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6
Toya
There was something up.
I could feel the hairs on my neck lift as I walked from the metro to my job. The thick crowd of workers early in the morning surrounded me. Usually, it was a mindless walk that didn’t require any alertness, and yet, something screamed at me to pay attention, and so I took a random turn down an artist street, where artists displayed their works in long glass boxes.
Glancing at the reflection I could see two men, whose gaze seemed intent on my back. Not running, but keeping a steady pace, I wondered what my reaction should be.
There were two reasons I was being followed: one, someone had discovered my little secret and had unquestionable proof that it was me, or two, they had just picked me out of a crowd of millions of women to fuck with. That wasn’t possible, but at the same instance, I had a bit of thought it could be Connor.
I hadn’t yet investigated what he’d been up to since he’d broken his promise in high school.
So, I smirked if it was him, I certainly hadn’t made my skills too obvious. He’d only been stabbed, and he’d won that fight. Quickly making my way, I exited the alleyway and entered a coffee shop right around the corner.
The thick crowd inside made it possible for me to hide in the corner and peer out the window, and it was perfect timing as the two males exited the alley way, clearly searching for me.
They were both wearing regular brown colored suits, and their faces were nondescript, perfectly forgettable.
Releasing a sigh of relief when they separated and continued down the street, I settled in thinking over my next move, and then I remembered my mother talking about baking some treats for her future step-son. Pulling my cell from my purse, I quickly text my mother. I would stop by her house to grab the apple pie she’d made so that she could meet with the wedding planner.
Finished with that, I called an Uber.
If Connor wished to see me, all he had to do was call. No, instead, if he’d sent his dogs after me, it could only mean one thing--he’d enjoyed the gift I’d sent him and wished to reward me. I smiled, but instead, it would seem that I would reward him.
It was convenient that I had a lot of sick leave from work.
Later that day, I exited the cab and stared up at the tall building. Connor lived in one of the wealthier condo structures, he had a perfect view of the Nashville sky line. I glanced around the neighborhood, and seeing no one, quickly entered the building.
It’s amusing that Connor saw me as a threat, I would have thought he’d enjoy the show. The passion and anger he’d had when he’d attacked me that day still caused a shiver to course through my body.
Even now as I stood at the door to his apartment, a basket holding a handmade apple pie, I eagerly wondered what he would do to me. After all, if he had sent men after me, then that would mean he was eager to have me in his hands.
Pressing the star, I heard the whirr of the lock, and the door opened. Entering his apartment, the first thing that caught my eyes, wasn’t the Nashville Batman building, or the crisp and clean line of the furniture lay out.
No, instead, it was Connor with his head back, shirt unbuttoned, moaning as a female knelt between his legs, giving him felatio, with long, slurping sounds. Her deep throated moans mixed with his grunts of pleasure were interesting, and I had to admit, her technique was obviously well polished, as much as her tongue was polishing his dick.
And while I didn’t necessarily feel jealous, my brow did crease in irritation. This man had always been a conundrum to me. One minute he’d be so focused on ruining my life, and the minute I showed a bit of interest in allowing it, he fled.
Thinking this over, I resumed past the couple on the couch; no point in announcing my arrival, he’d realize soon enough someone was in his apartment. Smirking at my naughty little trick, I continued on my way to the kitchen and proceeded to prep the pie for eating.
I wasn’t going to miss out on my mother’s pie. With everything wrong with the woman, she was greatest in the kitchen.
“How did you get in?”
I paused in checking the oven and pulled away. Straightening, I glanced over my shoulder at Connor. He looked red cheeked, and his eyes shined with a bit of a feverish light. Setting the oven mitts on the counter, I shrugged. “My mother gave me your code.” I motioned to the oven. “She wanted me to drop off her baked goods.”
“And you didn’t think to say no?”
Again, I wondered about Connor’s ability to think clearly and intelligently. Obviously, I hadn’t if I was standing in his kitchen. I turned around fully to look him over, from his bared toes to the lips that were pressed together so hard they’d turned white.
“I only say ‘no’ to my mom, if I deeply wish to be harassed for more than twenty-four hours.” I smiled, or at least I hoped that’s what it looked like. “I’m sure that’s the same way you feel towards your father.”
He moved towards me, closing the space between us to an uncomfortable degree. He was trying to intimidate me with his size and his narrowed eyes. “Do you think that your mommy is scarier than me?” He nearly hissed.
I lifted my chin, letting my eyes drift over his face. “…Yes.”
He released a curse and grabbed my arm. Roughly spinning me around, he pressed his hard member against my ass. “Are you testing me? Do you want to be fucked so badly that you’ve lost your fucking mind?”
