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As promised, I drive straight back to my apartment and let myself in. I go to the little mini bar I have set up and pour myself a nightcap. Whiskey, Neat.
I sit on the sofa and sip on it, taking my phone out and browsing social media. Something is bothering me, but I can’t place my finger on it.
I leave my phone on a charging dock while I down my whiskey and have a hot shower.
My thoughts trail off as I let the heat relax me. My hand fondles my junk, and instantly an image of Anastasia is conjured in my mind.
Anastasia.
In one of those barely-there dresses she wears when she goes clubbing. Her perky tits don’t need a push-up bra to keep them up. I picture her sliding that top down, her breasts free for me to touch, lick, and nibble.
My dick grows solid, and I swallow hard as I start stroking it.
Suddenly my mind is picturing her in front of me, her hand instead of mine, beating my dick off as I put my free hand against the wall and hold myself up.
My legs shake slightly, and my hips buck involuntarily as I imagine her on her knees before me.
Her lips.
The perfect roundness as they wrap around my cock.
I grunt as I get a little too ahead of myself and ejaculate on the wall, pumping my erection until it’s empty and starts to soften.
I watch the cum slide down the wall.
What the hell am I thinking? If I even so much as look at Ana sexually, I’m a dead man. Alessandro would probably help Ivan kill me.
I tilt the shower head to wash my juices off the wall and down the drain. I start washing up, banishing the thoughts from my mind.
I mean, I’ve always thought she was attractive, and she’s my type, but I’ve never thought of her that way while my dick is hard. I don’t even know what brought that on.
I take a few shaky breaths and clear my head. Compartmentalizing is what I’m best at as a killer, so I tuck the dirty thoughts about her deep in my mind. Instead, I bring up the memorized maps of the job I need to take care of to go over the possible scenarios.
Once I’m clean, I get out and wrap a towel around me. I go to the front room, where my phone is on its docking station charging, and check for messages.
Nothing.
Curiosity, though, gets me, and I open my social media to go to her profile.
Weird.
There are no photos from tonight at all.
Now, I know Anastasia, and she always posts photos. You could practically follow her all over the city through her photos. It bugs me that there isn’t one photo. In fact, there aren’t any posts at all past lunchtime.
I exit the application and dial her number. I have it memorized because it’s a super easy number to remember.
The phone rings, but she doesn’t answer.
I open my messages and text her that I would love to join her. Could she please send me a location? The little read receipt is marked off, so I know she’s seen it, but there are no three dots indicating she’s typing.
In fact, it shows that she’s gone offline.
I try to call again, but it goes straight to voice mail.
She must have turned her phone off, or it possibly died.
It’s not like I’m her keeper anyway. I glance at the time. She could even be home in bed already.
