Page 27 of Carnal Desire
“It was like any other day,” I say. “I had an influx of patients which is normal this time of the year. But something weird did happen.”
The shuffling of papers stops. “What happened?”
“You ever get the feeling somebody’s watching you?” He remains silent for a moment, and I feel like maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. “I sound crazy, I know. Never mind, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No, you don’t sound crazy, Angel. Tell me exactly what happened.”
“Nothing really happened, Brian. I just felt like someone was watching me. Then I thought I saw someone.”
“When?” he asks his voice full of concern. “Where?”
“When I went out for lunch not too far from my office. But whoever I thought I saw just disappeared in the crowd. Or they weren’t there at all.”
“Who was it you thought you saw?”
“Christian. Anyway, it’s probably nothing.”
“No, Angel. Always trust your gut. Even if later, it pans out that it’s nothing.”
“But there’s no way it could be him. If he was out, my lawyer would have been notified, right?”
“I would think so. Just be vigilant. Keep your eyes open.”
“I will. What are your plans for the weekend?” I ask, trying to change the conversation.
I feel like an idiot for even bringing it up. There’s no way it was Christian. He’s in prison hopefully for a long time. My mind is probably just reminding me that the anniversary of my attack is coming up.
I’ve been thinking about finally taking that step and meeting him at Club Desire. I just hadn’t been able to push myself out of the comfort zone of being in my home and still getting what I need. But now I’m ready to move forward. I need to make that step if I want to get back to the person I was before my life changed. So far everything’s been perfect, but only seeing him in person occasionally or seeing him through video calls and talking to him on the phone isn’t enough anymore. I’m ready to make my return to Club Desire, with my head held high. And I’m ready to do that with my Billionaire Playboy.
Mine.
“I’ve got nothing planned,” he says. “Why?”
Before I have the chance to tell him my plans, the doorbell to my apartment rings then a knock sounds on the door.
“Delivery!” someone shouts and knocks on the door again.
“Hold on, Brian. There’s a delivery,” I say as I walk towards the front of my condo.
“Are you expecting something?” he asks.
“No. I haven’t ordered anything. So, I take it, it’s not another toy?” I ask, laughing.
Since we’ve been together, he sends me sex toys he wants me to use on myself while he watches. To my surprise, I’ve actually liked everything he’s sent so far. I’m not sure if it’s because I genuinely like to use toys or if it’s the fact that it’s him watching me while I use them.
He laughs. “No, I haven’t sent anything this week, but I’ve definitely been looking. I love to watch you pleasure yourself.”
“You keep talking like that, and I might tell them to leave the package by the door so we can have some playtime.”
He laughs. “I’m not oppose to that.”
When I reach the door, I look through the peephole but there’s nobody there. “Odd,” I mumble, pulling the door open.
“What is it?”
“There’s no one here, but there’s a package here.”
I pick it up then close my door behind me. “There’s no name on it,” I say with my brow furrowed.
