Page 21 of The Masks She Wore

?I found out a few things this evening while I went back and forth about actually coming here tonight.

?Max Justice didn’t exist.

?There were too many holes in her mother’s death for it to be real, which was why the police kept stalemating her every time she called or went by their office.

?It only left more questions than answers.

?I shut the door silently and glanced around her apartment. Large, spacious. Beautiful. She lived clean and had great taste.

?She loved to read, but only a certain genre, it looked like.

?I walked over to her bookshelf and pulled a single book off the shelf, inspecting it.

?The Night my Poltergeist Came.

?I couldn’t help but smile. Oh, Rae, if you want horror, I can show you horror.

?I slid the book back and looked around again. The coffee table was clear. I wondered what she had done with the files the police had given her. They were in this suite somewhere; she wouldn’t just let those go.

?I walked to her room, the door cracked, allowing the moonlight from the balcony doors to stream in, casting a line of pale blue over her bed.

?I carefully pushed it open and walked in, my eyes locked on hersleeping form, my heart picking up as I neared her.

?Fuck, she was beautiful.

?Her hair was wrapped up in a messy bun, but strands had fallen out to cover her face.

?One arm was resting above her head, the other spread out to one side. Her mouth was open, a line of drool falling from her pretty pink lips to her pastel green pillowcase.

?Her duvet had fallen to her chest, one perfect tit exposed to the world, her nipple hardening as if she could sense me standing above her.

?I slid the bag off my shoulders and crouched down, shoving it carefully under her bed, my eyes locked on her.

?My cock was pressing painfully against my pants as I watched her breathe softly, her chest expanding and deflating with each breath. I couldn’t help myself. I carefully ran my knuckles down the side of her throat, watching the goosebumps erupt across her skin.

?She inhaled deeply and I leaned back, holding my breath as she pulled her hand down, kicking her blankets off, turning away from me.

?My eyes fell to her now exposed chest, her stomach. She knew I was here, didn’t she? Some part of her wanted this, wanted me.

?“Soon, Princess,” I mumbled, pushing myself to a stand, the friction against my solid cock nearly causing me to cum right then and there. I wanted to grab her breast, flick her hardened nipples,suck on them, make her whine, but that would surely wake her up. I couldn’t take even that small of a chance.

?With one last look, I turned away from her and headed back for the door.

?“Dad,” her soft voice came.

?I froze in the doorway. Dad?

?I turned my head back towards her, just enough to look at her.

?She was still breathing softly, her head still turned away. Talking in her sleep.

?“Dad,” she whimpered, kicking the blankets again. “Please, don’t.” She started to fight the blankets, slowly at first and then more erratically, her feet kicking, her hips bucking.

?I slipped out the door, shutting it behind me just as she gasped and jerked up.

?Was thatUnknown? I hadn’t been able to crack that little phone call this afternoon, but it couldn’t be a coincidence.

?“Hello?” she called.

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