The Games We Play Vol. 2 (Riley Grayson) - Plot & Excerpts
It wasn’t unusual for him to lose track of time but he’d never gone this long without stopping for a break. He rubbed the back of his arm across his forehead and stepped back to admire his work. A frown tugged at his lips. He’d painted Ali. It was the vision he’d had of her at the party when he first saw her. She’d been standing at the table with her friend and Jackson. But Riley had only included Ali in the image, not the other two. It drove him insane how she was invading his mind, his thoughts, his subconscious, and he was going to have to admit, it was a bit creepy of him to paint her. He barely even knew who she was. Normally, after a night of sex like that he’d go on his way, happy with himself for pleasing yet another woman—in this case, two women—and not think too much about it. But Ali was under his skin in the most beautiful and pure way possible. Turning off the music, he grabbed his leather jacket and headed out.
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