{"id":251413,"date":"2026-07-13T01:15:22","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:15:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/all-for-him-book-2-ray-king-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:15:22","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:15:22","slug":"all-for-him-book-2-ray-king-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/all-for-him-book-2-ray-king-1\/","title":{"rendered":"All For Him Book 2 – Ray King (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She pushed it open before I could reach for the handle. \u201cGot what we need,\u201d I said, holding up the bottles. She nodded but didn\u2019t say anything. I set the supplies down on the sidewalk and studied the windows. The spray paint had dried completely overnight, the red letters stark against the glass.<\/p>\n

Whoever had done this had used cheap paint\u2014it had already started to crack in places where it was thickest. I unscrewed the cap on the first bottle and soaked a rag with the graffiti remover. The sharp chemical smell hit immediately, cutting through the cold air. Starting with the word FILTH, I pressed the rag against the glass and began scrubbing.<\/p>\n

The paint resisted at first, clinging stubbornly to the surface, but after a few passes, it started to dissolve. I worked in small sections, soaking the rag again every few minutes, applying pressure in circular motions until the red began to lift. It was slow work. The paint came off in streaks and smears, leaving residue that required multiple passes to clear completely.<\/p>\n

My shoulder started to ache after the first twenty minutes, but I kept going. Ren came outside at one point, watching silently from the doorway. \u201cHow long is this going to take?\u201d she asked quietly. \u201cA couple of hours, probably,\u201d I said without stopping. \u201cMaybe three.\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t have to do this, you know,\u201d she said. \u201cI know. But I want to.\u201d She didn\u2019t respond, just turned and went back inside. I moved on to the next word\u2014PERVERTS\u2014and repeated the process.<\/p>\n

Soak the rag, scrub, wipe, repeat. The chemical smell clung to my hands and clothes, sharp and persistent. By the time I finished the first window, my arms were burning and the rag was stained dark red. I stepped back, checking my work. The glass was clean. No trace of the paint remained, except for faint shadows where the letters had been thickest. Another pass would take care of those. I grabbed the second bottle and started on the next window.<\/p>\n

The sun climbed higher as I worked, warming the air just enough to make the cold bearable. A few cars passed on the street, slowing down as they went by. People stared, but I ignored them. By noon, I\u2019d finished all three windows. I stood on the sidewalk, arms aching, and inspected the glass. No paint, no residue, no evidence that anything had been written there at all.<\/p>\n

I gathered the empty bottles and the ruined rags, tossing them into a trash bag I\u2019d pulled from the truck. Ren appeared in the doorway again. \u201cIt\u2019s gone.\u201d \u201cYeah.\u201d She looked at the windows for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she met my eyes. \u201cThank you.\u201d \u201cNot done yet,\u201d I said. \u201cI still need to get cameras.\u201d She nodded slowly. \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n

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1kitap1.com\/en I Chapter One pulled my truck into Kara\u2019s driveway just after four o\u2019clock on Saturday afternoon. Nicole sat beside me, one hand on my thigh, the other holding a bottle of wine we\u2019d picked up from the general store. She\u2019d been smiling the whole drive, that particular smile she got when she was genuinely happy about something. Kara had invited us over to show us the interior of her home now that she\u2019d had time to move in the furniture and decorate.<\/p>\n

I cut the engine and looked up at the house. The Victorian stood solid, no longer sagging under the weight of decades of neglect. Bobby and Mike had finished the exterior work last week. The scaffolding was gone. The house looked the way it must have looked in 1892, when Kara\u2019s great- grandfather had built it. It looked like home. We walked up the front path together, Nicole\u2019s hand finding mine.<\/p>\n

The November air was cold enough that our breath misted. The front door opened before we reached the steps. Kara stepped onto the porch, and I felt it\u2014that jolt of attraction that hit me every time I saw her, only stronger now because I knew exactly what it meant. Because I could feel it without guilt, without hesitation, without wondering if it made me a terrible person. She\u2019d dressed up in dark jeans that fit perfectly and a cashmere sweater.<\/p>\n

Her dark hair was down and loose the way I liked it. She wore minimal makeup, but her lips were glossed and her eyes were bright. She looked beautiful. More than that, she looked excited. Almost nervous, the way Nicole had said. Her hands moved to smooth her sweater, then stilled when she caught herself doing it. I walked up the porch steps, Nicole beside me. Kara\u2019s gaze moved over both of us, lingering on me just long enough that I felt the heat of it.<\/p>\n

I stopped in front of her, close enough to touch but not quite touching. I could smell her perfume and it made me think of her naked in my arms. \u201cThe house looks good,\u201d I said. Kara\u2019s smile turned wry. \u201cYou should know. You rebuilt half of it.\u201d \u201cWe rebuilt it,\u201d I corrected.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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