Chapter 30

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Zyler tucked his dick in his pants. Panting heavily, he leaned back in his chair, his body still ablaze with the heat of his desire. His shirt was sweaty, and his hair clung to his forehead in damp strands. With high passion, he reached for the glass of water on his desk and gulped it down, feeling the coolness soothe his parched throat.

Just as he was about to turn on the air conditioner to bring down the temperature, the door swung open, and Cole strode in, his eyes widening at the sight of his boss's disheveled appearance.

"You, okay?" Cole asked.

Zyler nodded, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Just another day at the office," he quipped, trying to hide the lingering desire that still burned within him. He silently cursed himself for letting her get under his skin so quickly.

"Why did Eric walk out of the office unharmed?" Cole wasn't questioning Zyler. He was curious to know why he let Eric leave. He stood outside of the room, listening to their conversation. This is not the Zyler he knew.

Zyler quirked a brow, "questioning my motives, Cole?" Zyler laced his fingers, questioning his right hand.

"No. I was just curious," Cole cleared his throat.

"Let's just say, Cole, that sometimes the best way to win is to let your enemy think they've won," he remarked. "I let him walk out because I want him alive," Zyler's mind is always a maze, incomprehensible. He always plays a game, with his thoughts and plans several steps ahead of everyone else. He is calculating and strategic, always thinking about the bigger picture and how to come out on top. Cole is aware of Zyler's cunning and accepts it, knowing that there are always layers to his plans that may not be immediately apparent. So, he nodded and walked out.

Zyler tried to push her out of his mind, but it was like holding back the tide. She had taken up residence in his thoughts, her presence a constant distraction from his work. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept wandering back to her, to how her body had felt against his, to the softness of her skin, the scent of her hair.

His mind went back to the first time he hid in her closet. He was bold, no doubt, but something about watching her sleep all night topped everything else he did to her.

It was a rainy day. Zyler finished his work early and reached her apartment before she could. He trudged through her apartment, memorizing all the details of her. He touched the surfaces she owned, the bed she slept on, the shower she used, and the shampoo she owned. The number of times he jerked off standing in her apartment was numerous. It had become his ritual. Only she could make him cum with just her scent.

It was one of those evenings when she came home late. Zyler was waiting for her, as he had no intention of leaving her alone. He was about to go for another beating session when the door of her apartment opened.

His heart jumped in victory. She stepped in, locking the door, and he stood there watching her do it. The room's darkness worked in his favor, his shadow blending seamlessly into the surrounding blackness. Zyler slipped into the closet as she stepped forward.

He could tell she moved closer to the closet as her intoxicating aroma hit his nose. He inhaled the wafting air, sitting in the corner. She had no idea that he was there, right before her. She moved her clothes to the side, looking for something to wear. He was close, too close. Her delicious mounds touched his lips, brushing past his nose while she stood on her toes, trying to reach the top of her closet. The urge to bite her tits made his hands itch.

Zyler fought the urge to burst out of the closet, to wrap his arms around her and claim her as his own. His breath came in ragged gasps as he bit down hard on his lip, drawing blood, anything to distract himself from the desire that threatened to consume him. He knew he could emerge from the shadows and take her instantly, but he was unwilling to shatter the twisted illusion he had created for himself -the illusion of watching her, undetected, from the darkness.

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