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“See you tomorrow,” Bree waves.

I wiggle my fingers at them as Chase carries me out of the dining room. Colleen’s red face is the last thing I see.

Once in our room, Chase tosses me on the bed. I can’t help but giggle and shriek with joy. He jumps on the bed and cages me between his thick thighs. I scratch my nails along them enticingly.

“What am I going to do with you?” he looks at me, licks his lips and then starts to unbutton my, well his, shirt.

“Everything!” I whisper as he kisses my neck moving down between my breasts.

“As you wish.”

Chapter 15

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I cannot believe that fucking prick survived a bomb and a building collapsing on top of him. His will to live must far surpass my desire to have him dead. At least he’s going to suffer for the next few months through healing and physical therapy. Who knows, maybe I’ll cut the fucker in his sleep one night soon. Make that child an orphan once and for all. Already took care of his other spawn by cutting off the life source of the acrobatic blonde. One girl down, two to go. Remembering the moment that knife pierced her pretty jugular makes my dick stir with excitement. No time for that though. Now that the prick isn’t in the hospital, I need a new source for my information.

Stepping off the elevator, I scan the space. A huge sign made of chrome boldly says “Davis Industries, Inc.” on the wall directly opposite the car. Slowing my gait, I hold a briefcase and pretend to be on my cell phone talking quietly. Anyone I pass ignores me. Nothing to see here. Just a random guy cruising the halls to his next meeting. Only I’m not here for a meeting exactly, I’m here for intel, to scope out the place. I can feel my girl’s essence here, although I know she’s not here now. Watched her walk out with the bastard and their two bodyguards. Now I just need to find her office. I’m sure it’s next to that rich fucker’s. Having a woman like that makes a man want to keep her close. One of my biggest mistakes was letting her get away. Not again. I’m taking my time. Being smart about how I get her back.

It’s early, but since she’s gone, I have the perfect ruse. As I approach, a huge wide smile adorns her pretty face. The same face I’ve been fucking every other night since we met. I must say, I was surprised to find out Dana Shephard is a wildcat in the bedroom. She’ll take my dick any way I give it to her. It’s unusual to meet a girl and fuck her in the ass within a week. Just proves how much of a whore she is under all those elegant business suits.

“Hey you,” she says as I approach. Before I reach her, I can see the double doors that are most certainly Chase’s. Then to the left I see a dark office. Right there beside the door is the nameplate I was looking for—Gillian Callahan—proudly displayed in gold letting. It warms my heart seeing my girl’s name looking important. Only it won’t be for long. She needs to be important to me and me alone. Once I reach Dana’s desk I lean over and give her a wet kiss. She accepts it willingly moaning into my mouth. Another hint that she’s an easy lay, sucking face with her brand new boyfriend on the job. Dumb bitch.

Holding up a white bag I set it on her desk then bring around a latte. I’ve purposely loosened the lid so that when I shove it toward her, the brown liquid splashes all over her white blouse.

“Oh shit, no!” I say giving an Oscar worthy performance. I grab the napkins inside the bag. They aren’t going to do much with coffee on a silk blouse.

“Sugar,” she says as she holds out the soaked shirt.

“Honey, I’m so sorry. I was just trying to bring you lunch and give you an afternoon pick-me-up,” I grip her around the wrist and drag her to my side. “You know, after I kept you up working that fantastic body last night” I whisper in her ear and she giggles like a schoolgirl. “You should go rinse that in cold water.”

“It’s okay, I have back up shirts,” she says as she turns to the wall of cabinets behind her and opens one. Several women’s blouses and skirts hang neatly in a line. “When you work the hours I work, you always have to have plenty of backups,” she grabs a new, almost identical white blouse.

Looking down at my watch I cringe. “I’m really sorry honey, but I have to go back to work. Like I said, I just wanted to stop in and give you the treats.”

Dana comes over to me, clasps my cheeks and then kisses me long and hard. My dick turns semi-erect at the thought of flipping her around and taking her over her desk like the whore she is. “See you tonight?” she says hopefully.

Shaking my head I turn towards the hall I came from letting her think I’m in a hurry. “Afraid not. Have to work late into the evening, then work out, but tomorrow I’m all over you,” I grin.

A blush creeps over her face. “Okay, then I’ll see you tomorrow. Looking forward to it,” she waves and starts down the hall to what I assume is the ladies restroom. Once she’s out of sight, I walk over to the dark office and step inside. I’m instantly surrounded in her vanilla goodness. It’s everywhere. I remember she used to use vanilla scented body wash. The scent catapults me back to a time when we were happy, enjoying every moment together and life seemed better.

Letting the past go, I get down on my knees and pull out the chip from my pocket. Removing the sticky side I slide it directly under the file cabinet on her solid wood desk. This should give me direct access to listen to my heart’s content to what my girl is planning, doing, and hopefully learn more about where she is. So far, I know she’s still with the fucker, but she hasn’t been staying at the penthouse. Today was the first day she showed up to work. Her credit cards haven’t been used and she’s not staying with any of her friends. As a matter of fact, all of her friends have up and disappeared. Guess I scared the rest of those bastards off when I killed the blonde bitch.

I’m sure her funeral will be soon. It’s been over a week since I slit her throat. That will be a nice event to watch from a distance. Seeing all those people crying over a stupid cunt like Bree Simmons. Might even be comical. The more I think about it, the more I know I did the world a favor killing her off. Had she stayed out of the way, not been so close to my girl, maybe she’d still be here. Every human is born with free will, and I warned all of them that nothing would keep me from getting to Gillian. Maybe now they’ll listen. The other two should have been told about my note. They’re next if they don’t fix their shit and disappear. So far so good. I haven’t so much as heard a peep from any of her gang in over a week.

Then I saw her exiting the building right before I was going in. I’m glad she didn’t see me. It’s been nice flying under the radar, her not having a clue where I’m at. It’s strange though. I’m the one that loved her like no other, took care of her, helped her handle all her problems. Doesn’t make sense why she wouldn’t automatically assume it’s me. Probably the gold dick is making her stupid in the head. I’ll fix her though. When she’s mine and I have her hidden away in my special place, she’ll have no choice but to remember the love we shared. How beautiful and unique it was then and could be now.

Still undetected I make it out of the office and set the envelope with Gillian’s name under a couple sheets of paper in Dana’s inbox. She’ll find it within the next day or so and give it to my girl, and I’ll be able to hear her open it. While I’m daydreaming about Gillian finding the present I left for her, I’m propelled back to the here and now by the glass door being held open for me. Looking up, I stare right into the face of the enemy. Chase Fucking Davis.

“Here you go, sir,” Chase holds open the door, his bodyguard standing directly behind him. Jack Porter’s eyes take in my appearance, a brief moment of recognition passes through his features but disappears as I tilt my head down and away. Boring suit, briefcase, nothing to see here

“Oh, sorry, ‘cuse me,” I grumble distorting my voice just in case.

“No problem,” Chase says as I walk through. He steps in and hustles down the concrete stairs. Just as I turn around to make sure everything’s fine, I see that Jack Porter is in the same position at the doors, staring me down. His cold, dark eyes calculating everything about me.

God damn it! Not good. The last thing I need is a suspicious ex-military man on my tail. I’ll have to keep my ear to the ground and give it another week or so before I strike. Let them think everything’s fine again. Of course, that’ll be shot to hell when they find the envelope.

It’s fine. I’ll lay low and enjoy listening in on my girl and fucking Chase Davis’s secretary for the hell of it. Maybe I’ll take pictures and send them to Gillian. Eventually, yeah, I’ll show her the pictures. Then she’ll be beside herself. Seeing me taking something that was Chase’s. Letting another woman put her hands on me. I’m sure it will make her insane with jealousy.

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