Long Shot 🌶

POV: Adrian

Cameron ran back to the states with 16.5 million and I stayed behind to oversee the transition process of the resort. This would give me time to scope out Cooper’s office to figure out where the hell he was. This was too important to leave, Leah would have to wait.

Between the management and human resources team, the transition was going smooth. The legitimate side of the Daybreak Empire was impressive. It started to pain me that over 75,000 people were going to lose their jobs to bring down the 2,000 criminal low lifes.

Sitting in my office, I started to ponder if it were really worth it to hurt so many families. What the fuck was I thinking, was it worth it? Of course, it was. If we let criminals get away with it, then what would be the fucking point of the justice system.

I worked my life away to bring justice to those who deserve it. Hell, my father died trying to fight this battle. I was starting to get soft and that was a weakness I couldn’t afford.

Grabbing glass of bourbon, I took a shot and got to work.

The data from the surveillance chip in Cooper’s office was clean, there were no flight manifests for the private jet, and his assistant hadn’t heard from him. I was running out of places to look and stones to throw.

I needed a fucking clue, someone to slip up. A man like Copper doesn’t just go missing without repercussions to his criminal empire. If I didn’t find him and soon, I foresaw a lot of angry henchmen storming the office looking for payments and products.

There was something that I was missing.

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POV: Leah

I have noticed that my sexual appetite could only be suppressed for a few days at a time. Here it was Friday, and I was ready to go again. Lucky for me, Cameron was coming back to the city and planned on taking me away for the weekend.

My mind ran wild with ideas of where we were going. As a travel blogger, I am sure he has seen the world. I thoroughly enjoy seeing the world with him especially because it was always a pleasurable experience, but I hoped I wasn’t a complete bore.

Work wrapped up early today, so I was able to cut out shortly after lunch. This gave me a few hours to get ready before I met Cameron at the café where we met. It was very romantic, and I enjoyed that about him.

“Hey where are you headed to in a hurry?”, Jared caught me as I was leaving.

“Oh, I am going away for the weekend, but I will be back Sunday night.”, I smiled.

“Be safe and call me if you need anything.”, I was liking this new emotionally available Jared.

“I will!”, I kissed him on the cheek as my leg popped.

It was obvious that I had a pep in my step today. The trip to Canada didn’t turn out as Cam had planned, but he assured me that it wouldn’t be like that again. And I believed him because I had three very attractive men of my own watching out for me.

I sent him a quick text as I waited for a cab, “What should I pack?”.

“Something comfortable, something warm, something sexy. Definitely something sexy”, he replied with a winking emoji.

“I can do that!”, I sent a kissing emoji.

Well, this means that I needed to stop by and see Jenny. She always picked out the best outfits and was more than capable for planning for any situation or location.

Jenny met me at the café to catch up and talk about my trip. She was well traveled, so this was her time to shine. It helped that she supported me being with three men, so I was able to be myself around her.

I had no clue where to start with packing, so she taught me the basics. Since it was just a weekend getaway, I only needed to pack 10 staple pieces and use her method to mix and match them for any occasion.

The items we decided on were a coat, brown riding boots, black ankle booties, crème clutch, classy skinny jeans, black pencil skirt, black leggings, grey cowl neck sweater, nude long sleeve tunic, and of course lingerie.

It was the perfect amount to fit in my carry on. I could always throw my makeup in my purse. And Jenny told me to just wear minimal accessories when I travel that will match each outfit I could put together. She really had me prepared for any occasion.

The skirt could be worn with the sweater tucked in one side with the riding boots, if we did something that required dressing up. The tunic and leggings provided a great casual lounge outfit and paired well with the booties. The jeans and sweater would look cute for a day date, either boot would complement the outfit.

She didn’t need to explain when to wear the lingerie. I will wear it every day if it means he will keep me busy in bed. However, I planned to wear some of the lingerie I have under each outfit.

We parted ways so that I could take her advice and start packing.

Feeling a little heated I decided to try on all of my lingerie and get some help from my other two lovers picking which was sure to set the mood. I had three of my favorites picked out, so it was really just narrowing down which one to wear under my travel outfit.

The first set was a white two-piece set. It consisted of a balconette style top and a v-string bottom. It was delicate, lacy, and giving off wedding night vibes. It was one of my top three because it complimented my skin tone and made me look sexually innocent.

After I put it on, I sat on my knees in front of my wall mirror at a 45-degree angle. I wanted to be as sexual as I could while radiating sexual power. I put one arm behind me with my hand on the floor and then lifted off my knees, pushing my hips toward the ceiling.

This pose exposed my curves in this milky white set. For dramatic effect, I bit my bottom lip. Then I sent this mirror selfie to Jared and Adrian.

The next piece was a pale blue baby doll nightie with a matching thong. It was mostly mesh, but it has peek-a-boo lace cut outs all over it to leave little to the imagination. The vibe this piece gave off was calm, like I want to be slow and steady with my pleasure.

I stood in the bathroom doorway for this photo. Leaning to the side with my arm in the air, I pushed my hips to the other side to create an S shape with my body. Crossing one leg in front of the other, accentuated my hourglass figure and lengthened my short torso.

Holding the phone in front of my face angled down this time, I wanted them to see the whole outfit. It was a dainty and sensitive pose that screamed be gentle with me. Hiding my face and letting my body work seduction magic.

The last piece was a statement piece. It was a vivid red strapless body suit made of patent leather. It looked wet in all lights and was slip resistant. The cups were underwire to give my larger breasts support, but the lining was silky smooth.

I went back to the floor for this photo. Sitting on my knees centered with the mirror, I spread my knees as wide as I could. Holding the phone up with one hand, I took the other and grabbed my neck. Before taking the selfie, I tilted my head all the way back.

This was a powerhouse pose in an authoritarian lingerie set. It radiated fuck me now and don’t hold back. This had to be my favorite *come fuck me and make it hurt* outfit.

Now I just needed to wait for their response before getting dressed. Hopefully it would be a photo response showing off physical proof that these outfits were stimulating. Here’s to hoping I can keep it together until Cam and I are alone.

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POV: Adrian

Turning over every piece of furniture in Cooper’s office, I was searching for anything. I pulled every book off of the shelf and tore through them. There had to be a clue somewhere.

My mind kept going back to Monica and all of her lies. I caught her coming out of Cooper’s office a few weeks ago, that was the same day that she drugged me. It was a growing suspicion since I hadn’t a clue where she ran off too after closing the deal.

Wanting any evidence to connect the two, I decided I needed to go through her office next.

“Hendrix, get eyes on Monica. I need to know her whereabouts.”, I text him, hoping he could pull information.

Needing to clean up the mess that had been made, I started picking up books from the floor. Crawling around on my hands and knees to pull everything in and reaching under the desk to grab a book. I hit my head and was poked by something sharp while trying to get back up.

Instinctually reaching for the spot I had hit, I rubbed it and then looked for whatever was sharp that had poked me. That’s when I noticed a bloody handprint, the clue I had been missing for the last two days.

Looking as if someone had cleaned up the blood surrounding the desk but missed this spot. I pulled out my phone and took a photo, hopefully Hendrix could pull a print from the photo.

“Also, see if we can’t get a print on this. I will get a sample to the lab overnighted.”, hoping this is all I needed.

“On it boss.”, he replied.

It was a long shot, but I needed evidence to follow.

-To be continued- 
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