There isn’t much on his homepage other than a few tagged photos, and a previous place of work but that won’t stop me from finding him. Taking what I can from his social media, I go about searching the internet for more information on him now that I have his full name, age and previous job.
After a couple of seconds, I come across a couple of news reports. Oh, would you look at that? A public police report, just for me to have a look at.
Such a shame, Leroy. If you hadn't opened your stupid mouth, I wouldn’t have to do this.
I take a quick look at the news report and scroll down to find a photographed picture of Leroy. He’s wearing a measly black suit, his face weathered and aged as he’s escorted out of a courthouse.
“What have you been up to, Leroy?” I mutter to myself before taking another sip of coffee, then I continue my investigation.
It seems to me that little Leroy couldn’t keep his hands to himself, or his puny dick for that matter. He was fired from his old job after sexually assaulting a woman who worked alongside him, he then went onto rape her after she reported the attack.
I tut. “Stupid, stupid man.” Anger floods my system the further I read into the story, a sour sickness settling in my stomach at what that poor woman went through.
Every woman deserves to feel safe, regardless of where they work, what they choose to wear or what they do in their daily lives. No means no. End of story.
Clicking off the news report, I head over to the police report instead to see if I can find his address. Usually I wouldn’t go this far, I’d entice them in through the dating app, sweet talk them a little bit and then get them to come back to my place but this time it’s different, Leroy has stepped onto my turf. He’s put himself on my radar with his disgusting threats.
What happened to hello? Or asking how I am? Not straight up wanting to raw-dog my ass.
Kincaid would never.
Speaking of the mystery man, I have no idea what he’s planned or where we’ll be going, but I’m just happy to be in his presence. I’ll have to see Leroy at some point afterwards.
Once I’ve located his address, which isn’t that far from here– a scary thought I know, I make a note of it and shut the laptop down.
Kincaid won’t be here for a couple of hours but I’m nothing if not a well prepared woman, so it’s off to the bathroom I go.
Am I sweating? I think I’m sweating, in fact I know I am. What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s not like I’ve never taken a woman out or been with one before.
But this one is very much alive and kicking.
That’s true, Brynne is very muchalive.There’s a beating heart inside her chest, warm blood running through her veins and the thought of that should disgust me. It should have me calling this whole dinner thing off but it doesn’t. She’s changing something inside of me, worming her way into my system like a virus.
I saw the way her eyes glowed. I felt the way her breathing changed, the grip of her thighs around my waist when I admitted to fucking dead women.
It turned her on, and if Jay hadn't interrupted us, I’d have taken her right on that metal table– regardless if she played dead or not.
Brynne is the only woman I’ve wanted to keep alive. The only pussy I’ve wanted to fuck that wasn’t freezing cold.
I want her warmth. I want to feel her rich, red-wine blood seep between us as I sink into her. I want—
My phone buzzing around on the bathroom unit yanks me out of my daydream.
“What?” I snap, not bothering to look who’s calling.
“Jesus man, what’s got your panties in a twist?”
Fucking Jay. The last person I wanna be speaking to.
I roll my eyes and lean my hip against the bathroom unit. “Nothing, just busy, that's all. What did you want?” I can hear him sighing down the phone.
“Me and Kyro are going out for drinks, you coming?”
“I’m sure I just said I was busy.” I mutter. It’s like talking to a child and I’m more than ready to end this conversation already.
“Busy doing what?”
My grip tightens around the phone. I can feel my blood pressure rising with every second that passes. “Busy doing something that doesn’t involve you.” I quip, then just as I’m about to hang up, Jay speaks again.
