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My brows furrowed as I grew angry with myself as I lowered my voice and confessed my secrets to her.
“You want to know all the dirty deeds that I’ve done.”
Her eyes fell to my lips and then she slowly nodded. “Yes.”
“At first, it started out as simply another job. I followed you around, learned your routine, your favorite places to eat, your connections. But the more and more I watched you, the more I wanted to know.”
I paused and she nodded. “Know what?”
“Know who you really were. I wanted to make sure you were safe, and that’s when I saw that man break into the house. Turns out it was way too easy for him to get in. No one noticed as he slid that back door open, nor did they silencer in his right hand. I kept away after what I did, but not for long. So I returned, and it again so easy to get to you. To sneak into your bedroom and watch you sleep.”
She swallowed, her cheeks growing a darker pink. “You watched me?”
“I hated myself for it. For invading your privacy like I did, but I was desperate to make sure another man wouldn’t come for you. You didn’t deserve that fate.”
She looked down at the drink in her hands. “Is that all you did? Watch?”
“You looked so peaceful. So beautiful just lying there.” I continued and liked the way she blushed and avoided my gaze.
“You wore that same damn silky chemise, the pink one with the pink shorts, but that night you wore no shorts, just these tiny little blue panties.”
She gasped, pressing a hand over her lips.
“I have memorized every crevice of your body, Catalina. The curve of your tits, the dips of your waist, the softness of your lips.”
“Scott.” My name spoken in shock, but she didn’t run, she just listened intently.
“I didn’t touch you, not that first night…”
“But?” She asked me.
“Fuck, Catalina.” I drew my hands down my face, not knowing how to word this next part.
“Tell me the truth, Scott.”
“What truth? The fact that I’ve seen those beautiful tits of yours bare. That I’ve tasted your pussy as you lay dead asleep. That I hunger for that fucking taste on my tongue every fucking day I’m with you. Is that what you want to know?”
Her cheeks grew pink, and my cock reacted beneath the table. “Liar,” she whispered.
“I wish I was lying.”
“I would have woken up.”
“But you didn’t. So, I became addicted. I dreamed of you waking up on my tongue, but you never did. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
I looked down at my hands feeling truly ashamed of my actions. My obsession with her had gone too far and now I was going to lose the one thing I wanted but could never have.
After a long moment of silence, I realized she was still sitting across from me.
I looked up. “Why aren’t you running?”
She looked down at the table, folding and unfolding the paper napkin in front of her. “And go where?”
“I’m dangerous. I’ve fucking coerced you into trusting me. I’ve touched you without your permission.”
“Do you know how many men have touched me without permission?” She raised her eyes to mine.
“All of them have felt me up with the sole intent to hurt me. To fuck me. To get their hands on my father’s money. To make me their little trophy. It’s funny, you’re the first man who’s actually gotten that far and I don’t know how to feel about that.
