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didn’t like.

I left my face out of them for the most part, mainly wanting him to focus on my body.

Once I chose three that I thought were good enough to send Riggs, I added them to his chat and sent them without hesitating or rethinking it.

A smirk appeared on my lips, knowing Riggs would definitely get mad at me for sending him those pics.

But just as much as he’d hate them, he would definitely enjoy looking at them.

I decided to take a quick shower before heading downstairs to help Della set the table, and since I left my phone upstairs, I had no way of knowing if Riggs had seen my pictures already.

I wanted him to text me back.

Maybe send a little tease my way, but the old, grumpy, short-tempered guy he was, the only thing I would probably get from him in return is the confirmation that he saw the pictures thanks to a little blue tick underneath them in our chat.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked, wondering why she only put two plates onto the table.

“Oh, he’s at the country club tonight. Didn’t he tell you?”

“No. What’s he doing there? Is there an event?”

Della shook her head. “He’s just meeting with a few of his friends. He took Riggs with him so he wouldn’t sit around in his house all alone. He’s changed in the past year.”

I wouldn’t know, as we never really interacted much before, but there was one thing I was sure about.

He got my pictures, and the thought of him sitting right next to my father made the whole situation more fun.

He blocked me.

After I sent him those insanely hot pictures of myself almost a week ago, he fucking blocked me.

Not only that, I’ve not seen him ever since he came over for dinner.

I was angry at him.

Why would he block me after what he did to me that night?

I basically had his dick pressed against my face and my hands on it as well, showing him how much I wanted him, and he had the audacity to block me?

If it was me pulling the same shit he pulled, he’d stand at my front door in no time, getting back at me with his short-tempered behavior.

But since it was him who blocked me, and I couldn’t just show up at his house in case he was actually mad at me, I spent the whole week pleasing other men, even made them hurt themselves for pleasure, just to get back at Riggs.

Of course it was stupid, seeing as he had no idea what I did in my free time with all those men, but it felt good imagining him being the guy dripping wax on his chest or making him tie up his balls and dick until it turned blue.

Hell, even poor Frank had to torture himself for me last night, doing something he has never done before just because I imagined it being Riggs.

I made Frank push the end of a round brush into his ass, testing his limits but quickly finding out that after all the pain he endured, he actually enjoyed it.

Now, if only I could get Riggs to do what I told him to.

In just a small gesture, by blocking me, he took control over me again.

I felt defeated at first, thinking that was it for us.

He’s had enough and didn’t wanna mess around with me anymore.

But if it weren’t for him inviting my family to have dinner at his place since his brother was back, I couldn’t stay angry for too long.

I would see him tonight, if he liked it or not, and he could count on me looking like a goddess tonight.

No way I would hold back from now on.

He upset me enough to get me to hate him, and this little game we were playing would soon be won by me.

I walked out of my closet wearing one of the new skirts I bought on Monday, with no underwear on.

A bra was unnecessary as well, as I was lucky enough that my tits held themselves up if the shirt I wore was tight enough.

Dad and Della would definitely tell me to change into something more appropriate for dinner, but this outfit felt good, and it would definitely make Riggs rethink blocking me.

My phone was upright and against my pillow on the bed, with Kennedy on the screen doing homework and waiting for me to show her tonight’s outfit.

“What do you think?” I asked, looking at myself in the tiny rectangle in