God, just thinking about it now is making me hard.
It wasn’t just the sex, though. It was everything. Being with her makes me feel like a completely different man. She makes me feel alive.
I’m so sad and angry that she has such a poor opinion of herself, though. I could kill the people who made her feel that way about herself.
Allie Carter is a beautiful, sweet young girl.
She’s too good for a dirty old man like me.
I know that I should leave her alone and let her go.
But I can’t.
I feel ashamed of myself as I cross the floor of my condo and press my finger to the small security box installed on the wall by the door. A series of three small beeps sounds to indicate that I’ve unlocked the system.
Crossing the floor again, I plop down on my couch and turn on the television. My remote has the same fingerprint scanning technology, and after unlocking it once again, the television shows four different camera angles, all cleverly hidden inside my condo.
“Rewind,” I growl into the remote. In a few seconds, I see myself waking up alone in bed. For a few minutes, nothing. Then, I see Allie’s silhouette sneaking out at four-thirty-two in the morning.
“Freeze.” The screen pauses on Allie’s lovely face in the shadows of my foyer.
“Identify,” I say to the remote. Milliseconds later, the screen in front of me displays the Lockdown logo as the software tracks Allie.
“Results identified,” the television says to me.
My heart is in my throat as I wait for the details to show up on the screen.
Allison Amanda Jean Carter, aged 20.
Daughter of James Earl Carter and Donna Jean Carter.
Resides: 1125 Northwood Bluffs Terrace, Scarsdale NY 10583
For a moment, the pain in my chest is too intense and I feel like I can’t breathe.
No, this can’t be possible. A feeling of sickness washes over me and I feel faint. Gripping the edge of the couch, I squint at the screen.
“God damn it,” I mutter under my breath as I realize the terrible truth. Allie is the daughter of none other than my rival. James Carter and I have been competing since we were both in our early twenties.
I’ve always hated him. He came from a rich family and squandered his inheritance trying to break into the security industry. We actually worked together for a brief period, but it all ended when James stole software that I had personally developed at Lockdown.
In other words, he’s a piece of shit unethical asshole.
I’ve hated him for years, but since I was never able to prove anything against him, he was never charged for his crimes.
The news feels like a punch in the gut. I can’t believe Allie – sweet, curvy Allie – is the daughter of the vilest man in the world.
I feel sick to my stomach as I switch off the television and begin pacing around the living room. Unwilling to dwell on the consequences any longer, I storm into my bedroom and change into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.
I need to go to the gym and sweat this out until I can’t feel anything anymore.
It’s all so strange. In my infatuated state, I never thought to push Allie into telling me exactly what she was doing outside my building that day. She was crying on a bench in professional clothing...what, had she been trying to get a job?
Jesus fucking Christ, I feel sick.
Not to mention the Excellence Awards. Now everything makes sense – of course she knew I’d be there. Her father probably put her up to it.
Now, I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do. Allie’s father is the one man I’d love to see thrown in the dankest of prisons.