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COLE
The worst part of my existence comes at the end of each day, when I’m lying alone in my bed.
It’s when I can’t escape the monster I’ve become. The one I’d tried so hard to bury.
And now, it’s scratching, clawing its way back to the surface.
What I did with Amber, or rather, to Amber, was unexpected. I’d had every intention of removing the scientist’s left nut when she’d caught my attention and completely rewrote the script.
Do I feel bad about the interaction? No. She had a smart mouth and was stupid enough to tease the wrong beast. It’s not like I’d planned it, and if she had fought me, I probably would have stopped.
Well, maybe.
But she was so damn responsive, like a cat in heat, and so wet I could smell her pussy clean across the room. I can still feel her gold-spun hair against my cheek when I close my eyes. What I wouldn’t give to push into her creamy, tight flesh. To feel her warmth welcome me.
I’ve never been a good man.
But I once had good intentions.
I try to bury those memories deep. Forgetting feelings of warmth and love.
But sometimes they bubble to the surface.
Sprinting up the stairs three at a time, I ride the high of my adrenaline rush, hoping I’m not too late.
“Hurry,” she’d said, making me promise not to call the cops.
I grabbed a wad of cash in case I had to bribe someone, which seems fucking insane, because Carolyn is as good a girl as they come.
When I arrive at her door, I don’t bother to catch my breath and immediately start hammering with my fist. I’m so frantic that when the door opens, I almost punch Carolyn square in the face.
I grab her by the shoulders, looking around her to see if anyone else is inside.
“What’s wrong? Did somebody hurt you?”
“No. You can calm down, Cole. I’m fine.”
I shove my fingers through my hair as I try to level my emotions. “Jesus Christ, Carolyn, why the hell’d you call me over, acting like there was some big emergency? It’s past midnight. I thought you were being murdered.”
“Why would you think that? I told you not to call the cops.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s not a life or death emergency. It means you don’t want to go to jail.”
“Well, you should know me. I’m as straight and narrow as they come.”
“Then tell me what the fuck is wrong!”
She brings up her hands, and it’s then that I see it. A slender white stick.
“What’s that?”
“What do you think it is?”
“You’re pregnant?”
Forcing the memory from my head feels like treason. That I should dismiss her hurts just as much as the memory itself.
But there are other things that need attention. Like why Russ wants Amber. While most would think it due to her fine features, I’m pretty sure that has nothing to do with it, because Amber is a pain in the ass.
