But I stop when I see a black SUV slowing down next to me. On one side I have some stores. I slow down a little bit as the car comes to a stop.
Is it the Royal Security people? They’ve given me a wide berth since I moved in yesterday – and while I was cumming my brains out.
But it's not. A person gets out, and the sun is in my eyes so it takes me a moment to tell, but eventually I make out that its Jake.
"Well, look at what we have here," he says and I see only anger in his eyes, and all of a sudden I get uncomfortable.
"Jake, what are you doing here?" I ask, rolling me eyes at his theatrics.
"Alicia, look at my face," he says, not smiling. I look him. He’s blocking my way and advancing menacingly. Jake is no Derrick, but he’s still bigger than me. “This is how I get when I’ve been ignored for a week.”
"What are you doing here?" I ask again.
"What am I doing here? I'm here to find you," he says, grabbing my arm. My heart starts to race. What is he doing? He's my ex-boyfriend.
"I’ve been calling you nonstop for the last week," he hisses at me, "You haven’t answered or called back at all."
“You lost your privileges for me to answer your calls when you started cheating on me,” I answer back, grabbing my arm away.
"You were never planning on having sex with me were you?" he asks me, seething. "I bet you were never going to give it up to me, ever. Well I didn’t date you to get nothing out of it, so I’m going to take what's mine and you’re going to like it, you stupid bitch."
I try to pull away but Jake's too strong. I'm panicking. What are they going to do? Jake used to be my boyfriend! What's going on!
“I wanted to wait until I was ready!” I yell at him.
“Oh yeah?” he sneers. “So when I go to your apartment in the early morning and don’t see you, you’re ready now all of a sudden?”
Oh my God. Jake destroyed my apartment!
“You’ve been giving it up to someone else after kicking me out, slut?” he asks me with a sneer. “After all the time I put in, you’re spreading your legs for someone else? Fuck that, I’m taking what’s owed to me.”
I recoil in fear. He looks at me and smirks. But not the infuriatingly cute smirk of Derrick. This is a cruel smirk, filled with malice and spite. His arm tightens around me and it hurts!
"Don’t resist, or else say goodbye to that sexy body of yours, Alicia," Jake hisses at me. I look into his eyes and for the first time I see a deep reservoir of anger, poison and hate. How could I miss this side of him for so long?
This is a deserted stretch of road. I wonder even if it's worth calling out for help.
Derrick
You want to know where I was last night don't you? You want to know who His Royal Highness, with his 11-inch cock was fucking after he left the condo? It's in your head and you're trying to picture to yourself that slut that I was ravishing.
I was with a Princess all right. Her name is Princess of the Sea.
That's right. I went to the marina. To my fucking sailboat.
I'm seriously going fucking mental sitting here, staring at Daphne. I'm buying her presents, for fuck's sake.
But don't you fucking dare tell her where I've been off to, or we’ll have some fucking words. Now fuck off about why I sat there, looking at the stars, drinking scotch on my sailboat. Don't ever ask me about it again.
Besides, I need to clear my fucking head of Daphne and that was the only place to do it. It wasn’t even a whole fucking day of us living in the same apartment and I can’t get the thought of peeling her tightly clinging sundress off her gorgeous body and licking those massive fucking tits of hers. Of squeezing that fucking gorgeous ass. Of bending her over and sticking my cock deep into her. And when she starts talking to me, telling me about that fucking ex-boyfriend of hers or just conversing with me? When I find out there’s a brain inside of her head? That’s when I finally lost it.
I'm playing with fucking fire here – cavorting around with a stripper. We're looking at a scandal the size that's pretty much fucking incomprehensible.
Seeing Daphne in those black yoga pants and blue sports bra this morning has got the blood rushing to my cock like nothing else. I consider going and taking a shower and doing something about it.
But something catches my eye. Daphne, in her rush to avoid embarrassment, has forgotten to take her the panic key that Pressly gave her yesterday. A panic key is something that our security has given us. No matter where we are, as long as we're in the perimeter, anything happens, you push the panic alarm. Whether you tripped and fell, someone's trying to rob you, or you see a cat that's up in a tree, you push the panic alarm when you want security to come down.
She should have never left it.