Page 4 of Dirty Pleasures


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Soon no one would notice.

I made it to the door and inch by inch opened it.

Adventure time and—

Boris sat outside of the door. His hair had grown more on his head, and he even had a beard.

My body flooded with heat.

Cutie pie is back? When did that happen?

Boris’s deep voice flowed to me. “Do you need anything, Emily?”

Don’t speak. He’ll know.

I closed the door an inch, shielding half of my face. While I had been practicing to trick people, there were still others that could never be fooled.

Boris quirked his brows. “Emily?”

I focused on keeping my voice steady. “No need.”

Still looking unconvinced, he rose from the chair and studied me.

No. No. End this.

“Good morning. Everything. . .is okay.” I shut the door, wobbled across the room, hurried back to bed, and covered the blanket over me.

A minute later, I heard the door squeak open. Boris must have wanted to double check.

He knows. He knows. He knows.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to disappear.

Don’t tell, Boris. Be my cutie pie.

Silence came for a little while, and then the door shut.

I let out a long sigh of relief and tried to rummage through Emily’s thoughts. They were never in a proper order, just all over the place.

I saw people dancing and Kazimir on a stage playing a guitar.

What?

Closing my eyes, I searched some more and spotted tons of memories of women taking their breasts out. Big breasts. Small breasts. Sagging and pointy. All colors.

No. No. What is this? I don’t understand.

I shoved out those memories and opened my eyes.

This is going to be no fun at all.

Putting Boris or even Max by the door was the same as Emily sleeping in the cell.

There was never a possibility to escape.

Bored, I considered leaving, but then Kazimir rolled onto his stomach. The sheet slipped away, showing his muscular booty.

I giggled and then covered my mouth with both hands.

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