"Your fans will make fun of me, I'd rather not-"
"They're actually pestering me to put you in more of my videos after they saw you in the morning vlog, they think you're cool." She smiled at the camera as I rolled my eyes.
We had an uncanny resemblance to each other, but her eyes were more of a verdigris colour, a mixture of her mom's green eyes and my blue ones.
"A rich man's jokes are always funny," the sarcasm was evident in my voice.
"Anyway, my dad is a businessman, doesn't smile much, zero social life, but he's very supportive with a lot of dark humour."
"Do they have to know-"
"Yes, I'm adding a little personality to the face," she turned the camera to film the store. Her obsession with filming every small part of her life amused me.
Soon, we were driving to Illithyia's therapy centre. Something in me fluttered as we made our way there, was it my heart? I wasn't sure.
When we parked, we both got out and I followed behind Lia, who was making a 360° rotation of the place. When we entered, the receptionist lifted the golden telephone to her ear, probably informing Illithyia that we were present.
"Good morning, she has someone but she says you can come." She informed us and Lia was the first to skip to her office, pushing the door open without bothering to knock.
