5: Tristan.
No. It couldn’t be Lia.
I must be seeing things.
I rub my eyes vigorously with the back of my arm and peer at
the screen again to make sure I’m not hallucinating. But there it
is, Lia’s pictures; poignant, gorgeous, tempting, and so…
revealing.
In one, she’s wearing a light–blue, sheen–like bikini, lying on her
side, her left arm resting on her hip as she shoots the camera
that bold, flirtatious smile of hers I know so well. She’s listed in
the FEATURED section – the first on the fucking list. No surprise
there. She is outrageously beautiful with bedroom eyes that
speak of higher intelligence and a terse smartness. Those lithe
thighs and glossy lips would make men lose control of their
third legs in a heartbeat. She has that much appeal.
Now that I think about it, who else has access to this website?
Thousands of men? Millions, perhaps? Every single one of them
would click on her, including me. I have no choice, and I’m so
bored. I tell myself I’m just browsing through her profile,
gathering information in order to put a stop to this nonsense. I
tell myself I’m merely looking out for her, but hell, these photos
5: Tristan,
of her frolicking on the beach, looking like a sculptured goddess.
with the sun reflecting off her porcelain skin like that give me
the hard–on of my existence.
Somehow, I manage to drag my gaze away from the last photo
which is of her wet, dripping buns, and read the actual bio.
Hey there! Couldn’t resist clicking on my pictures, I guess?
*Wink wink*. I’m Lia. I’m just a normal, college girl searching for
financial support in exchange for a private, relaxing, fun–filled
time with you….
I snap the laptop close, not bothering to read the rest.
What the actual fuck? Does she need financial support?
Her father is a COO of a lucrative hedge fund. As close friends,
since I could remember, we toiled, sweated, and gave our all to
come up the ranks together. I’ve been to his home countless
times for visits and dinners. Lia’s family is well–to–do and
financially stable. That’s even an understatement – they’re
wealthy. It makes no sense that she would be in need of money.
None at all.
Was she lying? Why would she lie about such a thing in the first
place?
Well, this ends now. I’ve had it up to my throat. I know I should
- Tristan.

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