Chapter 82
Marcus
I parked the Tesla down a quiet street across from Melissa’s apartment building. I checked my phone at intervals but most of the time, I was just looking to see if Nate was ready to leave.
I’ve been in the car for a while and it’s been six minutes since he carried her in his arms to her apartment. It was taking everything in me to not show up there and ask him to leave her the fuck alone but I couldn’t do that.
The moment I heard footsteps, I turned off my phone and turned the screen to the seat. I looked over and saw Nate returning to his car.
“Great,” I muttered under my breath.
He entered his car and after a few minutes, he drove off. I waited till it was all clear and climbed down. I shoved my phone into my pocket and proceeded ahead.
I entered the dark, dusty–smelling foyer and ascended the stairs to the floor where Melissa’s apartment was.
I used the phone’s torch function to check around before opening her door. “Asshole,” I muttered under my breath. He couldn’t even lock her door.
I darted into the room. A red dress was on the floor and her bedspread bedecked the double bed. I took a small step forward and a lump formed in my throat when I realized it was the same dress she was wearing today–at the club with Nate.
Now, the dress was on the floor which only meant that- I shook my head and sniffed the dress when the bathroom door flung open.
I was standing behind the curtain before the light turned on but while I stood there, I swallowed hard. I shoved the phone into my trouser pocket to kill the torch and then I looked through the divided curtain material.
It was Melissa and she was looking okay.
“Shit,” I murmured. She was supposed to be drunk, vulnerable, and helpless. Possibly dozing off and fast asleep but no.
Melissa’s fingers clung to the white towel around her body while searching for the perfect dress for bed. When she found a small silky gown, her towel fell to her feet and my heart squeezed on the spot.
Her naked body was too much for me to endure and I could feel my cock suddenly getting aware and appreciative of the sight I was beholding.
The next thing finding its way to her skin was a navy blue lace g–string. She turned slightly to the left and fuck her perky breasts came into sight.
A plastic cup fell from across where I stood and she turned. “Nate?”
I didn’t say anything but why the fuck was she expecting it to be Nate?
“Oh, it’s just a cup,” she muttered. “I told him he was scared. Scared little thing.”
Isquinted my eyes and tried to listen to what she was muttering
“I wonder why they’re all scared of him. He’s just an ass who would do anything to make everyone feel scared f him. Ourgh.”
That’s me
Although not a good quality, but I love that she can single–handedly point out this feature of mine.
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Chapter 82
She shook her head in front of her mirror and patted a face wash into her face. I kept looking, waiting to see if explanation would slip out.
“I don’t think I can even stand Marcus at this point.”
any more
Her statement got my full attention and I waited patiently for something else like a dog waiting at his owner’s table for some bones.
She growled a curse and the smile forming on my lips turned into a frown. When she was done with her skincare routine, she crawled into bed. “Fuck, I’m tipsy but we need this.”
We??
Need what??
Parting her thighs, she raised the silky gown to her stomach, revealing the laced g–string. In a split second, she shimmied out of her underwear and flung them to the edge of the bed.
Melissa paused and turned to the curtain and for a moment, I held my breath ‘cause I thought she sensed an unwanted presence but it wasn’t the case.
She heaved a sigh of relief and brought out her hand to the apex of her thigh. I swallowed hard, knowing my heartbeat was fast rising at this show. It was more painful than intriguing because I couldn’t hold her.
Melissa’s lip parted as her hands disappeared into her hole of pleasure. A quiet whimper escaped her lips and I bit down on my knuckles and tried to act like it wasn’t killing me.
My cock hardened in my pants and pushed against my trousers. shut my eyes and her moans filled her room softly.
She wasn’t trying to reduce her voice because she clearly lives alone and that’s one of the beautiful things about living alone.
I could hear the wetness as her fingers hammered and stimulated her. She kept going, giving a rhythmic response to the pleasure she was experiencing. Her breathing hiked and I could tell she was close but a buzz trailed her off and she frowned/ just before picking up her phone.
“Hello,” she answered the caller. “Oh no no.”
My eyes widened.
“Oh Jesus, Nate I’m fine. It was just tequila-
Nate Bisley.
“Yeah, I remember but I’m fine. If you were here you’d see.”
My erection softened and my fingers twitched as she scoffed like he just said something that made her irritated.
“You’re scared of Marcus and I don’t even get why. His policy ends at his office, not my house.”
That’s such an audacity there but she was right. Whatever power I had over their lives ended at the company. The rest do not see it but she does which makes me want to have such power over her.
“I’ll just see you at work on Monday and I hope you get it too.”
“Hmm, sure.”
She exhaled audibly as she tossed the phone to the bed. Having lost her arousal, she dropped the gown and sighed.
Darkness and silence took over and it took a few hours for her to fall asleep and for me to leave.
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