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Chapter 3

Chapter Three

POV: Kelly Flores

I stared at the vacant seat opposite me and my mind drifted to the guy that just left it. He would have been my type in another lifetime but all he had succeeded to do was to infuriate me with his charms and witty words.

I checked my phone again; nothing yet. There was full signal so it was either Jack didn't make it back to town  or he had some serious explaining to do. 

Shit! I slapped my forehead.

I'd totally forgotten to get a gift for Jack. I scrolled through my phone to the app I used in buying stuff and scrolled through their catalog for men's accessories.

A particular gold watch caught my eye. The price was $100,000 which showed its value. It looked like the type of stuff Jack would love so I purchased it without breaking a sweat.

The delivery would be in an hour. That would be enough time for me to drive to his apartment. I was tired of the crowd and waiting for Jace was out of it because I knew for certain she wouldn't show up.

It was obvious she had ditched me going home with Mr. Cute Smile.

I have to make a fast decision cause it's obvious I can't keep sitting in this boring party, I would rather be in my boyfriend apartment alone waiting for him than to sit one more minutes here.

I got up and left through the back door since it was less crowded. It had gotten dark outside, I checked the time which showed me it was almost 7 pm.

The drive to Jack's apartment was faster than I imagined it would be. I suspected I had driven fast without knowing because of my impatience to see him. I just wanted to melt in his arms; in the safety he brings incase he's back and if not I'll love to welcome him with a surprise when he finally did.

I walked into the building and rode the elevator to the top floor where the penthouse was located. Jack's apartment looked like the home of a bachelor movie star. I had bought the place for him not long after we started dating.

I got to the front door and fished for the keys in my compact purse. I got it out and opened the door. The place was cool compared to the heat I had just escaped from. The interior designer had taken his time in the details of the apartment. Everything spoke wealth in a cool, cozy manner.

I dropped my handbag on the fur carpet and wiggled out of my shoes as I moved around the place. There was a light coming from the room up the stairs. That was the room Jack always used. 

So he was back home after all. He had some serious explaining.

I contemplated between getting a shower first or jumping him in bed. Hmmmmm, shower. Definitely shower.

Taking off the gown was easy, then I climbed the stairs in my panties and bra. I didn't want him to see me just yet so I used the guest bathroom opposite the door to his room.

I stretched behind and unclasped my bra. My heavy tits bobbed out finally getting a much-needed taste of freedom from the strenuous day's captivity. I massaged them with tender rubs relieving some of the tension that had managed to seep into my bones. My panties came off next.

I turned on the shower. The water was cool enough to make me moan and miss the touch of my lover idling cluelessly in the other room. 

A sound drew my attention. I reduced the shower to listen to what it was but I heard nothing. I shrugged, then increased the shower once more.

A sharp scream cut through the sound of water raining on my body. I switched off the shower completely, panicking a little. What if Jack was in trouble? Terrible images flashed through my mind. It could be a burglar.

I grabbed the clean towel from the rack and dried myself as fast as I could. I heard the sound again twice while I got dressed in the spare T-shirt left there for guests with a baggy pajama pants.

By the time I was fully dressed, I was scared to make the journey to Jack's room for fear of what I might find there. I had heard the sound a couple more and I knew it wasn't Jack. My fear stemmed from what I knew I was going to find when I open the door. 

I refused to believe it and the only way to assure myself was to make the trip to Jack's room.

"Fuck it!" I wheezed.

My legs moved on their own even as I willed them to stop. My mind screamed at me to stay as far away from the door as I could.

The moans came clearer the closer I got to the door. It was opened a crack but I was already close enough to make out shadows moving through the partial opening.

"Oh, fuck. Hit me harder. Fill me with your cock!"

I heard the words as if they had been spoken directly into my ears.

My hand covered my eyes as the tears flowed from my eyes just as the waters from the shower had weaved intricate patterns down my flesh.

I opened the door...

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