Chapter 2

"I'm Zack Murphy, the owner of the apartment on the 23rd floor. It seems a thief has entered my home. Could you come up and take a look?"

I gave the man standing in front of me a careful once-over and was taken aback.

Wasn't this the same guy who had handed me that bag of money earlier in the day to run a rather unusual errand for him?

But judging by his demeanor now, it seemed as though he didn't recognize me at all.

I decided to play along. I handed my duties over to a colleague and accompanied him to the 23rd floor.

In the apartment, there was a woman whose face struck me as uncannily familiar. It was her—the woman from this morning in the garage.

Zack wrapped an arm around her shoulder and introduced her with a casual smile. "This is my wife, Linda."

He then turned to me and said, "And this is our community's security guard, John Rayder."

Linda nodded with a light laugh, as if she too didn't recognize me.

A strange sensation enveloped me. I hadn't expected that these two were husband and wife. On second thought, perhaps this morning's incident was a playful act between the couple.

I continued to pretend not to know them.

I inspected the apartment thoroughly but found no signs of a break-in.

I reported to Zack, "I found no evidence of a burglary. Is there anything missing from your home?"

Zack shook his head, "My wife believes someone has been watching her. She's scared."

Before he could finish his sentence, he received a phone call. With an apologetic look, he turned to me, "John, an urgent matter has come up at my company. I'm not comfortable leaving my wife alone. Could you stay here tonight?"

Before I could respond, he handed me a stack of cash and hurriedly left.

I gulped as I looked at Linda, dressed in a silk nightgown. The sight of her reminded me of the scene in the luxury car earlier that day.

Linda, however, just shyly thanked me for my help and handed me a blanket, "John, you can sleep on the sofa."

I didn't sleep well that night. The unspent desire in my heart gave me vivid dreams.

In my dream, Linda was sprawled on top of me, lifting my shirt and caressing my chest with a fascinated smile. "I've never seen such a strong man."

She lifted her nightgown, lowered her body, and rubbed against me, not missing a single spot.

She suddenly clamped her legs around my groin and began to grind against me. Lust slowly gripped my mind as I gasped for breath, my legs trembling. Was this a dream? It felt so real!

I squinted at Linda, who was lying on top of me. Her mouth was slightly open, her face close to my groin. My lower body was in her mouth, and my legs trembled from the pleasure.

I reached out and grabbed her, staring at her seductive face. Suddenly, I snapped back to reality and sat up.

This wasn't a dream!

Linda was really on top of me, the warmth of her lower body, everything that had just happened was real!

I looked at Linda in shock. Her face was flushed, and there was an unidentifiable liquid on her legs.

She met my gaze, held it for two seconds, then withdrew from me.

She said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was sleepwalking. Did I disturb you?"

I didn't dare to breathe heavily as I watched her return to normal. I stuttered, "No...no."

Linda adjusted her nightgown and returned to her room, leaving me staring blankly at her retreating figure. How could someone sleepwalk and do such a thing?

I couldn't stop thinking about it. Linda's natural demeanor didn't suggest she was lying, but the doubt lingered. Frustration gnawed at me as I stared at the closed master bedroom door, regret heavy in my chest.

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to find peace. Eventually, I gave up and went to the bathroom to relieve myself, hoping it would help me settle down.

After a restless sleep, I was jolted awake the next morning by a sudden commotion.