Sin For Me

Chapter 8 ☑️

Mason

Raindrops splattered rapidly about the windshield of my BMV as Megan and I pulled out the driveway of her former home.

The weather had taken a rather appalling turn for the worse in the short amount of time since we had first set out.

I indirectly gazed sideways at Megan. Her silence was sweltering as she nervously peered back at the horrid place. I found myself hoping she wasn't doubtful of her decision to leave. She twiddled her thumbs together—a nervous gesture, I guessed— as she lay her head against the window, and breathed a heavy sigh. I presumed it be a sigh of relief rather than of regret—she was fairly difficult to read. I was new to this form of communication. I hadn't had much practice in the field. Woman had always been only for my sexual pleasure. Until her.

Moments later, we arrived back at my place. I whipped the BMW into the driveway, halting adjacent to the security pad built into the metal gate that oversaw my property.

Soft words relished my eardrums as she finally spoke.

"Is this all really necessary?" she inquired. "Why do you need all of these fences? Who are you trying to keep out?"

She was rather persistent in probing into the personal details of my life—those in which I had no intentions of disclosing with her anytime soon. She needn't be bothered with the grimy details of my past. My past was intertwined with hers and it was too soon to bombard her of the truth of our alternate lives.

"Extra security precautions," I vaguely replied.

"When you have something as precious as I, you must be willing to protect what's yours. There's always someone, somewhere, who envies you and what you have. Those are the types of people whom would be willing to sabotage what you have. You can never be too careful."

She nodded her head, as if in agreement or understanding as I imputed the code and the gates creaked open.

Currently, she would be on a need-to-know basis only—until I could trust her with my secrets—I determined. Until she remembered me. Until she remembered US.

She needn't reveal the real me—the true version of myself that was depicted that unfortunate night.

I was a bad man, and greedy perhaps. Driven by lust and love, I had made some dreadful choices that landed me in the position of power I currently held.

An old saying depicts that the truth shall set you free— but would it set free the demons of my past?

I didn't want her running for the hills just yet...