Page 43 of His Wicked Revenge

An ice-cold shower didn’t help with my problem.

I stayed awake all night with my phone on the other side of the room, hoping my willpower would stay strong enough not to grab it and watch the video for the rest of the night.

My willpower was indeed strong, but I still hadn't gotten any sleep because every time I shut my eyes, I saw her pleasuring herself.

This morning, I chug down my scorching hot coffee. It sears my throat since I didn’t wait for it to cool down, and then I pour myself another cup as my father enters the kitchen.

“Did you save me any?” he asks with amusement laced in his voice.

I look at the pot in my hand as the black coffee flows from the glass to my mug. “Sorry. Didn’t sleep well. I can make some more.”

He walks over, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “It looks like you didn’t sleep well.”

No one loves hearing that because that means they look half-dead.

“Thanks, Dad.” I shake my head with a light laugh, lifting the full mug to my lips. Taking a generous sip, I turn around to face him. “I’ve been thinking. As much as I appreciate you letting me stay here and helping me get back on my feet with work, I think I am going to look for an apartment.”

“Oh.” His smile falls a little. The slight change in his expression squeezes my heart. “That’s understandable. You’re a grown man, Leo. You need to have your own space.”

Nodding slowly, I tighten my grip on the cup's handle. “That’s if I can get a place, and it doesn’t go the same way as it did when I was searching for a job. I’m sure they will do background checks.”

“You’ll be fine!” he reassures me. “I can look into some places, too, if you’d like.”

“You don’t have to do that. Plus, I have a place in mind already.” While unable to sleep last night, I got my laptop out and researched apartments for rent in the area. One stood out in particular. It was in a safe location and was a decent monthly price.

“That’s great, Leo.” His mouth pulls back into that smile I love so much. “Just promise you’ll still come over all the time. It gets lonely being here by myself.”

There goes that imaginary hand that has a vice grip on my heart, twisting it until I have to mask the pain. “I’ll be here all the time, Dad.”

“Good,” he says, then nudges me. “Now move so I can make more coffee.”

I laugh, stepping out of his way with my coffee in hand. Pulling out my phone, I open the email app to find a response from the apartment complex. I sent it late last night, hoping to hear back right in the morning.

The space has been listed for a while now, which means they are probably desperate for someone to move in. The woman, Rachel, answered with a very eager response. Telling me that if I am free, I can come to see the apartment this morning.

I emailed a quick response to her, letting her know I’d love to take a look. “It seems like I am going to view an apartment this morning.”

“See? Things are going to be fine,” Dad says, pouring his own cup of coffee for the morning. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do,” I say my goodbyes and grab my car keys from the table in the hall.

Let’s hope Dad is right and everything will go fine because this one is at the top of my list out of all the apartments I looked at.

“As you saw, the unit comes with its own washer and dryer, which is always a bonus in apartments,” Rachel tells me as we stand at the kitchen island. Her hands are flat against the marble, her right pointer finger tapping anxiously on the granite. The woman’s eyes attempt to focus on my face, but they fall every so often to check me out. “The neighbors are much older, meaning it will be quiet.”

I nod, tearing my eyes away from her wandering ones. It’s an open layout. The kitchen overlooks the living room, with large windows overlooking the lake in the back. There is a guest bathroom off the kitchen, and to the right of the living room is the master bedroom.

“It’s nice.”

“All of our tenants love this place. I’m sure you will, too.” Her comment brings my attention back to her. Rachel’s eyes fly back to my face now that I’m staring directly at her.

“Is there anything you need from me?”

“E-excuse me?” she stutters, her cheeks glowing a light shade of pink.

“For the apartment,” I reiterate.

“Oh.” Her embarrassed laugh fills the quiet space. “Just the deposit, and then it’s all yours!”