I placed my ear on the door. The footsteps were louder and I heard shuffling.
There was someone in there alright and they were searching for something. I needed to get in there. I couldn't sneak up on them, the light and the creaky door would give me away. I could however just walk in. It would be so simple and efficient, the intruder would take me lightly and I would have the upper hand.
I breathed in, grabbing the knob and opened the door.
The light streamed in illuminating the room. It was quiet all of a sudden, I slipped in, stumbling a bit. It gave me a drunken look and I could use deceive the intruder.
I pushed up the door a little, allowing little light to stream in. I grabbed the desk, sitting on it mumbling and sang the lyrics to Drop the world - that was now playing from the stereo downstairs - drunkenly.
The song that Dyan imprinted in my head and right this minute her voice was singing it in my mind, her sweet, soft and entrancing voice.
I work and forever try but I'm cursed, so never mind and it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond...
Those lyrics caught my attention. That was how I felt.
I worked my ass off but I never got my recognition. The more I tried, I would eventually give up or cave in. It only got worse each time and the treasure at the end of the rainbow got farther away from me. My better times are farther and beyond, not in my range of vision. I can't imagine a genuine day, a good day. All I see are bad ones.
Sex might be emotional but only with the right person or with someone you had real feelings for. I don't feel anything for Sharona so those days we sexed were merely a pleasurable activity in which the effects wore off after a few minutes.
I heard a footstep and I slumped a bit. I heard another and then a few more, the intruder was going to attack.
I held up my hand just in time to block a paperweight as it came towards my head. I grabbed the intruder's hand twisted it and spread my legs as the paperweight fell near my crotch. I turned my body around, twisting the intruder's arm and held it between their shoulder blades.
"That was my boy you tried to crush! You know how much girls would be crying if you damaged my goods?" I asked irritated.
That bitch tried to smash my dick!
The intruder swung their foot back, I bent my knees blocking it. Their elbow landed in my stomach and I released my hold, staggering back.
The intruder swung their fist at me, I moved left dodging it and smashed my fist in their stomach. The intruder grunted and stumbled back. I pranced at him/her swinging punches, he/she blocked sloppily. I swung a right, they blocked it and I slammed my knee in their stomach.
I used my hands to give them a push in their chest. My hands came in contact with two breasts, it was a woman.
I stood there stunned for a while and she used that as an opportunity to kick after my groin. I blocked with my hands, grabbed her leg and twisted it.
Her next leg swung around to kick me, I grabbed it and she soon found herself in a wheelbarrow position.
"If you weren't so bent on damaging my dick, I would probably show you the wonders of this position," I said cheekily.
She shuffled, pulling her legs towards her body then pushing back. I stumbled back, still holding her legs and she fell onto her stomach. She pulled her legs out of my grasp before swinging them and kicking my side. I fell to the ground and in a matter of seconds, she was on top of me, trying to claw my face.
"If you wanted to ride me you could have just asked! You don't have to go all wild on me!" I yelled and she got more aggressive.
I brought up my leg, kicking her ass and sending her over my head. I grabbed her hands and she fought me off. She brought her legs over her face, trying to kick me. I blocked it, grabbing a foot and pulled her to the side. She swung her right hand hitting my chest, I grabbed it and she attacked with the left. She tilted to her left and used her right leg to kick my side.
I released her and she ran from off the floor. She ran to the window, looking over at me and mumbled something in Russian before jumping out the window.
I got up, running towards the window and I looked for her. She was gone.
"Fuck," I swore under my breath and locked the window.
Just then pain pulsed through my hand, I had been so caught up in the fight I forgot about my fist.
I opened the door, letting in more light. I cursed the fact that I didn't see her.
The slightly opened door dimly lit the room so I did not see her clearly. She was in a shirt and pants by the feel of it.
I looked over the room, it was a bit messy but nothing I couldn't fix. I quickly worked on the desk making it look like it normally did and exited.
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"Are you sure?" I asked the security guard.
"I'm sure no woman passed here fully dressed nor has any left recently," he replied. "Trust me I would know."
I looked at his black eyes, brown horseshoe styled hair and large body in a white shirt and black pants. He was in his late thirties by the looks of it, unmarried judging by the absence of a wedding band.
"No one passed here?" I asked for confirmation.
"No," he said getting irritated.
I thanked him and walked away.
The moonlight shone down on my half-naked body, my hand was bandaged and was throbbing with pain.
I walked back into the mansion and entered the living room. I am going to need the surveillance tape, maybe she snuck off through another exit.
This was just fucking great! Nicalus had the worst fucking security. They didn't even pick up on the break-in. The windows had sensors and his office was under video surveillance or was it?
I needed to get some cameras in there, finding and protecting the formula was my mission. Nicalus just fitted in because he is the only one who knew where it was.
After I find it he's not my problem anymore.
"Troy?" I turned to see Dyan with a shocked expression. "What's up with your hand?"
My eyes went to hers and I found they held a worried look. "I accidentally slammed the refrigerator door on it."
She grabbed it and looked at it.
"It's okay now. I just need to rest; I think I'm going home."
She looked up and gave a weak smile. "Sure, you should. Do mind if I follow? I would really like to talk with you."
If that wasn't an invitation to ravish her, I don't know what is and as the rake I am who am I to deny. "Sure, why not?"
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Action🥉3rd place in Action/Adventure on Writersgram Award *** He's a butler to a rich scientist. He's a ladies' man. He's an undercover agent... His job: To monitor and protect Professor Nicalus Alberstein, the first man to find the cure for cancer. Wh...