lustful presence.

one week in.

her whimpers fill the room as i pull my cock out of her. "fucking hell." i mumble, knowing this was the fourth time i've made her cum. her legs shake softly as i grab my jeans, pulling them on and slipping my hoodie over her head. even though she had been on her knees for a good hour or so, parker still was able to have a vibe of innocence that lingered off of her, no matter how many times we did anything. she smiled, feeling the soft material of the hoodie on her face as i pulled it down. "it smells like you.." she says, knowing her mood was dropping gradually. "you can keep it when i leave." i say, slipping my shirt back on. i didn't see why she couldn't come with me. especially since guzman was now gone. all my problems had now faded away. "but i don't want you to leave." she says, holding onto my chest with her hands gently. i look down at her. i couldn't help but place my hands on her cheeks and kiss her softly. everything was perfect. it was fine. but i was, myself, scared to leave. what if she found someone else? i couldn't let it happen. our tongues collide and we once again fall onto the bed, my hand slipping down into her thong as i continue with my thoughts. how could i keep someone safe who wasn't even with me.

"i'm not here to talk business, i'm here to talk with what the fuck happened." my eyes looks up at my boss's, before dropping down to my cigarette. "i don't know what you're on about sir." i say in a polite tone. i wasn't lying. i didn't know what he was on about. "about the whole fucking vodka business." he belts, causing me to roll my eyes. god, i wish murder was easier. this guy's head would be off in a split second if i had the chance. i turn on my phone as his voice goes on and on. what did i have with this vodka business? and then it hit me. since the murder of guzman, i clearly had to run the vodka shit out or people would suspect something was up. "jackson!" he yells, my eyes locking with his as i stood up. "i'll sort it out." i say quickly, grabbing my jacket and making my way over to my dear brother's.

sorting out the vodka business was easy. i got the contract, delivered to the person who had ordered and i got an extra payment. next stop: parker. i had been walking the streets for a while, wondering where on earth she was as she wasn't answering my calls or texts. maybe something was terribly wrong. i went up to her front door and knocked. i waited. and waited. and waited. that's all i was doing. waiting. "fuck.. fuck shit." i yell, punching my fist into the door. where the fuck was she? i ran down the steps, running back to where my car was which was a good mile from here. i got in, driving to where she worked. maybe she had to pick up something. i got out, running inside as i called her name. "jackson?" i look over and see her, setting up a camera. "where the fuck were you? you didn't answer your phone!" i yell, walking over to her. "jackson, my phones off, i'm sorry." she says. my hand grabs her arm and pushes her, causing her to step back and put the camera down. "why have a fucking phone if you don't use it." i say in complete anger. she's scared. i can see it in her eyes. but i can't control myself. "jackson, i don't have to say shit to you." she says quickly, pushing me back into the wall. my eyes narrow along with my eyebrows. her chest raises fast, her breathing fast and heavy. she was innocent, pure and loving but parker could fight back. when she could. "fuck, parker, i'm sorry. you just tell me if you're safe. what if you were kidnapped? what if you-" she slaps me across the face hard as she yells "the only kidnapper i know is you, you fucking cunt." she grabs her bag, running out as i can't help but watch her go. come back. i say. please. i beg. i don't want anybody else but you.