Richard groaned, frustrated. He had sworn himself to stop working at midnight, but not kept up to his promise a single time this entire week. Since his wife died, he hadn't had time to do much for his mental and physical help. He missed working out. It always made him ready to fall asleep the moment his back hit the bed.
These days, there was only one alternative: online porn. He opened a private window and typed in the address of his favorite adult entertainment site. Straight away, his eyes landed on the thumbnail to one of the most viewed videos of the day.
The girl looked so much like the nanny he had hired after his wife died.Sadie was a local college student.
Making her the star in his late night fantasy? It felt wrong and dirty and inappropriate.
And he still clicked on the video.
Even her voice sounded like Sadie's. This was wrong, so wrong. He should never have
"Mr. Floyd?"
Richard looked up, his eyes widening in horror.
There she stood, Sadie. She was leaning against the doorway, playing with her hair.
Richard swallowed. How much did she hear?