Page 13 of Bad for Me

Well, there’s one way to fix this situation: run.

My eyes flicker to the closet where my suitcase hides. As I take a step into my room, toward its location, I’m aware of Isaac’s cum on my thigh once more.

Ok first, shower. It’ll have to be quick. God only knows where Bernard or Isaac are now. They could be on their way here as I stand and mull over what to do. But without one, they’ll be all I can think about.

With that thought, I carry both bottles of wine into the attached bathroom.

8

ISAAC

Despite the heavysnowfall coming down and the wind that's picked up—causing accidents all along the route—I beat my dad to Meredith's house.

I skip going around back.

Knowing Meredith's in a panic, I've no doubt she probably locked it first thing when she arrived home. Instead, I jog up the front steps—my feet sinking into Meredith’s footprints which are still visible despite the snow trying to fill them.. Once at the top, I simply punch in the code into the keypad. It unlocks audibly. Pushing open the door, I step inside. Overhead, the lights flicker on. I ignore them but I do pause to listen for signs of my prey.

The house is silent.

Looking over my shoulder, I do a quick visual sweep of her street. Yup, there's her car. She's definitely home. Is she attempting to hide from me? The thought makes me chuckle. I know Meredith's house better than I know my own. I've stood in every corner, sat in every seat, and touched every single item in here—more than once. With how often I'm here, this house is practically a second home.

There's nowhere she can hide that I won't find her.

My cock, already hard with the thrill of, and winning, the chase, twitches like a dog’s nose as it sniffs the air.

I know boy, we’ll find her.

Moving through the house, I don't bother to keep my footsteps silent. I pass the untouched formal dining room, prod through the living room, but stop in the kitchen. Everything looks clean and crisp, as always. But something's different. My eyes sweep across the room. They land on the wine fridge where the door has been partially left open.

Hm...

Is she soaking in her bathtub sipping on a glass of wine? Reminiscing? A grin splits across my face as I shift direction. When I get to the stairs, I ascend—taking two at a time. Just as I get to the top landing, I hear the front door open.

Dad’s here. Does he think he’s beaten me? The thought makes me chuckle.

I follow the short hallway to Meredith’s bedroom, my footsteps relatively silent despite not bothering to conceal my presence.

When I get to her room, I step inside and spare it a single glance. I already know the layout of this space and what all it contains—right down to where she keeps her birth control. Or what shethinksis her birth control. Knowing that it was almost time to act, last month I removed the little pills she’s been separating in her pill container and replaced them with placebos.

None of us are getting any younger…

Just as I finish my brief scan of the room, Meredith steps out of her bathroom. She freezes, her eyes going large like a doe’s in headlights. Steam wafts off her bare shoulders, still damp from her soak. The fluffy white towel wrapped around her body shifts as my eyes drag down it to glimpse Meredith’s bare legs.

My mouth goes dry at the sight.

“My, how good you look.” My teeth clench together as my lips split into a wide smile. Retracing her body until our eyes lock once more, I can’t help but puff out my chest in pride.Icaught her. She’s mine. “Look at that pretty blush under your skin… I bet I could make it darken. Want to see how?”

Meredith moves one foot back.

Instantly, my muscles bunch. My heart slams against my ribs as adrenaline washes through me. I didn’t picture Dr. Moore to be a runner, but this has turned out to be another wonderful surprise. Unfortunately for the both of us, there’s nowhere for her to run.

I lick my lips.

“Aw, come on now.” I shove my hands into my pockets. “No need to make this difficult. We can stroll out of your house, hand in hand, and head to my place. I’ll make us some hot cocoa. I know you like marshmallows in it—you treat yourself to one every Monday.”

This is a new habit, one she started back in September. It’d thrown me off the first three weeks of the month until I realized this must be a Fall routine. During the Spring and Summer months, she goes for a sweet lemonade first thing in the mornings at a different location.

I take a step towards her but Meredith takes another step backward.

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