I finish emailing my boss back to give him an update on my case and then I shower.
Standing under the hot water, I can’t get my mind off Chrissy. The way she looked tonight conjures up every image in my mind, and I feel bad about the thoughts I’m having, but I can’t get her out of my mind. The way she bites her lip when she’s nervous. The way her cheeks and chest turn red when she’s embarrassed. The way she holds on to her little girl with that fierce look on her face letting everyone know that no one is going to mess with her. She’s fierce and loyal and beautiful. She’s so perfect and so much better than me, but I’m not strong enough to walk away. The thought of having her in bed with me, tucked safe in my arms, with her curvy body molded next to me stops me from even thinking about giving up. It’s a mental picture I can’t get out of my mind, and I know I can’t give up on her. I won’t let myself. Whether she wants me or not, I’m not leaving until I know she’s safe.
My hand goes down between my legs, and my cock is already at half mast just thinking of her. I stroke myself once then another time before my other hand goes to the shower wall and I lean into it with a moan. The image of her in the bar, walking back toward the table with her eyes solely on me, is the only image I need to stroke myself to completion. It’s been a long time, and I’m obviously burning up in desire for Chrissy. I groan as my release shoots through my body before I lean against the wall with my head back.
Yeah, there’s not an option. Chrissy is going to be mine. I’ll make sure of it.
Chrissy
I don’t have any proof that David is harassing me. I felt weird all night last night and ended up sleeping on the floor next to Katie’s bed because I just wanted her near me. Maybe if I was at work today, I’d be able to put it out of my mind, but the fact that I'm off and Katie’s at preschool, my mind is working a hundred miles a minute. I almost kept her home with me today, but I know right now more than ever she needs her friends and stability.
Because I’m tired of sitting here, worrying myself to death, I pull out Bart’s card. I start to dial his number and can’t help but think he told me to call him if I needed anything and well, I hope he meant it.
“Chrissy, you okay?” he asks as soon as he answers the phone.
“How’d you know it was me?” I ask. I know I didn’t give him my number—not that I wouldn’t.
“I begged my sister for your number. Are you okay?” His concern makes my heart pound even harder in my chest.
“Yeah, uh, I just have a question.”
“Sure, what is it?” His voice is soft and low, and it makes me wonder if I woke him up.
“Well, I was wondering if you can tell me how to catch David so I can have proof he’s breaking into my house.”
“Is he there now?” he asks, alarmed.
“No, but I’m pretty sure he was here last night while I was out.”
“Don’t move. Lock the doors and I’ll be right there.” He hangs up, and I pull the phone from my ear and stare at it. Okay, so he’s definitely worried, and that puts me even more on edge.
I already had the doors locked, but I go around the house and triple check them and the windows.
It isn’t long before I hear Bart pull up, and when I peek out the window and am sure it’s him, I open the door.
He looks amazing and smells so good I want to lean in and just inhale him.
Concern is etched on his face. “Why do you think he broke in here?”
“It’s just a feeling more than anything. But there were all kinds of things moved, and well, I don’t know. I called him, and he knew that I was out with you last night.”
Bart nods his head and opens the front door and looks at the door jamb. “Has this always been like this?”
I come around him to look. “What?” When I see it, I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand.
“There is evidence of someone picking the lock but without footage or theft to report, we don’t have a leg to stand on.”
I walk backward into the room. I can’t believe I missed that. It’s obvious the door jamb had been pried open. He was here. David broke in last night, and if he’s done it once, he’ll do it again.