The apartment door closed behind me with an echoing thud. Three whole weeks, I thought excitedly, as I eyed up the expensive looking paintings hanging in the large hallway which stretched out before me. I didn't recognise a single one, which meant the Jacksons had probably paid a fortune for them. I pushed my butt off the door, dropped my suitcase, and happy-danced my way down the hallway towards the huge kitchen. Everyth...

I froze, then slowly closed my eyes and counted to three. Please please please... I creaked one back open. Nope. He still stood there, grinning that familiar smug grin. Shit. Literally caught wet-handed. How was one supposed to react in such a situation? Why was he still so goddam cute? Jesus, Angela, get your mind out your panties. My limbs stayed frozen as he walked slowly towards me. Stalked might have been a better wo...

My brain was still in orgasm overload. This new development threatened to shut it down. Dan was here. Dan of the tight body, enticing tattoos and talented cock. Dan who’d fucked me every way it was possible to be fucked, who’d taken my anal virginity and who I’d dumped by text. That Dan. Oh fucking hell. Mal held on to me as Dan sauntered closer. I’m not sure if he was worried I would just wander off. He was obviously cre...