Page 51 of Bolted

“I know you have my wife,” Nate’s voice comes through.

I don’t say anything.

“Say something asshole,” he grits out.

“What would you like me to say Nathan?” I ask him casually, leaning back in my chair.

“You better not fucking touch her!” he yells suddenly.

“You mean how you did?” I growl back at him.

Nate responds back haughtily “That’s different, she’s my wife. I can touch her however and whenever I please.”

This piece of shit motherfucker.

Schooling my anger, I put my feet up on my desk taking a moment before responding. “What if she touches me?”

“What?” He shouts “She wouldn’t do that! She loves me. We were going to run off together and start fresh. We had fucking plans and you ruined them.”

This guy is crazy. Certifiably insane. I’m not sure what exactly is going on in his head but at this point I don’t even care. I also don’t feel bad for what I’m about to say. I grab the phone holding it close to my face before responding.

“Wrong, Nate. She did touch me. She straddled my face just the other night. She fucking smothered me with that beautiful pussy while I licked her fucking clean like she was my last meal.” I grin to myself, replaying the events I have burned into my memory.

“She didn’t stop there though Nate. She sucked my dick like a porn star. Deepthroating me and swallowing my load down while cumming on my face for the second time.” I adjust my already-hard dick in my pants, wishing I was back home with Riley and not talking to this asshole.

“You’re a fucking liar,” he says, sure of himself. “Riley has never even asked for me to do that to her. I’m sure she wouldn’t even like it. I’m coming to save my wife from you. You better watch out.”

He hangs up before I can respond, leaving me perplexed.

Did he just admit to never giving Riley oral before? Was I her first? Did this man never reciprocate any kind of pleasure to her? Does she even know how fucking amazing sex with someone who isn’t selfish can be? My phone rings again and I answer it, ready to tell this asshole what a selfish prick he really is.

“What do you want now asshole?”

“Well that’s no way to greet your friend,” Andre chuckles over the line. “Still sex deprived I see.”

“Sorry” I sigh out. “Nate just called my phone threatening me.”

“That’s actually what I was calling about.” Andre responds. “Nate’s in town.”

“What?” I say, as my body tenses. I put Andre on speaker and shoot a quick text to Riley’s phone.

‘You ok little mouse?’

A minute goes by with no response.

Grabbing my keys I swiftly stand from my chair and head out of my office. Riley had an appointment today. What if Nate saw her? What if he’s following her? He could kidnap her again.

“Fuck” I grit out, pressing the elevator button multiple times. “I have to find her. She’s not answering my text.“

“Calm down Sebastian. I just pulled up her tracking. It’s showing her at your apartment. Just tell her to keep a lookout and it might be best if she doesn’t go anywhere alone for a bit.”

“Agreed,” I respond before hanging up.

I immediately call Riley’s phone but it just rings a few times before going to voicemail. I know Andre said her tracking is showing at my apartment but I’m still left feeling uneasy as I jump into my car and pull out of the parking garage to head home. By the time I pull up, I've called her at least a dozen times and she still hasn’t answered. I can’t tell if I’m more nervous that something has happened to her or angry if it hasn’t because she hasn’t answered my calls. Walking into the apartment I notice the lights are dim.

“Riley?” I yell out. “Riley!”

I walk into my bedroom and can hear the shower running. My shoulders instantly relax.

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