Bad Boy Soldier (Bad Boy 3)

"Why not just have a tail on me or something?" I asked, trying to come up with some excuse. "No bodyguards?"

"Bodyguards not work at dorm. Tail is already in place but it takes three men to do one tail, Celia."

"I still don't like it," I said. "I don't like being spied on. It's an invasion of privacy. Couldn't you just have one camera watching my door?"

"Is better this way. Someone could break into window…"

"That sounds like an excuse," I replied, my hands on my hips.

"It was only for few nights," George said, exhaling in frustration. "Now, you are here. Much safer."

I glanced around the space. "Are there cameras hidden here as well? So Hunter can watch my every move?"

"No need for cameras," George said, his voice sounding tired. "I watch. I protect."

"Well, I don’t like it."

I stomped away to the seating area and plopped down on the small sofa, upset that not only had I been surveilled, I was now a prisoner. And Hunter was going to ignore me until I came to him and asked for him to fuck me.

Like I was going to ask him to fuck me.

Not likely…

I checked my watch. It was almost nine o'clock. I had early class the next day and so I clicked on the widescreen and surfed the channels, looking for something to watch to pass the time until I was tired enough to sleep. I laughed to myself when I saw what was on AMC.

Goodfellas.

The story of my life…

Chapter 5

HUNTER

Later that night, I received a message from George.

RUSKIE5: Celia found video feed from dorm. She is not happy. Maybe you should come by. Talk to her.

Damn.

I knew she'd be mad if she discovered I'd had her dorm bugged and a hidden camera installed, but I also knew she'd never believe me when I told her it was for her own safety.

I should have gone right over and confronted her, explained things, but I decided to let it ride. She'd get over it.

Or she wouldn't. I was going to avoid the safe house as much as possible, visiting only when Celia was away. Until she came to me and asked me to fuck her, she could spend her time alone if that was what she wanted.

I was through with trying to seduce her and fed up with her resistance. I thought she wanted me. I thought, by the way her body responded to me when we had sex, that she enjoyed being with me. She orgasmed. Easily.

I’d figured I was giving her an excuse to do what she really wanted anyway, but I was wrong.

She didn't really want it. Not really.

So, that was it for me. I didn't have to coax women to fuck me. They did so because they wanted it.

That was my bottom line.

I figured if I left her alone for a while, she'd come to her senses and just fuck me the way I thought she really wanted. Instead, I felt a sense of gloom, because I'd grown used to being able to drop in and see her whenever I wanted. I enjoyed fucking her just a little too much for my own good.

I wanted her to want me back just as much.