Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Dragging him through the bustling crowd, we stop in front of a clothing store. The mannequins in the mirror have sleek, designer apparel draped over them. From soft sweaters to sporty suit jackets, this place has it all. And I’d know, having spent hours online searching for the perfect place. The perfect outfit to drive Rex crazy.
“I’m not suited for clothes shopping,” he says, staring into the wide-open space with rows of shelves packed with clothes.
“Then how about I run in, and I’ll call you when it’s time for the try-on?”
“Now you’re talking my language,” he offers an open hand to take the bags I’ve collected so far.
“Don’t go too far,” I say, giving them over. “You’re really not gonna want to miss this.”
Rex falls into a fluffy red chair that seemingly overlooks the entire store. I start making my way through the store, picking up a bunch of different outfits. Floral summer dresses, jeans and t-shirts, pretty much anything I can get my hands on. But this is all for distraction.
My final destination is in the back of the store, tucked away in an alcove. The lingerie section, hidden from open view because of the risqué nature, and good God, do they have plenty of choices on offer. It takes me a while to find the set I know will drive Rex crazy. And along with a few others, I head back to the main floor.
Finding Rex, still sitting in the same chair, I beckon him toward me with a single finger. He comes without question, trailing close behind me until we get to the fitting rooms.
“So, you ready for the show?” I ask, guiding his eyes to the mountain of clothes in my arms.
“It’s been burning a hole in my head since you said it,” he says.
“Oh good,” I say, stepping into the small cubicle. “And I know it won’t disappoint.”
I shut the door, preparing mentally for what I’m about to do to him.
But mostly, for what he’s about to do to me.
5
REX
Iwish I could say the last fortnight was eventful. That I crafted a plan for how I could help Hailey, while keeping my own life in order.
That would be a lie.
I run a private security firm, and the job often calls for stakeouts. No one at the office has questioned me for being away this long so far, and I doubt they ever will, considering I’m usually doing some deep undercover work for a secretive employer.
It happens more often than you’d think.
“What do you think of this one?” Hailey pulls the door open and snaps me back to reality.
We’ve gone through four different outfits now. Each one, better than the last, and the trend’s continuing.
She’s wearing a light green summer dress. The bottom is puffy, while the top clings to her body and leaves nothing to the imagination. It’s a low-cut front, with deep cleavage that reaches just above her pointy nipples. She’s bra-less. I breath in slowly and puff out involuntarily through pursed lips. The bottom’s doing a lot of work to make me drool, too. It rides so high up her thighs, if she bent over to pick something up, I’d get a full shot of her pussy.
Makes me wonder if she’s wearing any panties under it.
“Fuck me,” I clear my throat. Hailey just giggles, swaying her hips from side to side. “This is the best one yet.”
“You think so?” She looks down her body.
“Know so,” I say. “As long as I’m the only one who gets to see you wearing it.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” she winks. “I’ve got one more I’m dying to show off. Are you still alright?”
“One more couldn’t hurt.” Especially if the trend continues. “Then sit tight,” she says, and shuts the door.
Alone again, my mind starts racing.
No matter how fast it goes, it always comes back to the same question: what am I doing here … with this woman?
Today, it’s standing in a woman’s changing room, hoping to see a glimpse of Hailey naked. Last night it was about staying over at her place again, for the fifth time this week. Last week it was holding onto her while she wept, wanting nothing more than to whisper sweet nothings of it’s okay, while fantasising how I’d fuck her brains out all over the house.
The answer always has to be no, but I can’t pull myself away from her. Any time I think about a life without her in it, hell, even just seeing her less, I writhe in agony like a junkie needing his next score. And when I eventually see her smiling face again, it’s like that last hit of heroin before I go straight.
She’s taken full control of me, and I’ll never be able to stop. Not until I’m dead.
And the more time I spend with her, the more I notice, I’m not the only one feeling this way.