Sin For Me

Chapter 6 ☑️

Mason

A vacant chair in Megan's apartment caught my attention, as I seated myself, awaiting her return. It was cozy enough—sleek, black leather interior, but it hardly complimented her rather bare living room.

I glanced around the scarce apartment, taking in my surroundings. I had always wondered what the inside of her apartment would look like. Many a night, I stood outside this very door, wondering if I should knock, would she have me in. But the coward inside me never carried through with it.

As I glanced around, counting the minutes until her return, I realized that it appeared as if no one lived here at all. No decorations littered the counters like in normal homes, and no pictures hung from the walls either. Her entire apartment was lifeless and dull—unlike the carefree soul I knew her to be. She had always been rather obsessive in the tidiness of her former home, which in turn, was surprising given the demeanor of her current abode. Hardly any furniture occupied the bland area, other a bright yellow flowery sofa, which positioned itself next to a modest chestnut coffee table and the leather chair in which I currently occupied.

No true sign of life existed within this apartment, other than a bulky television set that appeared to originate from the early 90's, and several takeout boxes that littered the chair next to my feet. And it was so damn cold in here! Was there a problem with the furnace too? I wondered.

My thoughts quickly vaporized as Megan reappeared, hugging several small boxes of what appeared to be clothes and toiletries. An uneasy expression plastered the contours of her beautiful face, as if she had just witnessed a ghost moments before.

She must recall the events of that night and what happened, I guessed. She must remember me! Fear coveted her beautiful face, and I wondered if she did indeed recall the events of that night—would she still stay with me? Would she change her mind and run for the hills? I hoped not.

Everything that happened that night was for her, I consoled my inner self. I had to protect her.

Her lips curled into a smile instead, instantly suppressing her inner fear. She cautiously limped over to me, handing me the boxes. Questions unasked loomed in her dark eyes, and I wondered just how much of her memory was truly lacking.

"This will do for now," she uttered. "Would you mind carrying this to your car for me, and I'll be right out?"

"Sure, I don't mind," I replied happily, masking my fears as she saw me out.

My doubts subsided as the sound of the jingle of a set of keys caught my attention, and Megan exited her apartment building.

As she shook the keys within the lock, her ass jiggled in fine tune. I couldn't help but stare, hoping she wouldn't notice. My cock twitched in place. I couldn't misguide my intentions, I realized. Her trust is what I acquired at the moment—everything else would eventually fall into place— I hoped.

Soon, Mason—in due time she'll be all yours—crawling to you, begging for it, I boasted to myself as she turned around and headed towards the car with a smile...