I’ve fantasized about him at night, brought myself to climax withhis toy, yet I still haven’t been able to actually spread my legs for him and give him what he wants.
What’s wrong with me? I wouldn’t blame him if he said no. Told me to get lost and went and found himself another girl who was less of a hassle and actually put out.
Taking a deep breath, I text him back.
I’m sorry…
Slumping down on my bed, I curl up into a ball, bringing my knees to my chest. Tears are starting to fill my eyes when my phone buzzes again.
Don’t be. Tell me when and where ;)
My heart leaps, and I nearly vault out of bed as I jump with excitement. My fingers move with lightning speed as I text back.
9? You know the bridge near Mill Street?
He writes back instantly.
See you then. And be ready to run.
Mill Street,an old part of town filled with rundown buildings and vacant lots. Not the kind of place you want to be at night as a woman. But I guess that’s part of what turns me on.
As my heels click against the cracked concrete, I glance around the shadows, knowing thatsomewhereout there is Rick.
Watching, waiting for the right moment to burst out of the darkness and strike.
I haven’t even seen him yet and I’m already hot. Burning up with desire for my dream man.
I’m wearing a faux fur coat tonight. Berry may not care about me as a person, but he sure knows how to keep a closet stocked. And like the other night, I’m naked underneath.
The old bridge stretches ominously through the dark sky ahead, and as I approach, I hear the sound of young male voices.
Not good.
I’m just about to turn around when a group of four guys rounds the corner. They look like frat guys, wearing college sweatshirts and stumbling around like they’re drunk.
They spot me and instantly walk toward me. I turn, but they’re already on top of me.
“Whoa, look at this piece of ass, boys!”
“Is that fur? What are you doing down here in the slums, princess?”
“You think you’re Marilyn Monroe or something?”
My heartrate soars, beating painfully against my ribs as I turn and walk quickly away. I grab my cell and scroll quickly for Rick’s name to call him, but it’s too late.
A hand grabs my arm and yankshard.
I find myself staring into a pair of hungry, bloodshot eyes, like the eyes of a rabid dog.
“Yo, get that bitch, Jenkins,” one of his friends snorts as he wolfs down a beer.
“Oh, I’ve got something for her—”
Without warning, my attacker goes flying. There’s a crunching sound, like bone breaking, and he groans in pain, spins wildly, and falls to the ground.
Rick stands in front of me, shielding me like an immovable wall. He glares at my attackers with fire in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” he hisses to me without turning.
