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I can feel her eyes on me as I make my way quickly toward the back wall where the entrances to the bathrooms are. Do I feel terrible about running away? Nope.

My cock is straining against my pants again and if I stayed in her presence any longer, she would have noticed. That’s the last thing we both need.

Slamming the door open, I spin around and lock it before I quickly unzip my pants and tug my cock out.

I stare at myself in the mirror, the ends of my hair hanging in my eyes as I focus on my reflection. Jerking my cock hard and fast, I make myself come to the thoughts of Susu’s smile and eyes peeking through her lashes at me.

Since I’m not at home, I empty myself into my hand as best I can, holding back the grunts in case anyone is nearby. As I catch my breath, I use my elbow to turn on the faucet and just before I wash my hands; I study the cum on my skin.

I want to know what it’d look like onherskin.

Fuck, I need her.

Chapter 13

Dark ‘n Stormy

Chester

This makes no fucking sense.

Clicking through the report, my brows lower further as I compare the background check we ran on Susanna Walston with the information she provided on her application.

She didn’t graduate from the college here in town.

Her old address is false. Doesn’t exist.

There’s no college anywhere that has a ‘Susanna Walston’ as a graduate, let alone one in finance.

Even her job references are made up.

I didn’t call any of the numbers she listed because I was so desperate to have someone take over the books and she balanced it perfectly. She hasn’t made one mistake since she started, so clearly, she knows what she’s doing.

There was a Susanna Walston that attended a college about four hours away from here, but she dropped out in the last semester. Thathasto be her. But why would she lie?

Bringing up a search engine, I type in the town her college was in and her name. There aren’t any civil records of her. No speeding tickets, traffic violations, accident reports, or arrest records. Breathing out a sigh of relief that she’s not a felon, I click on the links that come up, searching for anything that would show who she is and why she would have a fake background.

As I scroll past the ads for background checks, I notice an article dated over twenty years ago. It doesn’t have her name attached to it, but I find myself clicking on it, anyway.

Skimming through, I see it’s a missing report for a young woman named Laura Evans. The photo of her has some resemblance to Susu with the blonde hair and petite features. Her eyes are an intoxicating green and I find myself sad over the details of her disappearance.

It looks like drugs may have been involved, as she was a known drug user. The reporting officer was an Officer Kevin Cooper, and the neighbor is the one who called it in after she hadn’t been seen for days. My eyes fly over the screen until I read something that makes me tilt my head.

Laura Evans had a three-year-old daughter that she left abandoned in the home when she went missing.

A sinking feeling knots my stomach, and I quickly click out of the report. Sitting back in my chair, I scrub my hand down my face. It didn’t list the name of Laura’s child, but I know it’s Susu.

Is this the reason she doesn’t speak to anyone? Because her mother disappeared?

There was no mention of a father in the picture. Nor was there anything about suspected foul play. It reads like Laura Evans went on a bender and just never came home. If that’s the truth, then she’s probably dead and I fucking hate that for Susu. That’s if thisisher mom.

“I’m ready, if you are.”

Cliff’s bored voice tugs me from my musings over Susu’s past. I close the window and grab my keys. My voice is rough when I say, “Yeah. Let’s get over there. They know we’re coming?”

“Of course they do. I’m capable of making a phone call,” he snaps at me, and I stop to stare at him.

I don’t hide my annoyance, so fucking over this shit with him. “Jesus, Cliff. What’s with the attitude? You’ve had one for weeks and I’m about fucking done with it.” He’s always been on the moodier side, but this past month he’s been unbearable.

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