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For like, maybe, forever.
Never come back here again! I open the door and peek out. There's no one. I crouch down to retrieve the tiny nipple clamp.
"Boo!"
My heart literally stops as Derrick jumps out of the parlor across from my room.
"Derrick! You ASSHOLE!" I yell at him. I'm shaking.
Derrick's laughing uncontrollably. "Sorry, love. I'm so sorry," he says as he laughs. "It was just so fucking hilarious. I had to. I hope you forgive me, yeah?"
I'm pissed off at this asshole and I can't believe he saved me yesterday. What an ass. That's it. I'm not going to respond.
"So tell me, was it as good as Jake?" Derrick asks and I roll my eyes. "Are you still thinking of that wanker, love?"
I ignore his off-English accent and head down the stairs. My cheeks are burning red. I open the door and start running away as quickly as possible.
* * *
Instead of running in Central Park, I decide to run downtown and am just passing by the Lower East Side when my head starts to clear a little bit. I still can't believe Derrick! What a disgusting dirt bag asshole!
But why is he so nice to me? And after he's nice, he turns around and starts acting like an asshole again!
It's so confusing. I'm hoping another mile will clear my head.
I need to clear my head.
I mean, look, I've told you before. I’m in this to grab dirt on him. Bring him down.
But a part of me wants to give that up and just have sex with him.
Every. Single. Day.
I shouldn't want to...I shouldn't do what I did last night.
Well, let me rephrase that actually. I shouldn't do what I did, thinking of him. That's just wrong.
He’s a sick man whore. Dirty. Lewd. Lascivious.
I shouldn't focus on his muscles or his smile, or his smirk, or his eyes, or his huge...ego.
I should just keep running.
But I stop when I see a black SUV slowing down next to me. On one side I have some stores. I slow down a little bit as the car comes to a stop.
Is it the Royal Security people? They’ve given me a wide berth since I moved in yesterday – and while I was cumming my brains out.
But it's not. A person gets out, and the sun is in my eyes so it takes me a moment to tell, but eventually I make out that its Jake.
"Well, look at what we have here," he says and I see only anger in his eyes, and all of a sudden I get uncomfortable.
"Jake, what are you doing here?" I ask, rolling me eyes at his theatrics.
"Alicia, look at my face," he says, not smiling. I look him. He’s blocking my way and advancing menacingly. Jake is no Derrick, but he’s still bigger than me. “This is how I get when I’ve been ignored for a week.”
"What are you doing here?" I ask again.
"What am I doing here? I'm here to find you," he says, grabbing my arm. My heart starts to race. What is he doing? He's my ex-boyfriend.
