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 oRORY 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
CARTER The sneaky little shit. When she'd told me that she would go to the club whether I went with her or not, I'd thought that her next move would be to try to sweet-talk me into allowing her go or possibly strong-arm me into going with her. Not once had the idea that she might decide to sneak out crossed my mind because I’d thought there was no way she could. Of course it hadn't crossed my mind. She barely steps out of her room without me knowing. Rory is loud—not loud enough to make me want to gouge my eyes out everytime she's in the vicinity, but definitely loud enough that I can never forget there’s someone else in the house. But apparently, I don't give Rory enough credit because she's turned out to be smarter than I initially thought she was. The first dead giveaway that she wasn't in the house anymore, was when I'd spent a whole hour in the living room downstairs and hadn't caught even a tiny glimpse of her. I could've said that she was sleeping, but Rory doesn'
CARTER “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “You!” She screams, stomping her foot like a teenager that’s not being allowed to have her way. “You’re my goddamn problem.” Her outburst draws the eyes of a few people that have left the club in hopes of finding a more discreet location to make out and they stare, curious. The glare I aim at them have them looking away immediately. “I gave you an order, Rory.” I seethe, closing the distance between us in long, measured strides. “Just one fucking order and all you had to do was follow it.” She lifts her chin in defiance but backs up until her back is plastered to the side of my car. I don’t stop until there is not a silver of space between us. Until her tightened nipples are grazing my chest through my shirt with every ragged breath she takes. Lust clouds my vision so thoroughly, I can barely make out the outline of her face through the haze. “I don’t have to follow your orders because I do not answer to you.” Her words come out
RORY I get out of the car before it can even fully stop and slam the door shut, stomping down the pathway leads to my front door. Angry doesn't even begin to describe how I feel right now. When we'd entered the car, my blood had been boiling. But with more distance he put between us and the club, the angrier I got and at this point, I'm just fucking livid. The nerve of the bastard to act like the whole thing had been a mistake when he'd basically attacked my mouth like a thirsty man having his very first taste of water after a decade. I'd let it go if not for the fact that he pretends like he doesn't want me when he actually does. He's too proud to confess that he burns for me the way I do him and it's beginning to piss me off. Lying to me when I can see the evidence in front of me is not only insulting, but disrespectful. One of such evidences is the boner he'd thrusted repe
RORY Carter’s eyes swipe across my face and I dont know what expression I wear but he curses at whatever he finds and runs an agitated hand through his hair. “The way I want you, Rory…” His throat bobs on a swallow as he looks away, giving me his features in profile. “If you knew the things I’ve thought about doing to you, the different ways I’ve imagined us together, you would not be able to look me in the eye anymore.” But I am. I am looking him in the eyes right now and I am liking everything that I'm seeing. Liquid desire pools low in my belly at the desperation with which he wants me. The longing shinning in his eyes mirrors mine and the guttural note in his voice has me clenching my thighs, trying to fight the aching emptiness I feel between my legs. I’m sore. He’s made me come. But I want him inside me with a force that rocks me. “You haven’t the slightest clue what y
RORY “Carter…” He shakes his head and makes a move to step around me, but I wrap my hand around his bicep, stopping him. He goes still as a statue. “Didn’t you listen to a thing I said? I don’t want you to avoid me.” He looks down at me with narrowed eyes filled with anger. “I have to. You’re my fucking client, Rory.” Frustration wells up inside me and I shove my hands into my hair, pulling on the strands. “Would you stop fucking bringing that up?” Carter actually ponders on this like it’s a serious question and not a rhetorical one. “Probably not,” he eventually says. The bloody conversation is pissing me off more than it is resolving anything and if that’s the case, then I’d rather not have it at all. It’s crazy because for a second back there, I’d thought we were making progress. Only for us to hit the same wall again, taking another path and still meeting the same road block. He just would
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.
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
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.