Dexter I’m mildly relieved that Red has agreed to come with me.However, I’m torn between feeling glad that about having successfully convinced her to come with me and feeling angry that I’m here in the first place. I shouldn’t be here. I should be heading home, especially after my last encounter with Mr. King. He clearly wasn’t happy about the way I was treating his daughter and he was right. I was an asshole. Being here with the woman that I shouldn’t be running from and that started all of this to begin with is a big mistake. I’m taking this too far, and who knows where it’s going to end?“The reason why I wanted to talk to you is because I have an offer for you,” I say. “I still want you to be my spy. However, I won’t be able to come to the club anymore. Or rather, not always.” She appears pensive when I make my offer. I add, “Nothing changes. Not the pay or the nature of our interactions. The only thing that will change is where we’re going to meet. Which will be in a locatio

Lara "I know who you are," Juliana says.For obvious reasons, this is like a punch to my throat because my mind starts imagining wild scenarios. A few seconds later, I tell myself that I probably have it all wrong. She can't know the truth of who I am. How is that possible?So, I tell her, "I don't know what you're talking about."Juliana takes a step toward me, her eyes narrowed. "When I first saw you, I knew that I recognized you but I didn't know from where. It was only when they said your name that I became suspicious. And so, I asked a few of my clients to do some research on who I thought you were, and now I have my answer."I'm stone cold. My heart is slamming against my chest but I don't want to get ahead of myself. I don't want to assume the worst so readily. Juliana tilts her head. She has this expression on her face like she's mocking my anguish. "What, you don't believe me? You don't think that I know who you are, Lara?"I still don't say a word. I'm hoping and praying t

LaraI haven't been able to sleep a wink all night. I can't stop thinking about that bitch Juliana and how much I want to fucking kill her. I'm so filled with rage right now. How could I have guessed that someone here would know who I am?My city is miles away from here. I can't stop chewing my lip. Because I didn't sleep, my eyes feel gritty and I feel uncomfortable overall. It's a strange feeling that doesn't go away with anything. How am I supposed to get myself out of this situation?Ten thousand dollars? She's crazy. I have that money, but it's literally all I have and I'm saving it. And even if I weren't, there's no way in hell that I'd give her that money. I don't care. It's all I have. This isn’t something that I feel is worth handing out all my money for. What’s my father or even Vince going to do to me?What can be worse than what they’ve already done?It’s either I ride this out or I run. There’s no other option because I’m not giving her the money. I can’t reach Ambros

DexterAs I leave Red’s apartment and get in my car, I ask myself what the fuck I’m doing. When I woke up earlier today, I told myself that I would try to put her behind me, but that’s only because of the dream I had of her. In my dream, I was in the strip chub and she was dancing for me. Goddess, she looked so fucking sexy in a black babydoll. Her eyes were lined with black and popped out of her face. I wanted her so badly but I couldn’t touch her. I felt myself getting harder and harder, and when I looked down, my cock was pointing at the fucking ceiling and I was completely naked. My hands were bound to the chair I was seated on, and all the while, she twirled around and around the pole, still dressed. “Having fun?” she asked in a seductive voice. I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t even sure if I had a tongue in my mouth. Then, slowly, she began stripping. She took off her babydoll and was left in a thong that was a sharp contrast against her creamy skin. I wanted to take that thong

DexterThis reminds me of my dream. Only a few things are different, but it’s pretty much the same scene. I tell her to walk toward me. I see the hesitation in her eyes and to be honest, it fucking kills me. I wanted her to want this as much as I did. I would’ve probably lost my mind if she wanted to fuck me, too. But I guess I’m not paying her to have a change of heart. Once she’s standing in front of me, I put the champagne glass on top of the nightstand next to the bed. Her tits are right before my eyes. Her nipples are rosy and yet they’re not hard yet. That’s about to change. I place my hands on her slender waist and kiss the swell of her breast, right under her nipple. Red sucks in a breath through her teeth and that gives me so much fucking satisfaction. Knowing that she’s into this makes this better for me. I dart my tongue out and draw a circle around her pebbled nipple. I watch her face. She tries to keep her face straight; tries and fails, I should mention. She goes rigi