Cadence

5. Trust issues

Nicolas:

I want her. I want to fuck her. I will have her and I will destroy her. Fuck. What is she doing to me? She wrecked my car, which I have to admit was amusing as fuck to watch. She's ruined me. Completely ruined. From her long brunette hair that I imagine wrapping around my fist every second of the day, to her deep golden eyes that look like pools of honey. Her body is a sin. Smooth curvy skin, full breasts that would fill my palms, and an ass that looks so delicious I want to take a bite. Since we were younger all I have thought about is her. Yes I bullied her, but it was the only way I could get to her. Get her to look at me. The only way I could touch her without it being obvious. My real intentions were to protect her from everything, to keep her safe in my arms. Guarded. But I can't. As long as he lives I can't. She's the forbidden fruit. As much as I want a taste I would have my tongue ripped from my throat if I tried.

So instead of being at my meeting, I'm here in the bushes that line the perimeter of her house. Watching her. Looking out for her. I'm not a creep promise. I just can't help myself. I'm obsessed. She's sitting on the stool in her kitchen looking at something in-front of her, completely ignorant to my presence. I know she can feel me watching. The way she's sitting she looks uncomfortable twiddling with the pen in her hand. I watch as she stands from her seat and grabs her phone typing away like her life depends on it. When she stops typing that's when I hear it. Music. The harsh beating of the drums tells me she's listening to Chase Atlantic. Good taste. As she bends down to grab something from the cupboard I don't miss the sight of her heart shaped ass full on display. I can see her bright pink thong through the tiny shorts she's still wearing from earlier. I readjust myself in my slacks the material already tightening against my skin. Looking back up I see her pouring herself a vodka shot and downing it without a reaction. This routine continues for five minutes until she's throwing her head back giggling like a five year old little girl. Smiling at the image I watch as she begins to sway her body to the rhythm of the song. Her tank top has risen above her belly button showcasing her toned stomach.

Pulling out my phone I snap a quick picture, saving it as a memory. I'll show it to her once we're married, so she knows exactly how much I've wanted her since the day we met. Putting the device back in my pocket I continue watching, noting how clumsy she is. She's almost tripped at least ten times. Stumbling on her feet whilst still dancing to the music blaring through the kitchen and outside the small window by the sink. Then my heart almost stops beating. She's turned so she's facing me now. Staring out of the window and in my direction. Surely she can't see me. Can she? Can she see how turned on I am from just watching her dance. I'm hidden deep in the bushes crouching so she can't see me. But she can. I know she can. An evil smirk pulls on her lips and she begins running her hands down her body straight to her shorts. In a swift quick motion they're on the floor. Fuck me. She's playing with me. Not that she knows it's me. But she's playing, like it's the best game she's every come across. Her pink thong is thin, so thin I imagine ripping it with my bare teeth, and devouring her.

Smiling again she turns around drawing a deep groan from my throat. The noise almost sounds feral. Like a beast begging to be released. This is what she does to me. This is a prime example of what this girl is capable of. Whilst she's unknowing to the fact that it's not a perverted creep sitting in these bushes but me she continues to strip in-front of the large window in her kitchen. Tempting me. Then when I think she's going to show more she grabs a knife from the rack and makes a beeline for the door. Shit.

Jumping up I run towards the wall and pull myself up and over it. Still running. No sprinting. I head for my car and jump into the seat, start the engine and race down the road. So fast that she wouldn't be able to catch a glimpse of my number plate. That was close. Looking into the rear view mirror I see her silhouette standing in the middle of the road, knife in hand just in a thong and tank top, squinting her eyes to see my car. The engine roars below me sending vibrations throughout the car. The light from the lampposts bouncing of my new windshield thanks Cadence. Being the only light in the darkness.