At night as we cuddle, I couldn't help but think of Cynric from our last encounter. He's deleted eight of our photos to date. I've slept with him for that count to tally. I sigh and roll away from Nick's half naked body. I want to get my mind off of Cynric.

Just then, as if on cue, Cynric's message pops up on my phone.

My eyes widen. His bodyguard must've told him about our encounter last evening. After reading his message, I get the feeling as though he's suggesting that we meet. Soon after, my assumption turns true as I grunt under my breath.

Does it have to be all the way there? The last floor of this hotel? Should I just make up a lie that I'm not feeling well? Or that I'm too sleepy to even walk myself out of 'my' room?

Both of them are white lies. In the past, I've noticed that Cynric likes to make a guess about my situation, and it always seems to be right. He'd tell me what I was doing exactly at that moment. If I'm at my desk, studying with Nick or Dane, Cynric would guess I'm having 'a study session with your brothers'. And if I'm engaged in campus projects, he'd guess about that as well.

I can't help but think if he's still stalking me. If so, that's creepy as hell and our deal isn't fair. I want to confront him, but that's going to plant the seed of suspicion in him as well. He'll only try to defend himself and hide his presence even further while still stalking me.

A shudder rushes down my spine at that thought. I was fully prepared to have stalkers inviting themselves to my doorstep. But for my first stalker to be Cynric, a billionaire's heir...that's a whole different level of stalker magnetism.

Quickly typing my answer, I sit on the bed while the cold AC breeze brushes past my mildly-dressed self. Part of my irritation stems from the warmth of the blanket absent around me.

In a few minutes, with nothing but a hoodie and a loose pant, I knock on the door labelled 818. The brilliant face of Cynric greets me with an astonishing smile. I gulp the unsettling lump formed in my throat. This is so awkward. While I'm nowhere interested in having sex with him, I feel pride and ego being boosted each time he is done with me. I'll iterate why again: because the men I've slept with to date, mostly my adopted brothers, have never given me such a reaction. Finishing under three minutes, his whole body grew stiff with pleasure coursing through his vessels followed by exhaustion.

It seems as if...Cynric is the only one who 'enjoys' me to the fullest.

That's why...every time he opens the door to invite me in, he has a victorious smile on his face.

As he closes the door, his hand still holding mine delicately as if I'm his doll, I blurt out,

"Are you some kind of a sex addict?"
I admit. That came out of the blue. But it's midnight and my mind is never sane past 11 pm.

"I don't know about that," Cynric, instead of getting angry at me, replies with the same smile. However, his eyes glide down to notice my perked-up nipples caused by the iciness of his hotel room.

"But I'm definitely addicted to you, Amy. You make me feel so...wanted." My eyebrows crush together. He turns me around as we face the mirror. Standing in front of it, he sneaks his cold hands into my hoodie from the front. I feel goosebumps itch my skin upon his cold fingertips making contact with the sensitive skin on my tummy. Soon, he grabs both my modest-sized chest pieces and squeezes them gently.

"Fucking hell, Amy..." He groans in my ear, I feel the tingle in my core. It turns me on, the sounds that a male makes when he's aroused.

Slowly, Cynric advances and presses his hard-on against my ass. I feel the poke, he's gently rubbing it over my ass cheek as well. At this point, I've already created a wet spot on my panty.

"Your chest grew, Amy." He says, I widen my eyes. That sounded a tad bit creepy, but I can tell that my twins have grown a little, too. Not significantly, but because of the change in my bodily cycle, perhaps.

"Fuck me already..." I beg, having had enough of the teasing. Can't he feel how hot my skin has grown? I'm aroused. I need him inside me. This is exactly what it's like to be on 'heat'.

Wordlessly, Cynric gently turns me around and presses a rather chaste kiss on my lips. There was no force, no overflowing passion. Just a simple, adoring kiss on my lips.

Parting away, he is still smiling like a fool. Accidentally, I smile back at him!

Catching me tweaking like that, he breaks into a chuckle and gently tugs me with him. He falls on the bed, and I fall on top of him.

"Why the fuck are you so happy today?" I ask, trying to roll away from him but that wasn't quite happening. That's because his arms hold me close to himself.

"I'm not sure either." Saying, he finally lets me roll as he is now positioned on top of me. We get undressed, get under the covers, and get down to business.

My body bounces gently under him with his thrusts. Each thrust timed perfectly after the previous. I can feel the coil of pleasure in me twisting deeper and deeper, and deeper.

This time, Cynric doesn't even last for two minutes as he explodes all inside me. I watch with amusement, holding his arms while he struggles to keep his balance. His face is twisted with pleasure; his body is quite literally trying to get all the high that it wants.

And that's our ninth time sleeping together. The ninth photo is yet to be deleted; I believe it's the last one.

Finally...

But...