Page 10 of Run

Good thing I know how to cover my tracks, and poor Jack, is the perfect fall guy. He would never see the frame job I’ve already laid in place. Tsk tsk Jack, you should pay more attention.

Instead of opening my spreadsheets and contact lists to begin my work day, my fingers of their own will go to the internet and type in the name that’s been residing in my mind for the past three days.

“Lily Murphy. Let’s see what we can find about you, my dear.” I almost moan her name as I enter the string of letters into the search bar.

There isn’t much about the fiery haired princess, but with a little digging, and some dubious searching, finally a morsel of her private life appears on the screen in front of me. My eyes are immediately drawn to her sin the picture looking back at me. Those stormy grey eyes hold so much in them. So much so that I can feel the force of the pain that swirls through them like it’s a tornado twisting under the gloomy sky.

“Friday wasn’t your first experience with a bad man was it baby?” I ask the image on the screen, my fingers moving the picture up and down as I touch it, caressing it as if I were reaching out and ghosting them over her for real.

I’m lost in the digital vision of her, her little freckles and small button nose making her look like a precious little doll.Her porcelain skin almost shines under the harsh lights of the photographer, and her hair looks like it’s on fire.

She is the epitome of innocent beauty, even if the woman inside the precious package isn’t as pure as she looks. She is a conundrum, an oxymoron in herself, just like me. I can feel her aura of purity, yet I can taste the needy animal inside her delicate package. I want to climb inside her skin and poke the bear to see what all her inner beast entails.

I’m brought back to the here and now when a drop of my own drool lands on my forearm, making me shake my head to clear the fog that’s fallen over me like a blanket separating me from the real world. It’s shocking being pulled back from a place I’m not aware I was disappearing into. She has me so enraptured, that I’m salivating on myself like a dog.

“Fuck, princess.”

Chapter Six

Hours spent staring at the little picture of Lily in the corner of my screen while I work fly by. The day escapes me, to the point I don’t hear my phone when it rings, nor the bustle of the office around me. I’m hazily unaware every time my assistant comes in and toils around my sanctuary, tsking at me and rolling her chocolate eyes with each monotone and blank response I give her when she asks me a question or hands me a paper to sign.

Normally every time she comes in, I sneak quick peeks at her, even though I would never fuck her. She dresses her lithe frame sexily on purpose, just for my attention, and I do give that to her though, just discretely. I know she wants me, and my wealth, but she’s actually a good employee and I would hate to lose her to my pit. She’s a gold-digging whore, just the type I love to toss on the bone pile, but she’s a firecracker at her job, and that’s more important. Good help, especially ones who keep their traps shut are hard to come by.

I’m too lost in my brain with the thoughts on how I want to watch Lily, and what I’m going to do with my precious little princess once I set my evolving plan in place. It’s not until Kendra stops in front of my desk, her hands on her hips, her blouse half open with her tits hanging out, sighing an annoyed exhaled breath do I finally look up and see the world around me.

“H, you haven’t noticed me all day.” She pouts, leaning forward, squishing her ample breasts together so they almost spill from the cups of her mostly exposed push up bra.

“I see you darling. I’m just busy today is all.” I tell her, closing the cover to my laptop with a quiet click, giving her the attention she desires.

“I know everything you need for the next project, what else has you so busy?”

Leaning forward, my elbows on top of my computer, my chin resting on my hands I look her in the dark brown eyes and give her a sly wink.

“Just something private.”

“Ugh.A woman?”

“A man doesn’t kiss and tell.” I say, pushing myself back and rising from my seat, fixing the button on my sport coat as she throws me a salty glare. “Now now, Kendra. Be a good girl and go home for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I doubt she’s better than this.” She scoffs, waving her hands up and down in front of her sexy body.

“We shall see. Good night.”

With a flap of my hands, I dismiss her, watching her stomp out of my office, her heels clunking loudly on the hard floor. She’s cute when she’s jealous. It’d be fun to play with that, but with the information I found in my search today, I need to get a move on if I want to catch Lily at work.

Waltzing over to the closet on the far side of the office, just next to the private bathroom, I grab a pair of leathers. It’s not raining today, but the air is still cool. Plus, I want to befully covered, so all she’ll see is a biker sitting in all black with a darkened visor enjoying a cup of joe outside the window of the little coffee shop where she works part time in the evening after her day job at a department store.

Poor thing working two jobs. Not if she’s mine. She’ll only work for me, on her knees, like a good little cum slut.

My suit strips off easily, the soft material falling to the floor in a heap I’ll take care of later. Pulling the stretchy compression shirt on over my head I set it in place and smooth it out across my broad chest. It hugs my muscular body snugly and that, along with the grey sweatpants, makes it easier to slip on the full body leather suit.

With my backpack on, and black helmet in hand, I make my way out of the office, down the elevator, and into the garage where my black beauty waits for me.

The early evening sun shining through the levels of the parking deck throws orange and red glistening shapes onto her smooth paint, making her look like she’s on fire as I swing my leg over her and turn the key. She roars to life, her engine vibrating between my thighs when I flick her power on and put her into gear. With a snap of my head, I close the visor of my helmet and take off into the coming sunset.

The storefronts and shops fly by as I weave in and out of traffic, pursuing the sunset, like a man on a mission. I’m heading due west out of the center of town, towards the little shop where my newest obsession should be. Traffic is heavy, but that doesn’t slow me down as I split lanes and pass cars like they’re standing still, arriving in front of the coffee shop in no time.

The sight of her through the large window doesn’t disappoint, as I park my bike outside the café. She’s beautiful in her shapeless green apron, with her fiery hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head, making drinks and wiping down the counters. She smiles at customers and pretends that nothing’s wrong. I see it though, the small winces when she moves, the glistening in her eyes when she turns around to grab mugs and cups from the shelf behind her. I can see the pain in her no matter how much she tries to hide it.

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