Tristan Michelson
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I was f****d.
I’d been hoping Nicole would be a different person from the masked woman, but it had been a long time since anything went my way.
Now that I knew that she was the same person, I couldn’t unsee it. I was imagining her in that outfit from the penthouse, only this time, her mask was off.
She didn’t seem like she stripped regularly. Was it a one-time thing? Or did she only quit after she graduated? I had so many questions, but I couldn’t ask her, not yet. I didn’t want her to run away.
I had to force myself to stop thinking about her to fall asleep, and even after I slept off, I dreamt of the night I first met her. I didn’t know what was so special about her that intrigued me. Maybe it was the anonymity at first, but now that I knew who she was, what e
