James paced his apartment, his stomach in knots. One moment he had the Midas touch, the next? He was cursed with passion fingers! Everything he touched was screwed. Two lives, two girls... now he was hiding in the shadows in his own home! He carefully went over to his mobile and turned it on silent. Great! He collided with a chair and hit his knee. Damn this whole situation!
Doomed to the dark, not wanting shadows to disclose his presence, he sat gloomily on the chair, drink in hand. He had crawled from the kitchen earlier, afraid of alerting Paul if he stood and moved about freely. James couldn't even open his fridge or light a cigarette!! If Paul suspected that he in fact was home, he'd come in and get nasty. If only he had shutters or something that would block his windows entirely. "No, get the large windows for a great view!" He shouldn't have listened to the designer. Maybe...? No. A blanket would need to be attached to the window with nails or something. What if he left and went to his real home? But how? James was afraid of running into Paul in the hallway or worse at his car. What if the psycho did something to his car? Perhaps put explosives under it?
He needed to man up! Didn't he have contacts at the police? He should call in a few favours. Only how would he explain this other life? Guy to guy, mistress versus girlfriend, all sorted! James grinned.
Things were definitely looking brighter.
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Boudoir Secrets
General FictionSometimes fantasies shouldn't be acted out. A naughty, raunchy, thriller... Rated M - Boudoir Secrets 2 available but rated R Votes and Likes are anonymous - so please show your appreciation. Become a fan if you are really liking what you read and b...
