Smitten by the Playboy: Bumping Into Mr. Sexy - Sex Stories

Smitten by the Playboy: Bumping Into Mr. Sexy

CHAPTER ONE His scent….I can still smell it in the coffee. I thought this was over. Done and finished with to be no more again. But these were his final words to me before I went far away from where he could follow me to. With a staid and heavily serious expression, he looked into my vigilant and alert damn eyes to tell me the harsh and cruel-like words themselves: “You think you can succeed to get away from me. The honest truth is that you can barely triumph to do anything like that. I will be there with you wherever it is that you run to. I will haunt you always and without any fail. You will not live to see the joy and happiness of life itself. I swear on this. You will not ever!” I am all alone. Everyone has already gone by now. I am still seated and fixed still here, typing and resolving out a few things that Turner will want to see finished and carried through by the dawn of the coming day, Thursday that is. Well, I should finish this up quickly and get on going my way. I probably and definitely should. I am not dragging any helplessly tired foot out of this office up till I am through and finished with the present task at hand. It is cold and chilly outside here. Midtown Las Vegas. Damn it! I forgot to carry and bring my coat with me here for work. And now I will have to suffer and pay for that silly damn mistake of mine. Crap it straight into the bin. I have no alternative than to pull through the whole nasty and excruciating ordeal. As I make my way through the ...

... restless people, I wonder what it will be like if I were to meet Charles anew. He is the monster….he has always been the monster, who won’t rest until he has devoured and consumed me up into nothingness. Oh God! Does it have to turn out like this again? Huh? I expected to find some cabs here at the Trill Manor Junction Square. Rather, I see and sight absolutely nothing at all. What does this have to mean? I take a tramcar or maybe a public train straight damn to my apartment. Schroeder must be waiting. Hard; restless like a bee that has not yet come across that valuable and precious something. I wonder why she hasn’t called me already…..I only wonder…..I call her up instead. “Hey. You have expecting me to come there?” “No. And I wouldn’t miss you if you slept out there in the cold or whatever damn shack you feel like napping your head on.” “Sorry to disappoint you. I am actually on my way there.” “Alone?” “Alone. I got from the office quite a little bit late. I thought you were supposed to process and read that on your own, or were not you, sweet babe?” “No problem, Tori. I will be waiting though. Safe journey on your part!” I make it late to the rail station. I am expecting that they have closed by now. I will have no choice but to get on a public bus. Three hours of walking? I can’t bear it anymore. I have gone on foot enough already this early morning. It is now night, and somebody with a sick and wicked mind that you don’t know might attack and assault you for no even sound ...