His Resolution – Kisses at Midnight

It’s been agony being away from Doralee, but I had things to organize. I’ve drowned myself in work, trying to keep myself steady until I can make her completely mine. There was a lot of business to settle, here and out of town, because once I put my plans into place everything will be on hold.

I’ve done illegal things too, to access any and all information about Doralee Hinson and her family. And the more I found out, the more I knew what needed to be done.

My dick hasn’t given me a moment’s rest since that night with her in the ballroom, but I’ve held off. Not touched myself, even when I thought I would lose my mind thinking about her.

Because I want my balls heavy, full of what now belongs to her, to spread over her tits, spray down her throat and drench her womb when the time comes.

I rev the engine, watching the last few minutes tick down, anxious to put my plan into place. The agency driver happily took the twenty grand I offered to play along and let my mechanic monkey with the radiator so it would blow at just the right time on the ride to the airport. I’m a son-of-a-bitch, doing things this way, but I don’t care.

She needs to be away from all of this. The thought of her on a runway with all those eyes on her makes me crazed, let alone the thought she’s going away with those fuckers, Andre and Michael, to be peddled like a cheap concubine to the highest bidder.

I paid off anyone and everyone to get to know everything there is to know about her, and what I found out made me want to commit murder.

No idea why her father would allow his most precious prize to be treated the way Doralee has, but I’m too impatient and selfish to try to play nice and ease her away from him and that bitch of a girlfriend/psychiatrist.

The private investigators I hired followed all of them since the night of the party, while I got my life organized and ready for what comes next. I made sure I knew where Doralee was, who she was with and even paid off their domestic staff to report back to me anyone that came to see her, or anything unusual that went on when she was at home.

See, in order to have a loyal staff, you need to be loyal in return. And decent. From what I can find out, Doralee’s father used to have both those areas covered, until his wife passed away four years ago. The few members of his household staff that worked for them back then refused every offer that was made. But the way he lets his girlfriend run roughshod over everyone, well…

The newer staff members were easy pickings when it came to intel.

I’ve invaded her privacy, yes. But it’s for her own good, and one way or another she will be mine. When I want something, I get it, and I’ve never wanted anything like I want Doralee, so all bets are off. No laws or ethics will stand in the way of me making sure she’s safe and in my arms, from this day on.

My thoughts flash to my dark, innocent beauty, and the fact she’s sitting alone in the backseat of a limo, thinking she’s heading to Paris to start her new life, unaware of what that new life really will be.

It’s not runways. It’s not skimpy clothes and assholes that want to use her for her outward beauty.

My phone buzzes and I snap my eyes to the screen.

It’s the driver. When I pick up, he recites the lines I told him to memorize just in case Doralee can hear him. Nothing suspicious, it will just sound like he’s called the agency for assistance—not the crazed stalker that’s paid him 20k to sabotage her trip to the airport then sit tight for just long enough that there’s no way she will make her flight.

“Good man. Sit tight like we planned.” I reply. “Ten minutes, I’ll pull up. Remember, I work with the agency, they sent me, all above board. I’m doing them a favor because I have a private plane. Back up my story and you’ll get another ten thousand. I have a courier waiting to come drop it to you as soon as I pull away with her.”

“Yes, sir.” He answers and we click off. My heart is nearly pounding through my chest, knowing what I’m doing is fucking awful. But it’s right, and in the end I’ll make her understand somehow that this is what had to happen.

I note the time and start the final countdown to when I will pull onto the freeway.

My cock throbs harder with each minute, and by the time I floor the accelerator on the on-ramp, I think my dick must weigh ten pounds at the thought I’m about to see her.