KESTER.
I stood by my table and stared blankly into the laptop, watching her prepare for work as though I hadn't watched her sleep all night.
With Kasmine, it was never enough. She was too beautiful a sight to ignore. Too f*****g intoxicating. The kind of beauty that made my c**k hard every time I laid eyes on her.
She went about her usual morning routine – styling her wavy, luscious brown hair, humming softly under her breath, singing along to whatever song played from the speakers, completely unaware of how f*****g hypnotic she was.
Then came the part that always made my lips twitch with satisfaction.
She moved to her wardrobe, rummaging through her clothes – my clothes – and picked out one of the sexy skirts and blouses I had gotten for her.
She didn't know what I had done. She ha
