NOTAKING
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Chapter 20(STL)
🕑 Added 2025-08-22 18:16:28 +0000 UTCWhat did he find? Well, Travis stumbled upon her accounts on numerous swinger websites—and he really meant numerous. Each profile offered more than enough to satisfy his curiosity.
Not to mention, there was an OnlyFans page that had long since died, leaving behind cached photos and videos, plus other incriminating material scattered across obscure forums. He even found mentions of her daughter, buried in some of the deeper threads.
' Damn… Melonia and Iwanka really are horny sluts, C he thought, smirking as he scrolled through the evidence.
' I mean, I found all this without even trying. They probably don’t even know how much of this is still up. And… Melonia’s 51? Not surprising, honestly.'
Travis quickly saved everything, dragging files into a neatly organized folder, then buried a copy deep in his computer where it would be nearly impossible for anyone to stumble upon.
The process left him with a rush of power and a wicked sense of satisfaction. Leaning back in his chair, he couldn’t help but laugh quietly, the sound bouncing softly off the walls of his room.
Then, a sudden thought struck him—his father had left money in the boat by the treehouse.
" How did I forget something that important? " he muttered to himself, sitting upright with renewed energy.
Determination set in as he plotted his next move, a smirk forming as he imagined reaching the stash.
He began searching for investment brokers, scrolling through pages of apps and reviews. After carefully reading ratings and user feedback, he found a trustworthy one and downloaded it. The installation felt smooth, almost instant, and he logged in with a sense of anticipation.
After that, Travis looked up companies with rising profits. He picked Apple and Amazon. Amazon was pretty self-explanatory; the company made money every single day, its operations relentless and consistent. With Apple, they were about to release a new phone, so he knew he would profit from the hype and early buyers.
He transferred all his money into both companies, watching the confirmation screen with satisfaction. Once that was done, Travis changed his clothes, but before doing so, he exercised for thirty minutes, running through push-ups, sit-ups, and light cardio to clear his mind and shake off the day’s tension. The burn in his muscles felt good, like a reset. Afterward, he took a hot shower, letting the water wash over him, and then got dressed in fresh clothes.
"Travis, dinner is ready!" Debbie called out, her voice carrying from downstairs.
He went downstairs and enjoyed a hearty meal, savoring each bite. Afterward, he stepped outside, inhaling the crisp evening air, and gazed at the tall treehouse, a nostalgic smile creeping onto his face. He leaped over the wall and walked toward it.
'This place has many memories. Well, enough of that,' he thought as he approached the treehouse, the wooden boards creaking slightly under his weight.
He reached the boat and carefully removed the wood covering it. Inside, he spotted a black bag. Unzipping it, his eyes widened in shock as he saw hundreds of thousands of dollars packed tightly within.
'This is more money than I could ever need,' he thought, exhilaration coursing through him, making his pulse race.
But he knew he had to come up with a plan to transfer all this cash. Grabbing the bag, he sprinted back to the house, moving quickly and silently, carefully sneaking past Debbie and Jenny. Once in his room, he locked the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet space.
"This is stressful. Where should I hide this? The closet? Yeah, that’s a good place," he decided, pacing briefly as he considered his options.
He took the money out of the bag and began counting it meticulously. After five minutes of intense focus, the total amount stunned him.
'Five hundred thousand! What the hell! This is way too much. I’m never going to be broke again,' he thought happily, a wide grin spreading across his face.
He quickly stashed the money in various spots around his closet, sliding some under the bed and tucking others into hidden corners. While doing so, he noticed Jenny's panties tucked under the mattress, making him frown.
' I should return this,' he thought, deciding to be the bigger person.
He left his room and knocked on Jenny's door. When she opened it, he tossed the panties onto her head.
"You forgot these," he said casually, then returned to his room and locked the door. Jenny stood there, fuming, wanting to shout but ultimately holding back, her jaw tight with frustration.
'Okay, I think I should wait for the money I invested. After that, I’ll probably buy some shares from the bank in this town, which will make them angry, but I'll go incognito. When that happens, I’ll set up a private account. The cash I have now will be my liquid funds for emergencies,' he thought, mapping out his next moves.
With a plan taking shape, Travis laid back on his bed, letting his mind drift as the weight of the day and his new fortune settled over him. Slowly, his eyes closed, and he fell into a deep, contented sleep.
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On the very next morning, Travis, our main character, woke up feeling lighter than air. His mind buzzed with excitement—he was practically as rich as one could be at his age, and the possibilities seemed endless.
Sitting up slowly on the edge of the bed, he let his eyes rest on the golden sunlight spilling through his window. It painted his room in warm hues, making even the dust motes dancing in the air seem like tiny sparks of treasure. He stretched his arms wide, his chest swelling with both pride and ambition.
But as soon as he stood, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him. His knees buckled and he collapsed back onto the mattress. For a moment, his vision swam, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, with a deep breath, he steadied himself, muttering, “Get it together, Travis. Too much to look forward to.”
Determined not to let it slow him down, he dropped to the floor and began his morning workout routine. Push-ups first, then sit-ups—his muscles flexing and straining with each movement.
Sweat beaded across his forehead, dripping down his neck, but the thought of his growing wealth pushed him onward. This is just the beginning, he told himself with each rep. Soon I’ll have more than anyone could imagine.
When his arms finally trembled with exhaustion, he pushed himself upright and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. His body was drenched in sweat, and the sticky feeling made him crave a hot shower. Grabbing his toiletry bag, he padded down the hallway.
That’s when he noticed it.
The bathroom door was slightly ajar, steam curling lazily through the crack and spilling into the hall. Travis froze mid-step, the corner of his mouth twitching into a sly grin.
' Well, well… what do we have here? '
Moving quietly, he leaned closer and pressed his fingers gently against the door, nudging it open just enough to peek inside.
The steamy haze revealed a sight that rooted him in place. Jenny stood beneath the shower’s spray, water cascading down her body in smooth, shimmering trails. Her pale skin glistened as soap slid along her curves, outlining the swell of her breasts before dripping off the hardened peaks of her nipples.
Her chestnut hair clung wetly to her shoulders and back, strands plastered against the faint blush of her cheeks. Every slow rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic, the motion drawing his eyes again and again to her breasts—round, full, and beaded with droplets that teased at the pink tips.
The steam only made her look more irresistible, her figure blurred yet accentuated in the glow of the morning light filtering through the frosted glass. Each droplet that traced down her toned stomach before disappearing between her thighs made it harder for him to look away.
Travis’s gaze lingered, his breath caught in his throat.
‘Even though she’s a bitch,’ he thought darkly, ‘she’s one hell of a good-looking bitch.’
Jenny tilted her head back, running her hands slowly through her wet hair, the water flowing down like liquid silver around her. Each subtle movement—her arms stretching, her fingers trailing across her skin—only added to her allure.
But then, without warning, her eyes snapped open. For a split second, confusion flickered across her face—then fury ignited. Her gaze locked onto the crack in the door, straight into Travis’s guilty stare.
“You fucker!” she screamed, her voice cutting through the roar of the water.
She lunged forward, yanking the shower curtain aside as steam billowed out around her. Her bare feet hit the tiles with a wet slap—but in her rush, she slipped.
Her body pitched backward, arms flailing, the sound of her foot skidding across the slick floor echoing through the bathroom.
Travis’s eyes widened.
Was Jenny about to crack her skull open? Find out next time!
TO BE CONTINUED…
