Chapter Seven
Jordan
For two long weeks, memories of Natalie and her generous curves haunted me. Both my dreams and my daytime fantasies. I jerked off more than usual. Second guessed my “no” stance on relationships. Talked myself into pursuing Lily’s secretary then talked myself right back out with memories of past heartache slamming my brain.
I didn’t ask Adam about her, but I found myself browsing the fake identity social media accounts I kept to keep in contact with close friends and family back across the pond. The sister Natalie set aside her life for lived a very loud one of her own. Parties, men, and inappropriate selfies—all before the age of eighteen. The girl needed to have her a*s beat with a switch, a good old fashioned s******g to set her head on straight. Hell, a flogger w
