Page 21 of Shadowing Charlotte
Alexander
Iwoke up in a bed I didn't recognize, rolling over and stretching across the pillows. Charlotte and I had fucked for hours, until both of us had been lying boneless in her sheets.
"Charlie?" Silence followed. I reached for my phone, opening my three unread texts. I grinned at the screen like an idiot when I realized she'd entered her contact information underPrincess Charlotte.
Running late.
Help yourself to anything, but make sure you lock the door.
You look cute when you sleep.
I like your tattoo…
What time should I be back tonight babe?
You're only allowed back if you bring me dinner.
U don't need to ask, princess. Let me know what u want.
I was still grinning at our texts when the phone rang.
"Where the fuck are you?" Miguel demanded the moment I answered.
"Had something personal to—"
"I'm not fucking paying you to deal with your personal shit. My wife isn't home. I'm sending you the location now." He hung up without waiting for my agreement.Dick.
While I waited for him to text me, I opened the hall closet and dug my clothes out of the dryer, dropping her sweats into the washing machine. My phone chimed as I was pulling on my boots, but I ignored it, wandering back into the bedroom and pickingup Charlotte's underwear. I did the same in the living room, tossing her t-shirt into the washer and throwing out the trash we'd left on the table.
Dirty, dirty girl. Clean houses are very important.
I sent her a picture right after, watching a bubble appear as she typed.
Good. You can clean my soaked panties when I get home, too.
Fucking minx. I'd shove her panties in her mouth and make her suck on them, just for being a fucking brat.
I made sure to hit the lock button before I closed the door, jiggling the handle just to be sure.
"Who the fuck are you?"
I spun around to find a car halfway pulled into the drive, some fuck staring at me. He was pissed off, that much was clear.
"You must be Adam…" I ignored his question.
"I'm Charlotte's boyfriend; who the fuck are you?"
"Just the cleaning guy." I smirked, fighting the urge to chuckle at my own cryptic joke. It was true, in a way. I'd cleaned up the mess in the living room, and the one he'd made of my princess. The night before, I washed away her memories of him, one after another, with every climax I'd given her.
"Yeah, sure looks like it!" he snarled, closing the distance between us, puffing his chest like some kind of territorial gorilla. Still, he was two inches shorter than me, skinnier, too. I wanted to laugh in his face. Did he really think he could threaten me?
"I know what you did to her car. I know what you did to her." My voice was calm, but inside I was boiling. "You're going to stay the fuck away from her, or I'm going to make your life a living hell."
"Yeah? Is that fucking right?!" When he swung at me, I took a step back, easily avoiding the blow. The last thing Charlotte needed was me killing this dumb shit in her driveway.
"I'm late for work," I told him simply, stepping around him as he tried to get in my face a second time. How Charlotte ever had any interest in him, I couldn't understand. He was still cursing and shouting at me from across the street when I climbed into the car and pulled up Mrs. Guzman's location. Fifteen minutes.
As I drove, I sent Charlie one more text.
