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You'd be very surprised to learn the answer to that, sweetheart.

She ignored my comment,I know this is going to sound weird, but I started to enjoy your company.

I know the feeling, I muttered,I also miss you tripping and me catching you.

I could sense her blush through the phone. We talked a few more minutes about nothing important before she told me she was starting to close her eyes.

I should try to sleep but I'll check in as soon as I wake up, I heard the smile in her voice.

Talk to you then, I confirmed and got ready to end the call.

Sir? she whispered.

Yes? I smirked.

She paused for several seconds.Nothing, I'll talk to you tomorrow. She hung up before I could speak.

Scrolling to my gallery, I zoomed in on her photo; the same one that captivated me from the moment I saw it. That photo caused me to agree to watch her and keep her safe. It was the reason I was currently a disaster, living a double life with her.

What the hell was she doing to me? I wanted her so badly, I ached for her. This feeling was so foreign to me. Fuck!

8 Interviewing

It was the middle of the night. I had found myself standing in the middle of my closet, naked. Quickly grabbing a pair of black sweatpants and a grey hoodie, I hurriedly got dressed though I was unsure why. I sped out of my closet in a panic, marching to one of the windows in my bedroom.It was pouring rain outside. The water pinged angrily against the glass. The darkness of outside mixed with the glare of the exterior lighting, made it hard to see much. To be honest, I was not quite sure what I was looking for at the time.

Then, my eye caught something in the garden. I squinted, trying to get a better look. What the hell? There she was, in a white dress, twirling while staring up at the sky as the rain saturated her to the core.

I sprinted to my closet, putting on a pair of my sneakers then ran through the house as fast as I could. Finally, I made it out to the garden, but I did not feel as if I had been moving quickly enough. She stopped, slowly turning at an abnormal speed to face me. Gazing into my eyes, she seemed unaffected as the rain rolled down her face. She was not wearing her blindfold, nor was she wearing a bra. I could see her perfectly erect, rosy nipples through her dress as the lights from the house and moonlight illuminated her.

“I couldn't sleep,” she flirted with a devilish grin.

I gradually crept toward her. “So, you came here?”

Water began to drip off the ends of my hair and into my eyes. I wiped my face, running my fingers through my hair. Her eyes widened; her smile faded.

“You're him,” she asserted. “You're Sir and Valentino.”

I did not know how to respond, so I remained still, letting her decide what happened next. She shocked me when she started to seductively sway her hips to the song in her head. I glanced around in a mild panic, looking for any sign of security, but we were alone. Her movements called my eyes back to her. Lightning flashed across the sky. She paid no attention to it as she moved her body, slowly lowering the straps on her dress.

A loud crash of thunder echoed through the night, followed by another magnificent spider web of lightning dancing across the sky, lighting up the entire garden. She was not startled. She acted as if she did not even notice it.

“Isabelle, you need to come inside,” I called out to her. It’s dangerous out here.”

Rain started to tap madly on her face, so I stepped forward, grabbing her. She took my hand just as I pulled her into my body with force. Throwing her over my shoulder, I carried her through the garden and into the house as fast as my legs would carry us. I jogged to my bedroom, thankful none of the staff saw the events that were happening. I was simply happy to get us both out of the cold rain, that was beginning to cause us both to shiver.

I gently placed her on the bed, instinctively pushing her legs apart, crawling up between them as she lay, panting. Her transparent dress gave me a better view of her chest rising and falling as she anticipated my next move.Slowly, I slid her dress up, completely exposing her. It was then that I discovered Isabelle was not wearing any panties.

Burying my face in her ready mound, I teased her with my tongue. She writhed beneath me, moaning my real name. Another loud crash of thunder shook the mansion as I slid a finger into her tight sheath. She cried out once again as lightning lit up the room.I nibbled her button, massaging her insides in a perfect rhythm. She trembled, grabbing my head, pulling me tightly against her core. Another loud crash of thunder shook the world around us.

My eyes shot open as my body was jolted awake. Breathlessly, I lied under my blankets staring at the ceiling. Running my fingers through my hair, I panted, discovering that I was only sweaty and there was no rain. Blinking my eyes a few times, I reminded myself that it was just a dream. Oh, how I wished it were real.

My phone rested on my chest. I picked it up, seeing her stunning photo where I left it. I had dozed off at some point while studying her once again. Her mesmerizing eyes begged me to make her mine, to hold her, to fuck her.

Taking hold of my already rock-hard shaft, I slowly ran my thumb across the tip, followed by my other fingertips, sliding them across my leaking head. Running my hand down the length of my thick shaft, I inhaled a sharp breath. The sensation intensified as I squeezed harder, applying more pressure. Reaching further down I massaged by balls before returning to the base of my rod, gradually but steadily pulling up. Staring directly into her eyes, my gaze made its way to her plump and glossy, red lips. I craved biting them while pulling her bottom lip into my mouth by my teeth, sucking it as I fucked her hard and deep, endlessly for hours. Just as I erupted in bliss, my phone rang. What the hell?! It was 3:30 a.m.!

What?!I answered on speaker.

Boss, we have an issue with the prisoner.

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