Convict

“Was this the home where it all happened?” he asked.

“Nope. It was in town. The house has never been sold, and no one wants to buy it.” She shrugged. “It’s in a pretty little street that is supposed to have a lot of memories, and not a lot of bad ones. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. You’ve got to leave.”

“Sometimes it’s easier to tell a stranger something bad than someone you’ve known for years,” he said.

She shook her head. “I don’t talk about it at all.”

“Did you go see someone to talk to?”

Scarlett laughed. “Yes, I went to see someone, and I was forced to talk about it. For six years my life was a nightmare, and they thought with someone to talk to, they’d be able to understand what was going on. I was repeatedly raped, and people found it hard to understand that I didn’t want to talk about it. That all I wanted to do was to get on with my life, and keep on going because that is the easiest thing to do. Talking about it wouldn’t change what happened.”

He watched her. She finished ironing his clothes and walked toward him, placing them on his chest.

“You can leave now.”

“It’s dark out,” he said.

“Not my problem.”

He watched as she headed upstairs, not even bothering to see if he’d leave. Ryker smiled. It was going to take a lot more than that to get rid of him.

Removing his pants, he left his boxer briefs on, and made his way upstairs. He heard the shower running, so he lay down on her bed, making sure there was enough space at the side of him for her to lie down.

He didn’t have to wait long. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a large shirt.

“You’re not going to leave, are you?”

“Not yet. I’ll leave someday.” He patted the bed. “Come on, it’s time to get some sleep.”

She rolled her eyes.

He was surprised she didn’t argue as she lay down. She didn’t turn away from him, but he watched as she grabbed a book, ignoring him as she began to read.

“You know that’s rude.”

“So is outstaying your welcome, but I can’t do anything about that.”

He chuckled. “You don’t want me to leave, not really.”

“Would it even matter if I did want you to leave?”

He shook his head. “Nope.” Ryker liked her.

She tutted. “Then I will continue to be rude, in the hope that maybe you’ll leave me alone and I can have some peace.”

This, once again, made him chuckle.

“You’re a lot more fun than any roommate I’ve ever had.”

“Just keep on reminding me that you’ve been inside, and that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” She rolled her eyes, and he watched her read. She was a beautiful woman, and he liked to watch her.

It was refreshing to feel this relaxed near a woman.

****

One week later

Ryker, The Convict, as Scarlett kept referring him to in her mind, still hadn’t left. Sitting on her back porch step, she watched as he mowed her lawn. She’d been heading to do that this morning, but when she got to the job, she found he’d already started. In fact, over the past week, she’d noticed he did a lot of jobs around the house, and she wasn’t ungrateful for it either; far from it.

She could afford to get anyone to come and repair her place. All it would take was a call to her father and someone would be there. That was the kind of relationship she had with her father. He didn’t want to have to deal with anything else, but he liked throwing money at her when she needed it. She didn’t mind as it kept him out of her business. She’d never been close to her father, and hadn’t wanted to start. Of course, he would randomly stop by when he felt like it to see her. The visits were always short, which was why she didn’t mind them.

Oh, well.

It had taken her a great deal of time, but she lived with what happened to her. No one wanted anything to do with her, and she was more than fine with that.

Ryker stopped, and she watched as he lifted his arm up and wiped some sweat from his brow. The way his body looked with his thick, inked muscles, Scarlett was a little startled by the sudden pull within her. Her pussy grew slick, and need coursed through every single nerve inside her. She didn’t know what to do as nothing like this had ever happened before. She’d never been sexually attracted to anyone.

He left the mower and walked toward her. “This for me?”

Words failed her, and she simply nodded.

This man had gone to prison.

He still should be in prison.

No one had come for him, not that she imagined they would. A lot of people ignored her, and chose not to come anywhere near the forest. This was one of the reasons she’d picked this place. The previous owner had said if she was looking for a social life, then she needed to find somewhere else. This cabin home was for people who didn’t like the outside world, and she was more than happy with that.