I Can't Own You? (BOOK 1)

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I'm confused; therefore, I have to be reckless too. I file onto a bus and take a seat in the back, watching the busy day outside the windows. Each stop slugs, wasting my timed schedule of being at my apartment in fifteen minutes...more like an hour in this newly fallen snow.

I left my bag and phone at Sam's place. Damn. Good thing my bus pass was in my back pocket. When my stop comes, I exit the bus, which pulls off; hissing and rumbling into the distance. I catch the light and power walk to my apartment building across the way, rubbing my cold hands together. I have no jacket on.

So smart of me...🙄 but never mind that, I have bigger problems to work out.

Firstly, I want to get my mail. Secondly, what if the dude is staking out at my place? Thirdly...well I don't wanna start on thirdly. I round the building in search of the fancy car. There is no sign of it. Hmm...if it were me; I would have parked a few blocks away. I become lost in this scenario, eyeing inactive cars down the way like a hawk. I'll try not to stay here too long.

I just need to hang out for a bit, until Sam goes to work. He's manager at Best Buy and will be working a 10-hour shift. I'll be able to go back then and work out the: "It's your move? " "What did he mean by that?"

"Talking to yourself?" A familiar voice asks...the card guy's voice. He must have just pulled up because he wasn't in the parking lot a few moments ago. I turn. The slick guy leans against his car in a grays designer coat; checking me out from my crotch to my sturdy, fake boobs. "And again...you're by yourself." He flexes his jaws, his stare sensual and playful.

Oh, Jesus...he's so smooth. A dilf if I ever did see one. A few grays line his dark hair, but his face is well aged face, and lips silky. No stop, he's after me, blow off steam with another guy, not him! Walk away.

"I can handle myself." I lighten my voice. ARE YOU CRAZY??!! I feel a battle within myself. I get you're hurt and confused, but why him?!!!

"So you can fight?" He straightens up then approaches me, my eyes widen and trail his full figure. There's big dick energy all in his walk.

"Wow, you're really tall." I blush.

"I'm tall someplace else too, do you wanna see?" I lower my head bashfully, slyly eyeing his crotch again. I let my hair fall past my cheeks, god wtf man, stick to the plan, head back to Sam's warm apartment. He observes me as I think.

"Yeah...I have a boyfriend. Remember, I told you that?"

"He must not be satisfying you, you're blushing, and honey....you keep looking." My temperature skyrockets and my throat tightens, his damn voice sends shivers down my spine. It's so gruff and deep. The guy comes closer, resting the side of his face on mine. Ummm, RUN!!!! I feel his nose and breaths caress my ear...minty and warm. Out of the blue, his lips attack my neck, sucking and biting like a poisonous snake. Sizzling cum builds in my abdomen and my tucked cock hardens uncomfortably.

I stumble backward, nearly falling. "My bo-boyfriend," I stammer.

"Baby seems like you don't know what you want...I can invite you in so we can figure it out."

Bingo, I can get some information on him, use this to my advantage, maybe he'll spill the tea on where the money is from. I could play with him to get my way. I correct my stunned expression to a calm one. "Do you live around here?"

"I'm crashing there." He points up to my apartment...MOTHERFUCKER!! I feel my eye twitch; I try not to go off. Relax, go with the plan. "Let's get a drink."

"Tell me your name..." So I can add you to the fucking death note.

"James." He takes my hand and leads me to the stairs. He's pushy...and seems to be excited to see me, or just needs entertainment while he stakes out? Waiting for me...waiting to kill me. Okay, I don't have my pepper spray...what the shit?!! Think.

The new plan is to get his full name and more information on the card. Like Sam said...I play things close to the chest...so do that, okay? Be one step ahead of him. I'll get through this.

Our feet slap up the stairs; he moves the kicked down door that he busted, to the side. There are broken pieces of door atop one another, reminding me of puzzle pieces.

Omg...this will have to get physical in order to get him where I want him. Half of me wants him to bend me over and drill...but the other half is scared shitless of his hidden rage.