Page 41 of Hayden's Stalker

Sounds sexy. You should fuck her.

I shake my head and try not to laugh.

Hard pass on a sexual harassment lawsuit. Thanks. Besides, I have a boyfriend.

He chuckles quietly but doesn’t respond, and I flick into the Kindle app to read for the rest of the drive to Sebastian’s and then to my apartment after we drop him off. Jesse heads home after staying with me while Tatiana does a sweep of the apartment, and I’m left alone with her in awkward silence after he leaves.

“I’m ready for bed, so you’re going to need to lock yourself in your room now. I don’t care if you sleep. I just want you safe,” she says in a cold voice.

I nod as I chew my bottom lip. I want to say something, but I don’t know what. I feel terrible for the way this evening has gone, and I know that a huge part of that had to do with Blake. Maybe if he hadn’t been there, I might not have frozen. I don’t know.

When we reach my room, I walk through the door, then turn and sigh as I meet her gaze. She’s standing in front of me, looking just as beautiful in her anger as she did at the beginning of this night.

“I’m sorry, Tati,” I say, and I truly mean it.

“You should be. Don’t hesitate next time. Also, I’m cutting off Blake’s access to this apartment. I don’t believe that he can be trusted with your safety.”

I’m not surprised by this, and given the way he didn’t seem to care about my safety over getting himself another drink when push came to shove, it makes sense.

I nod at her. “Understood.”

We stand there looking at each other for a few seconds. I think that she might say something more, but she doesn’t. She reaches through the doorway, grabs the door handle, and pulls it closed.

I sigh loudly, again hating the way this evening turned out, then turn the three locks to secure the door. I pace around my room in frustration, then head to my bathroom. It’s between my bedroom and Tatiana’s, which I realize as I’m standing under the spray.

My brain provides an image of her lying in bed in the room next door, and my cock stiffens. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t think about Tatiana as I start to stroke myself.

I force myself to think of Blake instead. Of what he promised me when we were on the dance floor at the club. If the nighthad turned out differently, he would’ve been here on his knees in front of me, sucking me off.

I stroke my cock faster as I imagine it, but after maybe a minute, Tatiana comes into my mind instead. Her red face as I talked about us making out in front of my friends. I return to my fantasy at the time and imagine walking over to her.

“Maybe weshouldmake out in public.” I slip my hand up under her skirt. “Would you like that, Tati?”

“Yes, Sir,” she moans.

I claim her lips with mine as I push my fingers inside her. In my fantasy, we’re alone in the apartment, and I waste no time fucking her.

I pump my cock roughly with my hand, and I can practically feel Tatiana’s tight, wet pussy around it as I do. When I come, it spurts out and is quickly washed away by the water.

What doesn’t disappear so easily is my guilt. I just mentally cheated on Blake. What the fuck am I doing?

6

The Consideration

I don’t dare leavemy room when I wake in the morning. After yesterday, I’ve learned my lesson. My guilt about masturbating while thinking about Tati is immense, and I know Blake would be angry if he knew.

This isn’t helped when the shower in her bathroom turns on. I know she’s naked, and I very much want to go join her.

I grab my phone and have two missed calls from Blake, along with three texts.

You’re seriously going to defend her??? We just wanted to get drinks and she overreacted to whatever was happening. It had nothing to do with you.

I can see his point. The fight wasn’t necessarily going to involve us. We could’ve just moved aside and let club security handle it. I frown as I read his next message.

Don’t think I don’t know that you’re defending her because you want to fuck her. I know that’s why you wouldn’t tell me you think she’s sexy.

I feel even worse about using her for masturbation material last night, and I hate that Blake is right. I wish I wasn’t attracted to Tati at all.

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