Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

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"Anything for you, baby."

Just as I’d expected, he immediately put the pillow down and rested his hands on it, leaning forward with a smirk as he spoke.

"Okay, then go quickly and come back soon," I urged, rushing over to hug him.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead before bringing his lips to mine again.

I knew that once he got started, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

"No, no, no, no. You’re not gonna do that anymore. Just go and get me those condoms first," I insisted, pushing him away.

I giggled while he grumbled and gestured for me to wait there.

I did, but I lingered a little too close to the door.

I watched him rush into his bedroom, probably to get his wallet.

When he came back out, I noticed him reaching to lock the door.

That was when I had to move quickly.

I rushed over and hugged him, startling him enough to make him drop his keys.

"Oh, you scared me," he exclaimed.

I slipped my hands down the front of his pants, and his breath caught.

"I thought you didn’t want to do anything before I got the—ahhh—condoms," he whispered.

His body lurched forward against the door, and he braced his hands against it as I slid my hand down until I grabbed his shaft.

He let out a loud yelp, making me giggle against his chest.

"Well, do you think you’re the only one who can’t keep his hands to himself when we’re together?" I teased as I slowly and gently rubbed his shaft.

His hands curled into fists, and he slammed one against the door, groaning as I continued to stroke him through his pants.

My other hand moved lower to cup his balls.

I noticed how completely wild he became.

He planted both hands against the door, and I heard his nails scrape across its surface.

I wanted to look up, but his body was blocking my view.

As his nails scratched against the door, I quickened my movements, drawing another low groan from him.

However, just before he could climax, I abruptly pulled my hand away, gave his ass a playful slap, and stepped back with a giggle.

He remained braced against the door for a moment before slowly pushing himself away, tipping his head back.

"Yo," he breathed. "You made me so hungry," he whispered, pretending to growl.

"Well then, go and quickly get the protection, because I can’t wait either," I replied with a giggle.

I leaned against the wall with my hands clasped behind my back, making sure his eyes stayed fixed on mine.

When I’d stepped away from him, I’d discreetly dragged his keys toward me with my sandal.

Now, I kept one foot positioned over them, hiding them from his view.

"I’ll just go and come back quickly," he promised with a smile, patting his pocket to make sure his wallet was still there.

Forgetting about everything else, he hurried toward the exit. He stopped at the door and turned around.

I gave him an exaggerated, seductive goodbye, wiggling my fingers at him.

He smiled before stepping outside.

Once he was out, I heard him lock the door from the other side.

Of course he did that.

The way I had hardened him in his pants for me had given him enough reason to keep me inside the house.

But I wasn’t planning on leaving anyway. Even if I had to, I had the keys.

Once he was gone, I quickly bent down and grabbed them.

There were so many that I wondered if some belonged to his lockers, his office, or even his room at the hospital.

I started trying the keys in his bedroom door.

The fact that he’d kept his bedroom so firmly out of my reach had already piqued my interest.

The moment I heard a key click in the lock, I turned it and opened the door.

To be honest, I was expecting to find some blonde chicks, brunettes, or chocolate-skinned beauties in there.

But there was nothing.

It was just a regular, schmegular bedroom.

"Huh," I grumbled, my shoulders dropping.

That was no good. I needed an excuse to fight with him.

I stepped inside, looked around, tucked my hair behind my ears, and went straight for the first drawer of the dresser.

There were only his hair products, a brush, some skincare products, and sunscreen.

Then, when I looked up, I noticed something odd about the walls.

There were no frames, absolutely nothing hanging on them.

But there were traces where frames had once been, and judging by the number of marks, there must have been many.

Many, many, many frames. I wasn’t talking about a few. They might have covered the entire wall.

But where were they?

When had he taken them down? And if he’d removed them, why hadn’t he fixed the walls afterward?

I turned toward his bedside table and noticed a projector positioned there, facing the ceiling.

I reached over and pressed the play button before continuing my search. All the other drawers were empty.

With a sigh, I finally looked up and had to do a double take.

For a second, I didn’t know what I was thinking. Maybe he’d left some porno playing on the projector?

No.

It was worse.

It was me in the video.

Not just me posing for a camera. I was completely unaware that there even was a camera.

And it didn’t start with the present.

It started with footage from when I was overweight, from before my brother had gone through everything that happened to him.

My heart began pounding harder with every clip.

There were videos of me simply walking, with the camera zooming in on my breasts.

The close-ups were disturbing.

Then the footage shifted to the present, covering the last two years, after everything with my brother had happened.

The level of detail became increasingly frightening.

It looked like my entire life was stored on that projector.

For a few seconds, I couldn’t move a muscle.

Then I headed toward his walk-in closet and began trying the keys with shaky hands.

Finally, one of them worked.

The closet was filled with framed photos of me, each one focusing on a different part of my body.

Even one of my thin pinky fingers had its own separate frame.

He had been stalking me since a time when I hadn’t even realized I was worth watching.

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