It’s times like these that I’m grateful I live alone and any staff I have are only here during the day.
I don’t want to share my beauty’s screams with anybody. Right now, I’m jealous that the moon and the sky can hear her.
As she pants I push my shorts down and take out my cock, then I bury myself deep inside her.
Sliding into her delicious body is like nothing else.
God knows how many women I’ve fucked but no one has ever felt like Chloe Ricci.
No one.
It’s a scary thought.
Chloe feels way too good to go slow, so I start to fuck her the moment I’m buried to the hilt.
I pound into her like I lost my mind, wanting to take everything.
Greedily, I take all that I can, and I even try to steal the parts she’s guarding from me.
I fuck her raw until I come, flooding her body with my release.
But we don’t stop there. I carry her upstairs, where I take her again.
I make the mistake of falling asleep.
I never fully sleep, but it’s ten in the morning when I wake up. It’s the sound of my maid, Trish, hoovering that stirs me.
One look around the room and I know Chloe is gone, but I confirm it when I search the house and don’t find her.
I knew she would do that. I guess it was logical, except I didn’t want her to go.
I at least wanted to be awake, but maybe she didn’t want that.
It’s easier to disappear when there’s nothing to confront.
And I’ve created another elephant between us. The one asking us what we are and asking me what I am doing with her if I’m supposed to get married in five weeks.
Shit. This is all fucked-up bullshit. And what do I do now?
The twisted part of my mind comes up with an equally twisted answer.
I grab my laptop and access the software I use for tracking. I input Chloe’s number. Within minutes it shows me she’s at the hospital.
Okay, it's understandable why she’d be there. This way I can keep an eye on her, as creepy as it seems.
It is, and I think it would frighten her, but my problem is I’m obsessed with her.
And I think…I fell for her. She became my lass the moment she came on my dick.
Chapter Seventeen
Chloe
Roxanne and I have just come back from the hospital. We’re back earlier tonight because Dr. Chase wanted Mom to have an early night.
The news of the declined loan was a dark cloud hanging over us which we didn’t share with Mom or Dr. Chase.
Now that we’re home I feel the weight of hopelessness even more pulling my soul under.