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That can’t happen again. That can’t ever happen again.

That moment of weakness almost cost me everything. The one thing I’ve been working toward since my parents... The only thing I’ve looked forward to. It’s so close, my plan of revenge, and I nearly blew it because of how perfect her pussy was.

I hate myself for being weak, but what I hate more is that a part of me doesn’t hate briar like I used to.

It was easier before I met her. I was able to create a false, vile identity for her, and replace her face with her father’s.

But now that I know her, and intimately, I realize that maybe if she weren’t her father’s daughter, then we might have had a chance.

She’s bratty, but she has a soft heart, and I reluctantly admit that I like that.

I realize it may be unfair to punish Briar for her father’s selfish actions, but the world isn’t fair, and I certainly know that from experience.

It also hasn’t escaped me that she doesn’t know who I really am, and that further makes my point. How can she not know who I am? Her father ruined my fucking life. I watched her cry in the courtroom after the guilty verdict.

I knew the moment that I saw him take her hands and hold them as her eyes filled with tears that her future was going to be mine to decide.

As I was bounced from foster home to group home, then kicked out of the system at eighteen with fuck all but the clothes on my back, I contemplated over what I would do with her the entire time, but I knew I had to make something of myself before I could act.

Then I laid in wait and when the perfect moment presented itself, I pounced.

But now I’m screwed. Now I’m second guessing my plans, thinking that maybe Briar would be better with me, that maybe I would be better with her.

I can’t think this way.

My foot halts midair, and I turn around to stomp back down the stairs. Carpet meets my boot on the second floor and I push through her door without knocking; the sound of water running leads me to the bathroom and I follow it.

I abruptly stop at the doorway, halted with raging lust racing through my veins and ripping through my skin. It’s painful how deeply I crave her.

Briar runs her fingers through her wet hair as her head hangs backward and water trails down her bare skin and drips from the ends of her hair and onto the stone floor.

Her hair covers her back, but her little, round ass sways and she shifts her weight from side to side.

Dragging my hand down my face, I back away from the sight of Briar in the shower and leave her room.

My thoughts torment me as I descend the stairs and push open my office door. The hate for her and her father are starting to blur into something else; it has for a while now. She’s slowly been breaking me down until I gave in to her tonight, and now that I’ve tasted her, it’s all I can think about.

But I promised I would make her pay.

So I close the door to my office behind me and do the only thing left that I can.