Chapter 12. Game On

Tyler

A sudden dryness gripped my throat as I gazed at the image, gently taking the phone from Chloe’s hand. Despite her considerable efforts, nothing she showed me managed to turn me on as this single innocent snapshot of the woman did.

She was… breathtaking—no other word could suffice—it was the perfect fit.

I observed as the luscious dark brown locks of her hair cascaded over her shoulder. She sat comfortably on the sofa, absorbed in her phone, the ash-colored shorts barely concealing her creamy thighs. Her slender neck and eyes, though not clearly visible in the image, hinted at a possible hazel hue, completing the portrait of her beauty.

This picture was so fucking simple yet everything, literally everything about her was too fucking perfect.

Damn, the realization that Jacob Adriano had acquired yet another invaluable gem that I hadn’t even laid eyes on until now, cut deep.

I wanted her…

“What was her name again?” I inquired of C