Fame Building System

Chapter 74

I wasn’t usually a sadist, but Jesus, it was kind of hot. A reluctant rush of heat ran to my groin.

Talking about sadists, my gaze found my cousin Lorenzo a couple seats down. He was staring at the girl like it was his job. And not any job I’d given him—because he was good at turning those to shit—but like a vocation or something. You’d never know looking at

the man nor talking to him, but the bastard had an inclination for S&M. Knowing that and watching him stare at Mira Abelli, a sliver of irritation ran through me.

She probably liked it sweet and vanilla.

Probably preferred the man to get on his knees and beg a bit.

Lorenzo would.

I’d rather shut my dick in a car door.

She’d glared at me at church today, and I’d wondered what the Sweet Abelli could have against me. I’d known the nickname before I even met the girl. It was an innocent pet name that became well-known—well, among men—because not only was she sweet, she had the sweetest body around.

I’d heard more about this girl’s ass