Dont say I didn't warn you.

Who are you?

Next day

Me and Espen spent the day roaming the streets, he was showing me all his favorite places to hangout at. Tonight he's going to make me his favorite dish.

Every time Espen is out, I have to be in the lobby with the receptionist, so no one takes me. But who would take me?...

I sat in the lobby, reading a french magazine.. pretending I know what its saying.

I look up from the magazine, to see the receptionist staring at me.

I put it down.

"Julien.. why do you always stare. You never speak." I question.

He swallowed hard and cleared his throat before speaking, "well, i'm not supposed to talk to you."

"Why?" I asked, giving a very confused look.

"He owns this building. He owns almost everything in town." I whispered, his voice was shaky, like he was afraid something was going to happen.

"He? do you mean Espen?.." I raise an eyebrow, but before Julien could answer..  Espen walks in, groceries in his hands.

He grinned that lopsided smile of his. "Come on, Catie."

I happily get up and I walk over to the steps. I glance over at Julien who looks like he's about to piss himself. If he doesnt like working here, why can't he just quit.

Espen and I walk into our apartment and he places the groceries on the counter. I watch him as he unpacks the groceries, he takes out ingredients for soup.

"What are you gonna make?" I ask, sitting ontop of the counter.

He looks up at me. "Were you talking to Julien?." he asked, his firm voice gave me goosebumps.

"Uhm, just for a moment yeah." I chuckled nervously. I looked down, but my eyes were locked on his face and body just in case he puts his hands on me.

"Don't, speak to him, mon amour." He mumbled as he grabbed a pot.

I hated that we had to act like a couple even in private. It was so annoying.

"Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows and scrunched my nose a bit.

He didnt respond, he just prepared the food.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed as I hopped off the countertop, "watch your attitude." he said.

I rolled my eyes again and plopped down on the couch, turning on the television.

I aimlessly flipped through the channels, not really paying attention to anything. My mind was elsewhere, still wrapped around everything that had happened. The smell of the food that Espen was cooking filled the room, but it only reminded me of Tom and how he would make sure I was fed even when I didnt want to eat.

After a while, Espen called me into the kitchen. I walked over to him.

"Here try this." He said softly, having a spoonful of soup out.

I put my mouth on it, the creamy taste of soup filled my mouth. "Mmm." I moaned.

"Good, right?" He asked. I nodded my head, he grabbed four pieces of toast and placed two in each bowl.

He then grabbed the bowls and headed to the balcony, I grabbed the whiskey and cups.

The cool evening air hit my face as I stepped out onto the balcony. The Eiffel tower sparkled in the distance, its lights reflecting off the river below. Espen set the bowls of soup on the small table and pulled out a chair for me.

"Sit." he said, his voice softer now.

I obliged, setting down the whiskey and cups. Espen poured us each a generous glass before sitting. I took a small sip, feeling the burn slipping down my throat.

We ate and drank, we also laughed a lot.. like i mean a lot.. so much. It was all such a blur. It quickly became dusk as well.

I laughed at a random joke he had made, and took another sip of my drink.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Espen Auclair." He said, swinging his glass in the air. I smirked.

"No... I mean, who are you? I don't know anything about you.. I don't know what you do.. I don't know how you know Tom and the others."

He set his drink down, "I- uh. I kill people for a living. Bad people. I'm not a bad person who goes down the fucking street and starts killing people y'know. I'm not like tom." he chuckled.

"Not like tom? Don't fucking say that. Tom's good. He's a good person, okay?! You don't know him!" I yelled, I got up from my seat and went back inside.

He got up to and started following me, "Catie," he grabbed my wrist, jerking me back.

"No!" I turned to face him. He looked oddly handsome right now.

His dark red eyes stared into my eyes, "Catie, I didn't mean that as in he's not a good person.. I'm sorry, i'm drunk, you're drunk.. you know I didnt mean it like that."

I sucked in my bottom lip, trying to hold myself from kiss him all over.

"Please-" I cut him off by pulling him into a kiss.

He kissed me back, he placed his hands on my waist. I deepened our kiss by wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing his head into my more.

The kiss was intoxicating, a mix of whiskey and desperation. It was if all the tension, fear, and uncertainty between us evaporated in that moment.

Espen pulled me closer, his grip tightening around my waist. We stumbled onto the bed, breaking the kiss with a giggle, my heart raced as he kissed me again, he hovered over me, is hands searched my body.

I didn't want this lovey dovey shit.

"Just fuck me!" I panted.

He smirked, "fine if thats what you want."

He quickly started undressing me, leaving me in only underwear. He took off his shirt revealing his nice slim but muscular body. He unbuckled his pants leaving himself in boxers, but he immediately threw them off too.

He flipped me on my stomach and moved my hips upward making me in a doggy position.

He immediately slid his throbbing cock in me, making me let out a loud gasp. He thrusted his hips in and out of me fast, our skin clapped against each other. My back arched as I could feel him going deeper each time, "Shit!" I moaned out. He grabbed my hair and pulled it into a makeshift ponytail, making my back arch back even more.

It hurt so bad but felt so good, "i- i'm cumming." I choked out.

"Be a good girl and hold it in." He grunted.

The room filled up with moans, grunts, and wet noises.

"I can't-" I cried out, releasing all over his dick.

I immediately laid flat, but he flipped me over and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He sat me up, and forced his large cock into my mouth.

I choked, I couldn't open my mouth wider it was too big. He face fucked the shit out of me. "Fuck j'arrive, chérie" He groaned out.

I felt his warm cream squirt down my throat, he pulled out. I coughed, moving away from him.

He looked down at me and chuckled, "Tu vas avoir des ennuis quand il découvrira ça." He grabs a bat.

I raised an eyebrow, "what?-"

Then, everything goes black.