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“Did you miss me at all, Mysti?” he asks, closing the gap between us.
“S-sure, I did, Alphie,” I take a step back, and—my knees fall into the back of the sofa, and I collapse into the plush cushions.
Alphonso takes his chance and pounces. He leans over me, bracing himself with one hand on the back of the sofa. The hand with the gun still rests heavily between us, and the cool metal sits on my thigh.
My breath hitches and deepens as he gets closer, leaning into my neck and taking in a deep breath. I can feel his breath against me as he exhales in contentment.
“God, I’ve missed you so much, Mysti baby…now, tell me,” he grins wickedly, trying to catch me out with these games, “What did you miss about me?”
I knew. I knew that he’d ask this question and that “nothing” isn’t the answer he wants to hear. I’ve got to think fast…maybe if I can appease him for long enough, then I’ll be able to get help somehow. My phone’s in my back pocket, and I need to get him to let me stand back up so that I can use it.
“I missed you…” I whisper, making my voice low and sultry. When in doubt, always flirt—it’s gotten me this far.
Arguably, it’s also gotten me into this mess.
“I missed your….ah…your lips?” I say, whispering and leaning my face up so that he can feel my breath against him. Our lips are barely an inch from each other, and it would be so easy for him to lean in and kiss me. But I know Alphonso, he’s fond of games…he likes the chase.
“What about them?”
“How it felt when you kissed me. I missed feeling you on my skin… between my legs.”
“Yeah?” He sits back a little bit, and I follow him, leaning over him now as he sits next to me on the sofa.
“I’ve never met a man who can fuck me as well as you did, Alphie…”
That’s a lie. Brendon last night fucked me like no man has ever done before.
But Alphonso doesn’t need to know that. Every man wants to hear how he’s the best lay and how his dick is the biggest. I’m more than happy to oblige if it keeps me and my girls alive.
“Then why don’t you come back to me?” Alphonso asks, and I turn my head away from him sharply and stand up, feigning a look of pain.
“I can’t,” I say pathetically, pretending to be sorry about it.
“Why not? Is it this Norbert?”
He follows me up from the sofa, putting the gun back in the front of his pants.
“Y-yes. It is.”
I can practically feel Alphonso’s blood boil. “I can take care of him. He won’t be a problem.”
“You…you’d do that for me?”
Alphonso stalks over to me, pushing me to walk backward until I’m pinned against the wall.
He towers over me, using his arms to block me in. Each time I breathe, my breasts gently brush up against his chest. The friction from our shirts makes my nipples pebble and poke against the thin fabric.
There was once a time when I thought Alphonso being possessive, obsessive, and dangerous was pretty fucking hot. But now that I’ve had men like Brendon…and even Norbert, to show me what a relationship could be, I’m no longer attracted to the crazy.
I can still pretend like I am, though.
And, lucky for me, he’s eating it up.
Alphonso pushes his body closer to mine, and I drop my arms behind my back so that I move forward to meet him. In truth, I’m slipping my phone from my back pocket. The cool metal falls into my palm and, without looking, I unlock my phone and try to call the only person who could get me out of this.
I hate to admit it since we just had a fight…but I need him.
I need Brendon.
