For which she knew her stalker.
Contains:
Killing
Edging
Stalking
Orgasm denial
Clingy partner
Switch couple
Strong language
Obsessive character
PSA; if my story ever triggers you to leave a hate comment I won't hesitate to tell you to go suck yu...
It's December fourteen, I finally get to see my wife-to-be and fuck her the way she's supposed to get fucked.
Derrick Smith, leader of a human and sex trafficking ring. I would've killed him even if I knew he was her uncle beforehand. Sick fucking bastard. Should I tell her I'm the one that killed him? Man, fuck it.
My flight was for 10:00 am my time so 4:00 am her time, I'll be arriving at 1:00 pm her time. My flight is only nine hours so that's good. I sent Iza a text telling her I was boarding the plane now.
She'll see it when she wakes up. Sitting in first class, I got comfortable and lifted my feet slouching my body into the comfortable seat.
The stewardess did the rest for me. I would do it myself but I don't want any other woman besides Iza touching or talking to me.
I put both phones on airplane mode and then told the stewards not to disturb me because I was going to sleep. They better not wake me up for any food either, I don't want any food that didn't come from Iza.
Narration
A tall brown-skin male figure walked into the Santos office, he walked to the basement and then stopped at the closed door that needed a passcode.
Putting in the eight-digit code, the door unlocked revealing a beautiful slim woman waiting for him. "Tarell, how was it?" The female asked.
"It was alright... why didn't you tell me she was even more beautiful in person?" The person who was now known to be Tarell spoke.
The woman's attitude changed from hopeful to annoyed. "You fell for her also? Fucking bullshit, all of you people are worthless."
"Aria, I never said I did but I almost forgot what my task was when I was talking to her," Tarell said. "Then just fucking kill her!! What's so hard to kill a fat bitch?!" Aria slammed her hands on a table near her.
The male sighed and ran a hand down his face. "I've been meaning to ask, why do you want her dead? You usually tell me the reasons for other people but you haven't told me why for her as yet."
He knitted his brows looking confused and interested waiting for the answer. Aria was silent, so silent you could hear a feather drop.
"Just... just do your fucking job Tarell, do what I pay you to do. Now get out of my face." Aria said turning her back to the male.
He waved her off and then walked out.
How can she say she's jealous of another beautiful woman who is in her opinion, fat? She rather die than admit Iza is actually gorgeous, which she is.
"Fuck!" She pushed stuff off the table out of anger. "Everyone is useless. Looks like I have to do it myself but what would Papa say this time?" Aria began talking to herself.
She stormed out of the room heading to a higher ground, going to her father's room to get pampered like the spoiled brat she is.
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