He had been so angry. Even while fucking me, he had been filled with a fury that frightened me. And exhilarated me, if I was being honest.
Honest.
Funny, that’s what caused the problems to begin with.
He had busted me in a lie. Only one of many, but it had been enough. His trust was a shaky thing and I had cracked the foundation.
Not even giving him my body had erased the doubt that had been planted in his mind.
I had been afraid.
But not just for the obvious reasons.
When faced with the possibility of his walking out of my life, I had felt frantic. Not because he was my means to an end. Not because Toxicwrath and I had concocted this very important plan that he was a central part of.
But because I didn’t want him to leave.
Because I cared about him.
I fidgeted in the hard kitchen chair, feeling the pulling ache between my legs. I could still feel him there.
The first time we had sex had been intense. His anger had made it raw.
But the times after that had been different.
I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on.
I stared at the string of code on the screen. This seemingly simple series of letters and numbers would allow me to see everything on Mason’s computer. It would give me eyes inside the FBI’s database. A simple root kit that would send me all the information I needed.
I inserted a thumb drive into the USB port and saved the program. I attached the unobtrusive device to a silver bejeweled key chain in the shape of a unicorn. It didn’t exactly scream “notorious hacker,” which was what made it so perfect.
Installing the root kit on Mason’s computer would take only minutes. I had to ensure I was given the opportunity to do what I needed to do. The program would run in the background of Mason’s computer, cataloging every keystroke. Every email. He wouldn’t know it was there. And it would send all of that information to my home computer.
I would be the proverbial fly on the wall.
The memory of Mason’s face above me made my skin heat. I wanted to crawl back into bed. To curl up beside the sleeping man who rested there. Lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
And enjoy the hours of peace before I deceived him all over again.
“I need this to be safe. You and me.”
I had made him so many promises. I planned to break every single one of them.
And that made me the worst type of person.
I couldn’t go there.
Not now.
Not when I was so close.
I saw the red message icon at the bottom of the screen and clicked on it.
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Subject: A day at the beach
Date: April 6, 2016 04:21
