“I’m going for a run.”
“At this time of night.”
“I can’t calm myself. I need to just run it off. Don’t wait up, okay?”
She leaves, and fuck, if it doesn’t drive me mad. She’s too stubborn to pander to Father. She refuses to back down and will not greet him in the way he wants to be greeted. I do it for an easy life, but she needs to pick her battles. Her argument is if she stopped fighting him, he would know something was up, so she keeps pushing, and he pushes a little more till there’s an explosion or a solution. Normally, the explosion.
I try to do damage control with my reports. There’s nothing that Vic ever does wrong. Just Father likes to keep her compliant and submissive. Yet that’s not how we were trained. I think it’s all because she’s a female. But she’s the best The Collective has, so they need to chill the fuck out.
Vic
Chapter XV
I head off for my run, but I don’t go to the park where I normally would. I head over to Jacob’s, and as I get there, I see him walking towards me down the street. I frown, but run past, not making eye contact. I slip into one of the gardens and hide around the side of the building, stepping back out when he’s gone before following him back down the street, heading towards town so I stay out of sight and keep away from any of the street lights, he hangs his head and shakes it before he walks into the bar.
“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter out.
I slip inside and see him standing talking to a group of guys when a woman stands from the booth and steps towards him, shaking his hand and leaning in and kissing his cheek. They chat for a minute, then head to another booth together.
They sit on opposite sides, which makes me relax slightly. I sit in the booth behind them, and I sit with my back to Jacob as I order a Diet Coke and some waffle fries topped with cheese and bacon. I sit and listen. I pick at the food. I’m not hungry but need an excuse to sit here for as long as they’re here. It sounds like a first date, and I breathe through my nose, trying to calm myself. It’s a good job I don’t have my gun because bitch would be getting smoked. It’s like they’re ‘getting to know each other’, so I sit back and learn everything I can about him. He talks so fondly about his parents, who are no longer alive. They connect over the fact that her mum is no longer here either. I’ve never had a mum, or dad, really, for that matter. I have Father, but he’s not a parent. I was a project, a soldier. He has no emotional attachment to me. I’m not his daughter. I’m his weapon.
They sit and chat for a good hour or so before she excuses herself and heads to the bathroom. I slide out of the booth and follow her. When I get there, she’s in the cubicle, so I stand and stare at myself in the mirror, plotting my next move. As she flushes the toilet, I start to wash my hands as she steps beside me. I make eye contact with her through the mirror, and she smiles back. It doesn’t meet her eyes, though. bitch. It’s a placating smile. She’s beautiful, tall, slim body, long, straight, bleached blonde hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. Perfectly manicured nails, plumped lips, definitely Botoxed, smart trousers with a white blouse with the top few buttons undone, showing just a hint of the curve of her breasts. She’s feminine, and she smells like wildflowers in a meadow, which makes me want to screw my nose up at the overly floral stench.
“On a date?” I ask.
“Sorry?”
“You look nice. Are you on a date?”
“Erm, yeah, first date.”
“How’s it going?”
“Sorry, do I know you?”
“No, I’ve… I’ve just been stood up. I just hoped your date was going better than mine.” I shrug.
“Oh…” She looks me up and down with a slight curve of her lip that tells me she can see why. “I’m sorry, yeah… it's going okay. He seems… nice,” she says, but nice doesn’t seem like a good thing.
“Nice, ouch!” I chuckle, trying to hide my disdain for her. She would be lucky to have Jacob, and I think I could quite easily kill her here, and no one would know…
I sigh internally. I probably shouldn’t kill her, but I really want to strangle her for thinking Jacob isn’t good enough for her. She’s the one who’s not good enough for him.
“Yeah, that sounds bad, doesn’t it…? I just don’t think he’s my type, ya know? It was a blind date; my friend set us up, and he’s just not what I would go for.”
“Well, my advice is to put him out of his misery. Call it and walk away before it gets awkward.”
“Urgh, I sound like such a bitch, but I like big guys, ya know? Someone who can, I don’t know, protect me. Make me feel precious.”
I seethe at that, protected, precious, she doesn’t deserve a man like Jacob. He’s kind, and well, I don’t know yet, but I intend to find out.
She washes her hands and leaves. I gather my racing mind and hope it doesn’t show across my face. I step out of the bathroom and head to the door, hoping I’ve done enough to put doubt in her mind and that I’ve done enough for her to leave. I wait a few minutes, and when I leave to head back to my table, Jacob is standing alone, sliding his jacket back on. She’s nowhere in sight. He stops by the guys he spoke to, shrugs, and leaves. I follow him out, feeling a little lighter, a little more in control as I follow him back home. I mean, his home. As he walks inside, I skulk around outside till he turns the downstairs light off and flicks the upstairs one on. I slip into the house with the keys I’ve had cut, and I head upstairs.
I hear the shower going in the ensuite as I tiptoe into his room. The door is cracked open, and I peer in. The steam hasn’t filled the room yet, so I can see Jacob’s lean, toned back and long legs as he’s leaning against the tiles with his shoulder. He turns to his side so I can view his profile. He’s beautiful. His eyes are closed, and he's biting his lip as my gaze flicks down his perfect body, glistening from the spray of the shower. It's only then that I realise he’s pleasuring himself. Fuck, he better not be thinking about that skank I fucked off at the bar.
As he groans, my eyes flick up to meet his face, and I bite down on my lip at the sheer ecstasy that’s spread across it. His brow is furrowed as he slowly works his shaft up and down. I stare at him and memorise every inch of him, his long, lean legs, the dusting of darker hair on his legs up to his balls where he’s all neatly trimmed, and there’s a thin happy trail witha light spattering across his chest. He starts stroking his hand slightly faster as I hear his breath hitch, and before I can stop myself, I slide my hand into my pants and start to rub, matching his every stroke.
I want to let my eyes flutter closed so I can imagine it’s him, but I can’t. I might miss him finishing, and he could get out and catch me. I pass harder over my clit as his breathing stutters. The muscles in his thighs tense, and he shudders as he cums, shooting ribbons of cum over the tiles. I grunt as I cum, and I feel so connected to him now, so entwined with him.
