Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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As I wake up, the absence of Josie in my bed sets off sirens in my mind. She's the last person I should let my guard down with, yet that's exactly what I did last night. I allowed her into my home - a place no woman outside of family has ever set foot in. And then, there were those five times I ate her pussy... It's not something I've ever done, something I never thought I'd do. But the need to taste her consumed me, driving me to indulge in her again and again.
As if that wasn't enough, there's the unsettling realization of falling asleep beside her. I'm not one to linger or nurture attachments; my lifestyle has always revolved around quick encounters devoid of emotional entanglements. Yet, somehow, she is managing to break through my carefully constructed walls, forcing me to confront feelings I've long buried beneath layers of detachment.
As I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, the sight of her backpack sends a jolt of unease through me. She hasn't left, which means she must be somewhere inside my domain, navigating its corners in solitude. The urgency to distance myself from her intensifies, a voice within me screaming that this cannot evolve into something more. This unwelcome desire to keep her close threatens the very foundation of who I am, challenging the very essence of my carefully curated existence.
I make my way towards the bathroom, hoping a shower will help clear my mind. Life has a funny way of providing clarity in unexpected ways. As I step into the shower and close the glass door, I see a tiny figure outside. Without even having to ask, I know it's her.
"Have you showered yet?" I question, trying to maintain a sense of detachment.
Her response comes swiftly, questioning how I knew it was her. A futile inquiry that highlights her naivety.
What a stupid fucking question to ask.
"Kiddo, no one's allowed in my room without my permission. But since this is where I fucked you... I figured you'd come back for your belongings." I remark as I continue with my shower.
"Yeah, I showered. I met a few of your musclemen in the kitchen. So, what do you do? Like, what is your job? I know you own nightclubs, restaurants, hotels, and things of that nature, but you also have a dark side. You killed a man in front of me, Kade." She's rather nosy, but my life as Don is none of her concern.
"Kiddo, address me as Storm from now on. Questions about my life are unnecessary for you to know," I assert firmly. The abruptness may seem cruel after our night together, but boundaries need to be set. "Get yourself dressed. I will drop you back home shortly."
She stands outside, hurt evident in her eyes through the glass door. Better she be hurt by my words than by the risks associated with knowing too much about me. "Well, then Storm. Thank you for your services last night, but I don't need you to take me back home. I can find my way home."
I turn off the water, open the shower door, and step out. I grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist as I face her. The steam from the shower envelops us like a cloak, blurring the harsh lines of reality just a little.
