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Thank you,he replies.I’m going to be there soon.
Wait… YOU’RE going to keep watch?
For tonight. I can’t sleep anyway. Then we’ll figure out a long-term strategy. I still think trapping this bastard is the way to go.
But what if he sees you outside my apartment building? Won’t he know something’s up?
Yeah, that’s a good point. It would be easier if I were inside the apartment.
My heart starts drumming way too hard. The idea of him in here with me…
My mom would freak if she found a random man sleeping on the couch.
Who said I’d be on the couch?he replies, causing a shiver to dance over my body.I can take the floor in your bedroom. Then you can explain the situation to her in the morning.
It kind of already is morning.
Whenever she wakes up, then. I wouldn’t forgive myself if that bastard came to you tonight, and I could’ve stopped it.
Stuff like this is happening all over the city,I reply.Every single day.
But I can do something about this. Stop arguing with me. I’m coming over now. I’ll text you when I’m outside.
I stand, looking around my bedroom at my old, chipped karaoke set in the corner, the flaking wallpaper, the carpet with stains at the edges. I’ve gotten used to this dreary, depressing scene, and it’s not like I’ve ever had boys over before. Not that Elio is aboy.
I almost text him to tell him not to come, but he already has my address. If he’s going to hurt me… Have I made a serious mistake? Quietly walking into the kitchen, I take a knife from the cupboard, wondering if I’d have the guts to use it.
About twenty minutes later, I get a text.I’m outside your apartment door. The main entrance was open. Come and let me in.
CHAPTER8
Elio
As I wait outside her apartment, I remind myself I’m here to do a job, to protect my woman. I’m not here to bring my fantasy to life. My manhood is getting hard already, though. I only drained the goddamn pipes an hour ago, but I feel hungry for her.
The door opens, whining on the hinges. I almost grab her when I see her nipples poking through her pink pajama shirt. Her hair is messy around her shoulders, giving her a wild, sexy look. My fingers twitch, willing my hands to reach up, play with her nipples, and make her moan for me.
She raises a shaky hand, showing me her phone.We have to be quiet. Mom is sleeping.
I nod, following her into the apartment. God, this place is grim. Scarlet deserves so much better. Everything is old. The walls seem thin, somehow. I’m unsure how I know that just by looking at them, but I do. They have a flimsy, papery look. Everything looks like it’s on the verge of breaking.
She walks ahead of me, giving me a look at her thick, sweet ass. Again, my hands shake, willing me to grab her. Massage that ass. Spank her thickness. Make her cream and shake for me.
She leads me into her bedroom. Her bedframe is wooden and chipped, the wallpaper flaking. She has a small bookshelf with a few books about singing on it.
“Are you a—”
She turns, glares at me, and raises her finger to her lips. She has no idea how cute and beautiful she looks doing that. She has no idea how wild she’d make me if she started to suck her finger, aiming those wide, innocent eyes at me. Being here with her, in person, makes me realize how foolish I was, thinking I could let her go.
She quickly types something on her phone and shows me the screen.We can’t talk. The walls are too thin. Mom can’t know you’re here until I’ve explained everything.
I nod, taking out my phone.Get some rest. If we need to speak, we can text.
Where will you go?she asks.
I smirk, sitting on the floor and stretching my legs out. In a low whisper, I say, “Never been more comfortable.”
A beautiful smile lights up her face. Then she holds her finger to her lips again. I watch obsessively as she walks to the bed, swaying side to side, her plump ass almost making me howl.
