I started to dig.
I learned details that she had yet to tell me.
And the things she had purposefully kept secret.
Like where she worked now.
At Holt IT Solutions, a cybersecurity firm located in downtown Richmond. At least she had been honest about that.
A little more digging gave me her job title. Network security engineer.
I knew exactly what that entailed, given my history in IT.
Why would she lie about that?
I did a cursory criminal history check and came up with nothing, which was a relief.
Did I really think she was a criminal? Had we gotten to that point?
I didn’t know where to stop. How far down the hole should I go?
I stopped short of checking her tax returns. That felt like a step too far.
I already felt strangely guilty about looking into her to begin with.
But she lied.
And she hadn’t given me much of an explanation as to why.
Do I get over it?
Do I give in to the temptation to forget about all the doubts that are screaming in my brain?
Here we were, in her bedroom, my mouth on her skin, her hand wrapped tight around my throbbing cock, and I was trying to remember all the reasons I shouldn’t trust this woman.
Because every part of my body wanted her.
But…
“Mason,” Hannah moaned, arching her back as my lips latched around her nipple, pulling it between my teeth.
She had lied to me.
Over and over again.
About simple, silly things.
What bigger things is she not being honest about?
The thought jarred me. It brought me slamming back down to earth, parting through the lust-fueled haze.
I loomed over her in the dark, staring down at her on the bed. Her dark hair fanned out around her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
I had thought Hannah was everything I had been waiting for. She had fallen into my life so damn perfectly. She was easy to talk to. I found myself comfortable with her.
Now I couldn’t tell how much of it was real.
But I wanted to believe her. I was going through the steps of justification in my head.
