Page 24 of The Trap

Maddox: Aww look at my boy, taking a page out of my book.

Don’t remind me.

Maddox: I can’t believe you went through with it. You’re in the house?

Me: Yea, well I’m having serious fucking doubts man. I’m in her closet now.

Me: How long does that shit work for?

Maddox: Ha, closet. Noted.

Maddox: and SCANDALOUS

Me: You’re such a jackass

Me: So how long does it last?

Maddox: Depends.

Me: It depends? How the fuck do you not know? Aren’t you an expert?

Maddox: Well yea, but everyone takes to it differently.

Maddox: But bro, real talk…what are you planning on doing to her? I mean the possibilities are endless. You could tie her up or…

Maddox truly is a sick fuck.

Me: Dude, stop.

Me: I don’t know. I just thought I’d talk to her… I guess

Maddox: While she’s sleeping?

Oh my god this is a mess and I sound like an asshole. A desperate, pathetic, creepy asshole.

Me: No dude, when she wakes up

Maddox: You got me all excited for nothing. Next time you borrow from my stash, make it worth it.

Maddox: JK…

Maddox: truthfully with the connections she has, you’re better off ‘talking’ to her. I swear her boss would be PISSED if you tried some shit

Boss?

I’m about to text him back but my phone dies, adding to the shitshow that is today. I roll my eyes and slip my useless phone into my back pocket before emerging from the closet.

A flutter of twisted excitement burrows in my stomach as I feast my eyes on her. I hate to admit how much I’ve missed her, even though she did nothing but tease me and irritate me. It’s just that she did it so well. Seriously, being tormented by her is probably the most turned on I’ve been…well…ever. And here I am, like a fucking junkie, manipulating my way back into her presence just to what? Get another look at her? Watch her while she sleeps? I shake my head at my own stupidity. This is sick.I am sick. Yet here I am, enjoying the view of her still body, feeling relief that I get to be near her.

Not that she would have any fucking room to talk, since she is partial to using whatever had Brett out for hours when she disappeared.

Fuck, I really hope that whatever Maddox gave me won’t have her out for that long. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why did I even think this was a good idea in the first place?

Guilt finally overshadowing my delusional glee from seeing her like this, I step out of the closet stalking over to where she’s slumped on the floor in front of the nightstand. Lowering myself, I reach for the tendril of silky, smooth onyx hair that fell in front of her face when she passed out. I swirl it around my finger before tucking it behind her ear, then I lift her from the floor to the bed.

Her exposed torso summons my hungry eyes as they trail up to the Zeppelin logo on her cut off t-shirt that barely covers her tits, highlighting the protruding peaks of her pierced nipples. She stirs slightly in her forced sleep. A subtle whimper breaks from her lips, causing my grip on her to unintentionally tighten. She feels so small,so perfectdraped over my bent arms. Not to mention how peaceful and deceptively innocent she looks when she isn’t running that mouth of hers. And I hate to admit it, but her natural hair color suits her so much better than that wig she left in the driveway.

I lower her onto the bed, expecting her to sort of plop onto the mattress, but to my surprise, her back arches before settling onto the bed. Another unconscious murmur vibrates her closed lips as she lies there.

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