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Cupcake
Oh, you’ll love that. I think. It’s really…juicy *winking face emoji*
Me
Oh? I can think of otherjuicythings I love. Like your *cat emoji*
Amy gasps, breathing in a piece of popcorn, then starts coughing violently. I’m already on my feet before I hear Kayla’s concerned voice. “God, Ames, are you alright? Should I send an ambulance to your apartment?”
“I’m,” cough, “fine.” Cough. “I just need,” cough, “some—” She looks at the glass of water I’m holding in front of her before smiling gratefully. “Some water,” she finishes after sipping from it. “I’m fine, really. Don’t worry so much.” I feel like she said that both to Kayla and me. “And no calling ambulances. I’m not even at my— I’m not even hurt or anything. Just choked on some popcorn. Too surprised by that ring Mrs. Donnahey found in Henry’s drawer. He’s not going to propose, is he?”
Relieved that Amy’s life is no longer in peril, I amble back to my armchair to find a new message on my phone.
Cupcake
*shocked face emoji* You can’t just say that!
Me
I can and I will. Are there commercial breaks? I’m hungry and not for pizza.
Rolling her eyes, Amy holds up the pizza box.
Cupcake
Streaming services don’t have commercial breaks. Pizza will have to do.
Me
Will it, though? *thinking face emoji* *devil face emoji*
Amy gasps again, fortunately not choking on anything this time. She shakes her head furiously but I can see the way she shifts her legs and squeezes her thighs together. The idea of me eating her out while she’s on the phone with her friend intrigues her. However, as I saunter over, I can also sense her apprehension. She’s not ready yet. I need to get her to trust me more first, to open all those parts of her mind she’s been repressing. I get the feeling that once Amy gets over herself, she’ll be quite a wildcat, and not just in bed.
For now, though, instead of dropping to my knees and worshipping her pussy, I grab the pizza box from her hand, flashing her a grin as I return to my seat.
Me
Not today, cupcake
Cupcake
Thank you *blushing face emoji*
Before I can ask what she’s thanking me for, another person dramatically enters the scene unfolding on the screen. Both Amy and Kayla exclaim in surprise and the sexy moment is broken. Not wanting to disturb Amy’s time with her friend, I go back to the extensive Wikipedia article describing the previous four seasons of The Price of Passion, determined to find out why Maggie's grandfather is such an asshole to her. Seriously, I was gearing up to kill him before realizing he wasn’t real.
Huh. Who would have thought watching TV could be so much fun?
Chapter 37
Wyatt
Evenafteraweekof living together, I was still hesitant to leave Amy alone at home, but when I found out one of my targets was in town, I couldn’t resist.
It was the trucker who leered at Amy when we first stopped for gas last Saturday. I paid a hacker to dig into his search history and found out that while the man wasn’t a sexual offender, he wasn’t a saint either, and that’s good enough for me. I didn’t even kill him, which I consider a pinnacle of my prudence. I merely messed with the brakes on his truck a little and, honestly, they were in a terrible shape even before I touched them. With all the safety measures cars are stuffed with these days, he probably won’t die in the crash, which really makes me a saint, considering the creeper practically undressed my cupcake with his eyes. Only I’m allowed to do that. He’s lucky I didn’t gouge out his fucking eyeballs.
After making sure my tracks are covered, the truck stop security footage wiped, and confirming there’s no one who could put me on the scene, I hop into my car and head straight home. Home. What a warm thought.
Anxiety niggles at the back of my mind as I finger the box in my pocket, the one with the ring inside. The perfect wedding ring I’d had speed-delivered home and then, somehow, never gave to Amy. I wanted to, so many times, but…fuck! I kill people for a living and I’m fucking good at it. I don’t get nervous. Ever. Especially not interacting with women. IkidnappedAmy, for fuck’s sake! I’m in control of every aspect of her life. I have no damn reason to be nervous around her. And yet…
