CARTER
Rory and I run in silence for the next ten minutes and it starts to become very obvious that she's tired. Her breaths are coming in short pants and her pace has slowed.I don't slow down to keep pace with her. If anything, I go faster so that she'll have to struggle to keep up with me. The stink eye she gives me when she manages to reach me tells me that she knows what I'm doing. Ask me if I care.She deserves to pay for the little stunt she pulled.The annoying thing is that even though she's not actively trying to make me suffer right now, her ass and tits are still bouncing with her movements and my raging hard-on has managed to cool down to a semi, thanks to thoughts of me taking trips to my dentist.I sight a man walking his dog on the same path as us and I move out of the way quickly because his dog is ahead of him and I don't want to bump into it. Expecting Rory to do the same, I keep on running but then stop when I reaRORYI slam my room door shut and shove my hands into my hair, so fucking pissed at Carter, I can barely see straight. How dare he try to tell me what to do? Who the hell does he think he is exactly? Trying to come up with safety measures for us when we get to the club is one thing, but flat out telling me that he is not going to allow me go is another. The audacity of that man. Telling me that he's not going to let me go as if he actually has a say. Just to prove to him that I actually can do what I want, I want to call Avery right now and ask if we can go to the club today instead and I am already reaching for my phone to do so when I remember that it's Saturday and I'm supposed to be going to my dad's for dinner. Ugh. I'm pissed at Carter for being such an ass and I'm pissed at my dad for hiring an ass to protect me. Every damn thing with the man is a fight. He can't even look at me without scowling for fucks sa
RORYMy heart hasn't stopped it's racing pace by the time I step out of the elevator into one of the floors the company uses—the floor my boss' office is on. The walk to her office is done on auto-pilot, and when I get there, I knock on the door once and wait, trying my hardest not to shift from foot to foot like a nervous teenager. I feel like I'm about to be given detention. Her "come in" is loud and toneless. Just like the song my thoughts are creating right now. "Rory," she says in that same neutral tone when I enter the office. "Please have a seat."That's when I realise that she's not alone.There are two chairs in front of the huge mahogany table opposite her chair and one of them is occupied by a beautiful woman that works on the same floor as me. Right next to me, actually.Her blonde hair is tied pack in a ponytail that swishes as she turns to look at me, her eyes following my movements. I can't qu
CARTER"You sound like you're terribly angry.""I'm not.""I'm going to take a wild guess here and say it's the girl.""It's not.""I should talk to her soon, you know. Just so that I can thank her for taking up the rather taxing job of pissing you off while I'm away." "Fuck you.""I'd take you up on that offer if I didn't know that you'd rather fuck her instead."I say nothing to that. I'm on the phone with Adam right now and he's being his usual self—an ass. I'm beyond tempted to hang up on him, but I know that he hasn't told me his reasons for calling yet, and if I do hang up, he's just going to call me back right away. He's an ass. "You're quiet." He hums and I can almost see him tapping his index finger against his bottom lip with his head cocked. "Does that mean I'm right?""It means I'm about to hang the hell up right now if you don't tell me why you're calling."
CARTER “You’re wearing two different shoes. You know that right?”Rory frowns, looks down in confusion, then her eyes grow wide. “Oh, shit. I can’t believe I went out like that. I was so distracted, I literally just shoved my feet into the nearest things I could find.” Her head falls back on a groan. “God. People must have thought I was crazy.”So, she hadn’t known. It just makes me all the more curious as to what had happened that had caused her to leave in such a hurry. I lean back against the counter and fold my hands across my chest, watching her as she hops onto the counter on the other side of the big kitchen. It takes her a few tries before she finally manages to park her ass on it.My eyes fall to her swaying legs dangling over the edge and it almost brings a smile to my lips. She’s so small.I’d deliberately stuck to this side of the kitchen, wanting to put as much space as possible between us. The more space there was
RORYToday is Friday, which means that I have a box of goodies waiting for me on my door step. I don't know how Avery does it, but she never forgets. Every Friday, she orders a bunch of pastries and has them delivered to my place. They always arrive when I'm still at work so I always come back home to them. Always. And there's just something good about knowing that I have it there waiting for me at the end of the day.I look forward to it every Friday.The excitement fuels my movements and I hurry out of the car, a smile stretching across my lips when I see the white box with the familiar company's design on it, sitting on my doormat. I bend and scoop it up just as a car door slams shut behind me. I know who it is, of course, but I won't pass up an opportunity to get my eyes on Carter—actually, I've started looking forward to it. When I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I'm thinking of going down to the kitchen to 'bump' into him bec
RORY“Oh, you’ve seen Tiago already.” Dad finally breaks the ice. He’s oblivious to what’s happening between me and Carter as he walks round the table to where Elaine, who I’m just now noticing, stands.Deliberately not meeting Carter’s eyes, I pull back from Tiago and say, “Yeah, I didn’t know he was in town.”“Just came in,” Tiago tells me, giving me a pat on my head. Now, that action is the furthest thing from sensual—no one wants a guy they’re attracted to to pat them on the head like that—but of course it’s not going to come off that way to Carter. He’ll only see what he wants to see, the power of jealousy. Plus, literally everything Tiago does is sensual. Even the ordinary act of putting food in one’s mouth is ten times sexier when he does it. I know because I’ve watched him do it several times, and no, it does absolutely nothing for me. Sadly. “He’s the reason we had to delay thirty minutes,” Elaine supplies and I nod,
RORY My first instinct is to freak the fuck out. I open my mouth to scream when a big hand clamps over it and effectively stops me from producing any sound. Whimpering into the palm, and a bit turned on—because what the hell is happening right now?—I tilt my head and look up...and up into a face that belongs to none other than Carter. Somehow, my body must have known that it had been him pulling me aside and thats why I hadn’t panicked the way I should have. Why I’m growing wet just from being dragged into a room. Maybe I need to get myself checked. The only light coming into the room is from the tiny gap between the curtains and it’s not bright enough for me to see his expression, but I don’t have to see his face to know that he is angry. The emotion is basically rolling off o
RORY To say that Carter has avoided me ever since dinner at my father’s would be a huge fucking understatement. Of course he’s been escorting me to work everyday, looming over me like a dark presence, but he only comes out of his room when he needs to grab something something from the kitchen, when he wants to go for a run, or when he goes out—which is extremely rare. I don’t see him at all and it’s starting to make me crazy. Why it eats at me so much, I’m not sure, but there are a lot of possible reasons for that. It may be because he’s the first man I’ve ever met that can resist me so thoroughly, I’d almost lost my confidence completely. It may also be because he’s such an asshole to me. It could also be because he’d made me horny as all fucks in that dark closet then all but tossed me aside like I’m a toy or object easily at his disposal. To use when he wants. Technically, he hadn’t used me. Neither of us had gotten off that day, but he’d put my hands on him, giving m
CARTERThe bucket of ice cream tumbles out of her hand, landing with a thud somewhere on my floorboard. There’s ice-cream splattered on the floor of my precious car but I can not be bothered to give a fuck right now. The only way I’m leaving Rory is if we’re surgically separated. Period. A groan rumbles up my throat when she exhales, her body going soft as she kisses me back. In the back of my head, I note that she still wants me and that her earlier display had been just that--a display. But it’s a faint thing because all I can think about is lifting that flimsy excuse of a dress out of my way and shoving home. I’ve been in a different kind of hell seeing her strutting her luscious ass around the house since the last time I had her, dying for another taste of her but knowing that the chances of me getting one was slimmer than a fucking blade. My cock is begging me to free it from the confines of my jeans but I need to make sure she’s
CARTERI’m leaning against the side of my Range, waiting for Rory to get her precious ice-cream while I keep an eye out for any potential threats because one never knows. She hadn’t been safe in her own fucking house for fucks sake, and she’s partly to blame for not letting me know that she’d seen someone in her yard. Although, knowing Rory, she probably saw someone but did everything possible to gaslight herself into believing she hadn’t seen anything. I wouldn’t put it past her. Good thing there are cameras everywhere in the house now. Her father has also gone as far as installing a code on her front gate. A code only me, Rory, and her father are privy to which means no one, try as they might, can get into the house except we buzz them in. Asides from going to work, we’ve basically been on lockdown, ordering in and spending as limited time outside as possible. It’s a sacrifice Rory has been forced to make since she’s refused to mo
RORYI zone out over the next few minutes as the four people in my living room get locked in a heated argument. It’s not deliberate. I simply cannot, for the life of me, comprehend why someone would want me dead. The shooting. What if Avery had not been there to push me out of the way that day? That bullet had sailed right past my head, missing me by mere centimeters. I’d be dead. My dad had been right. I’d thought he was being over-protective and paranoid by wanting to get me a bodyguard but he wasn’t. That bullet had been meant…for me. Oh my God. My hands are shaking so bad and my legs have become so unsteady, I have to walk away from them to sit on the couch. Fear has closed up my vocal chords, making it impossible to formulate words. Someone really is after my life. This person shot at me in public and poisoned me in my own home. Even if I try to be extra careful in public, I’m still not safe inside m
RORY The next few days are a blur of Carter following me everywhere around the house like a big, broody, sexy shadow and my father, Elaine and Avery constantly dropping by to confirm if I’m truly recovering as I claim and not just downplaying my situation to get them to stop making a fuss. I stopped taking my medication prescription last night and I feel like myself again, yet everyone insists I stay home for the remainder of the week so that Carter can monitor me for any lingering reactions. Just the thought of it is enough to have me rolling my eyes. My dad clearly has massive trust issues where I’m concerned because does he seriously believe I would lie about or try to downplay something as serious as my peanut allergy? With too much free time on my hands, I’ve resorted to making sketches of designs I’d love to see come to life. Most of the time, I sit in the living room with my head buried in my sketch
CARTER My breath catches in my throat. Caught in her gaze like this, I suddenly cannot move a muscle. Even my lungs have refused to expand to let air in. I stand there, still as a fucking statue and wait for her to say something. To relieve me of this fucking torture so that I can go back to functioning like a normal human being. But she just blinks and turns onto her other side, facing away from me. The breath I’ve been holding leaves my nostrils harshly. She’s still angry. Of course, she is. What did I expect? Pivoting, I head to my room. Sit on the bed, stare at a spot on the wall--I have no idea how long--fall back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Then I get up, whip my shirt over my head, toe off my jeans, climb onto the bed and lie face down on it. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes pass. Fuck this.
CARTER "Have you noticed anything since you moved in?" After Spencer successfully managed to calm Rory until the latter went back to sleep—although that had more to do with the pain relievers in her system than him—he'd gestured for me to meet him in the waiting area, the frown lines on his face a dead giveaway as to what he wanted to talk about. Turns out I was right. I shake my head. "Nothing out of the ordinary." Which is why I'd begun to ask myself why he really hired me in the first place. I'd started to wonder if maybe Rory was right—that she isn't actually in danger and that her father is just being paranoid, and maybe the bullet that sailed past her head had really been nothing more than an ugly coincidence. That is, until today. "You've never caught anyone loitering outside the house?" He asks. "Never seen anyone watching her too closely? All the times she's been out, she's never ha
CARTER “Carter!” I look up to find Spencer Tremaine hurrying down the mostly-empty corridor towards me. It’s the fastest I’ve ever seen the man walk, and the closer he gets to me, the better I see his appearance. His hair sticks out in all directions and his eyes are wild, panicked. The same way, I’m positive, I’d looked when I’d handed Rory over to the nurses. “Mr Tremaine.” I extend my hand to him for a handshake and as he returns it, his eyes scan the waiting area where I’ve been standing for the past few minutes as though he expects to see his daughter here. “Have you heard from the doctor?” I shake my head, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest and the panic that’s threatening to creep in. “Not yet.” Spencer exhales harshly, turns in a circle obviously out of sorts, before dropping down on one of the chairs stacked against the wall. “Where is she?” Th
RORY There’s a spring in my step as I bound up the steps leading to my front door. I stop to grab the box of goodies waiting for me right next to my door before punching in the code and going in. Avery may not see it as much but Lord knows I have come to look forward to seeing these packages on my doorstep and after a long, tiring day of work, they’re the perfect way to end the day. Funny thing though, it feels like I ate them just yesterday even though I didn’t. I couldn’t have. Dropping the box on my kitchen counter, I place my bag and phone next to it and reach for a plate, taking out two slices of cake and an extra-large burger from the box. I carry my plate and go out into the living room where Carter is sitting on one of the sofas with his laptop on his thighs, a place I’d love to be right now. As it turns out, I’m not above getting jealous of non-living things. He doesn’t look up when I enter the li
RORY The first swipe of his tongue on my pussy has my back arching and a scream tearing out of my throat. He drags his tongue all the way from my pussy lips to my ass crack and its so strange, so shocking and so fucking dirty, it blows my mind. “Oh, God. Do that again,” I moan, cupping my breasts through my top. He holds eye contact with me as he does it the second time and I mewl, pleasure pooling inside me. It takes a hold of my body until I am not myself anymore, controlling me as easily as it has possessed me. Carter’s eyes fall shut in bliss as he really starts to eat me out. He plays with my clit, stiffens his tongue and spears me with it, fucking me. He kisses me there the way he kisses my lips, thoroughly and messily, and I ride his mouth, chasing my orgasm which I can already feel building inside me. I work one hand into his hair, sifting it through the strands as he wrecks hell on me with his mouth.