“You’ll learn what to do with this one day. Once it’s this size.” He forced my hand around his erection and showed me what to do.
The cunt.
I step back from Brooklyn abruptly, and she spins.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m going to shower.” My gaze circles her face, reminding me why she’s here.
To destroy him.
Not for me to fantasize about a future we can never have.
One I don’t want.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
BROOKLYN
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Travis is a complicated man. Far more than I realized. Every day he shows me new layers I never expected. Waking up with his arms wrapped around me, I can’t help but want to know more about him.
I don’t really know much aside from what I’ve searched online. To be honest, there is very little. Even his social media is locked up tight.
It’s not important. Travis showed me his cards last night, and now I’m crystal clear this is just about sex.
Don’t mistake possession with love, Brook. But I won’t share your pussy. Make sure you understand that.
So why are we at one of the most exclusive resorts in the world? Maybe he just likes luxury. As if he’s going to book us into the Holiday Inn in the Bahamas. It doesn’t mean it’s about me.
Flying on a private jet was amazing. The flight was still long, and after he had a blowjob and I had a delicious risotto, we curled up and slept for a few hours. Then watched a movie before landing.
The whole thing felt far more intimate and romantic than I’d expected, and it’s becoming harder to keep both our rules and reality in check.
At least I know Travis won’t be getting down on one knee and proposing.
I thought about the conversation I had with Detective Ward this week. I’d reached out to Gareth regarding the Taylor story and its victims. He invited me to get a drink later in the afternoon.
Susan had officially filed her complaint with the Los Angeles Police Department via the non-emergency phone number and was receiving the support she needed.
“Is it enough, Gareth?” I asked the detective.
“Her complaint?” he asked, sipping his beer. “Probably not. It depends on the evidence she has. You know this.”
I did.
But I’d met with my lawyer yesterday, and she’d strongly warned against proceeding with this story.
“This isn’t like taking on the city councilors or any of the other causes you’ve done before. These men can be bullies. Nasty.”
“Exactly, Marie, that’s how he’s gotten away with this until now. Everyone knows Hollywood has been rife with sexual abuse.”
The Me-Too movement had blown that apart a few years ago. But it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
“Maybe you’ve done enough. That is, before you have a lawsuit on your hands. If you’ve encouraged a few victims to file reports, let the cops do their thing.”
I needed to know if it was enough.
