I dive deeper into his company, needing to confirm that Raiden truly isn’t who he says he is. It takes hours of recon, but I can finally say with confidence that, while it exists on paper with a legal trading name, IV Global doesn’t really exist.
No real employees. No products or services. No steady stream of income.
So what the fuck is IV Global, and why the hell do I think it has everything to do with Raiden Kane?
As my search continues, I hear the sound of the shower coming on from next door, and my head snaps up from my laptop, realizing this could be my one shot to truly figure out who the hell he is. Because let’s be honest, the idea that he’s just like me doesn’t sit well. Besides, what are the chances that another assassin moved directly into the apartment beside mine and became the bane of my existence? That shit just doesn’t happen.
There has to be another explanation for who he is, and I intendto figure it out.
The ceiling space is not an option with the hatch access into his apartment being in the bathroom, so I take a page out of his book and step out onto my fire escape before making my way over to Raiden’s bedroom window and peering in.
It’s just as bland as I remember, with his unmade bed and lack of styling.
I roll my eyes. Why do men have to be like this? It’s completely acceptable if they were to put just a little bit of effort into their home, but apparently Raiden is content with living out of his moving boxes. I suppose he’ll eventually use everything and find spots for them, but knowing this disaster is only one wall away is going to drive me crazy.
Taking hold of the window frame, I slowly inch it open just enough for my body to slip through before silently stepping into his bedroom and closing the window behind me.
I hear him in the shower and, confident that he’ll probably be in there for a while playing with his dick like most guys do, I start to look around. Only before I get a chance to even peek in his bedside drawer, the water cuts off, and I listen as he steps out of the shower, grabbing his towel from the rack.
“What the actual fuck?” I breathe, panic tearing at my chest.
I don’t even feel this panicked when a job goes wrong. Hell, I don’t get panicked at all, but at the slight chance that Raiden Kane is about to catch me in his bedroom, I’m a fucking mess.
I’m frantically searching for a fast escape when I hear him turn offthe bathroom light and start walking this way. I do the only thing I can possibly do and dive headfirst into one of the many oversized moving boxes, scrambling to close it before I’m caught red-handed.
CHAPTER 14
RAIDEN
Stepping out of the bathroom, I pull my towel around my waist as water drips off my body, and the moment I step into my bedroom to dress, I come to a screeching halt, a wide grin stretching across my face as I inhale deeply and take in that unmistakable scent that’s all Kiara.
That feisty little firecracker is in here, and there’s not a fucking doubt in my mind.
I smother a laugh, assuming she’s either under the bed or hidden within the mess otherwise known as my closet.
I can see exactly how this would have played out. She would have been at home, getting just as suspicious of me as I am of her, and the moment she heard the shower, she would have thought it was her shot to look a little deeper. Don’t get me wrong, I know she’s already beenin here. I was out cold for thirty-six hours on my bedroom floor, with nothing but my flopped cock to keep me warm. I’m sure she would have been over here in a heartbeat, trying to figure me out. But now it’s different. Now she has a reason to really look, and not just for the surface-level shit. She’s trying to figure out who the fuck I am, just as I want to do the same with her.
Only problem is, she wouldn’t have anticipated just how quick my shower was going to be, and that would have put one hell of a wrench in her grand plan, leaving her only one escape—to hide.
As I walk deeper into my bedroom, I realize there are two ways I can play this. I can either call her on her shit, or I can make this as uncomfortable as humanly possible. And shit, that sounds like an opportunity I couldn’t possibly pass up.
Making my way around my room, my gaze cuts to the shadows along the underside of my bed, and with nothing out of place, I shift my stare to the open closet before discreetly walking by it and determining that she’s not in there either. Leaving only one space in this bedroom for her to hide.
The fucking moving boxes in the corner of the room.
Another grin cuts across my face, and I turn away, knowing that she would have found a way to have eyes on me from within her little box, and I want that sassy spitfire to think that she’s got the upper hand.
After dimming the lights and pulling my curtains closed, I line myself up perfectly with the boxes before losing my towel. The softestgasp known to humankind hits me right in the ego. Trying to keep a straight face, I turn on some light music, and with that, I drop down onto my bed, letting out a heavy breath.
Droplets of water still glisten on my chest as I lean back against the headboard, one foot propped up on the mattress while the other remains planted on the floor. Then, as I feel her heated stare locked on my body like a million lethal lasers, I close my eyes and tip my head back against the headboard before curling my fingers around the base of my hardening cock.
She sucks in a slow breath, the sound barely audible, and if I weren’t specifically listening for it, I wouldn’t have heard it.
My hand slowly begins working up and down my cock, my other reaching down and gently grasping my balls. A soft groan rumbles through my chest as I really start working myself, moving up and down and remembering exactly how it felt when it was Kiara’s tight little cunt working me like that.
My thumb rolls over my sensitive tip, brushing over the small piercing, and another subtle moan slips from between my lips.
I don’t stop, every last stroke solely for her benefit as I keep working myself and putting on the performance of a lifetime, making sure she doesn’t miss a thing. Long, determined strokes that take me right from base to tip, and I can’t help but wonder exactly what’s going through her mind.
