Page 11 of A Dark Infinity

“You’ll not break me,” I mumble to myself. It’s unsure and wavering at first, but by the time I’m standing in the shower, the words come out stronger. “You’ll not break me.”

It’s only my second day at Infinity Solutions, and I don’t want to be late. So I hurry up with my shower. My breath hitches as my hand slides between my legs, washing me. My pussy is sensitive, and then it comes back to me.

The memories of the dream that clearly wasn’t a dream come to me. My thoughts are so vivid I even remember what his tongue felt like against my heated, swollen flesh. So, yeah… my stalker ate me out while I was asleep.

Instead of being scared, I feel disappointed I wasn’t awake. Though I’m not a virgin, I’ve never had an orgasm with someone else before. And knowing I missed it makes me feel like I missed out.

It’s official, I’m a mess. The way I’m reacting isn’t normal. It’s at that moment I realize I’m not scared of him anymore. He saved my life when he didn’t have to, and that’s hard to forget.

“I’m the one doing the hurt.”His words echo in my head. With the way he moved when he killed my attacker I’m convinced the words are true, but who is he hurting? So far, I have to admit it isn’t me.

After drying myself off, I quickly get dressed in some of the new clothes Claire picked out yesterday. It’s a simple dress, dark-red and sleeveless. I pair it with a pair of black boots and a button-up cardigan.

I still can’t believe all of this is mine. But when I checked with HR, they confirmed there was a clothing allowance in my contract. I didn’t tell the woman in HR that the shop Claire took me to can’t exactly be described as a necessity. Everything was so expensive it didn’t have price tags. But I shouldn’t complain, not when I have a brand new wardrobe complete with everything from shoes to underwear.

Having seen the other people in the office, I can’t deny the truth of Ethan’s words. They’re all impeccably dressed, making anything I already owned unacceptable.

While I braid my hair and apply my makeup, I spot the gold necklace on my dresser. A smile makes my lips turn upwards as I reach for it. It’s delicate and beautiful. It’s simple, yet very detailed. My stalker’s promise that I would never be alone comes to mind. I don’t know why it makes me feel cherished, but it does.

“This is for you,” I say. I don’t know if he can hear me or see me as I put the necklace on.

As I make my way to work, I run into Mr. Thompson, who also manages this building, in the lobby. Seizing the opportunity, I decide to ask him about the security of the building.

“Hey, Mr. Thompson,” I greet him, trying to sound casual despite the unease gnawing at me.

“Morning, Lark,” he replies with a friendly smile. “Off to work?”

“Yeah,” I nod, trying to keep my tone light. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. Is it possible for anyone other than the tenants to access the building?”

Mr. Thompson furrows his brow, a look of confusion crossing his face. “No, not at all,” he answers firmly. “Only tenants have access to the building. Why do you ask?”

I hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. But then I decide to take the plunge. “Well, this morning I found something in my apartment that shouldn’t have been there,” I explain, trying to keep my voice steady. “And I’m pretty sure someone was in there while I was asleep.”

Mr. Thompson’s expression shifts from confusion to amusement, and he lets out a hearty laugh. “Oh, Lark, you must be imagining things,” he says, his tone patronizing. “I assure you, the building is completely secure. There’s no way anyone could have gotten in without your knowledge.”

I bite my lip, feeling a surge of frustration and disbelief. But it’s quickly replaced with something else; suspicion. It’s not normal to act the way he does if a tenant report a break-in, is it? No, there has to be another reason for his weird reaction.

Arguing with him won’t get me anywhere, so I force a smile and nod, pretending to accept his explanation. “Right, of course,” I reply, my voice tinged with resignation. “Sorry for the bother, Mr. Thompson. Have a good day.”

With that, I turn and continue on my way, my mind still reeling from the encounter. Despite Mr. Thompson’s reassurances, I can’t shake the feeling that something is very, very wrong with the way he was so quick to dismiss it.

When I arrive in the office, Claire is about to head into a meeting with Ethan and some other executives. She leaves me at my desk with some busy work to keep me occupied. However, it doesn’t take me long to complete the tasks she assigned me, leaving me with some free time on my hands.

Glancing around to make sure no one is watching, I quickly minimize my work-related tabs and open up my web browser. I type in the address for the city’s property records database, my fingers tapping anxiously against the keyboard as I wait for the page to load.

Once the database is up and running, I search for the address of the building where I live. It doesn’t take long for the results to appear on the screen, and I quickly scan through the information, searching for the name of the building’s owner.

The name listed is a company called Infinity Properties. The company’s logo, an infinity symbol, catches my eye. I have never heard about Infinity Properties before, but I’ve seen that logo. It’s the same one painted on the side of the building I’m sitting in, and on the letterhead of all emails, letters… everywhere you place a logo. Not to mention the office I’m sitting in is owned by Infinity Solutions.

What the actual fuck?

With my curiosity peaked, I dig deeper, searching for any information linking Infinity Solutions to Infinity Properties. After a lot of digging, I finally come across a mention of Infinity Solutions as a sister company to Infinity Properties.

My mind races with questions. What does this mean? It can’t be a coincidence that I live in a building owned by the company who’s connected to the one that headhunted me for no good reason.

Before I can dwell too much on these unsettling thoughts, I hear Claire and Ethan’s voices growing louder as they approach my desk. Quickly, I close the browser window and return to my work-related tasks, trying to push aside the nagging sense of unease that lingers in the back of my mind. But one thing is for certain – I need to tread carefully. There’s more to this than meets the eye, and I won’t rest until I uncover the truth.

As Claire walks past, she gives me a curious glance. “Everything okay, Lark?”

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