Page 22 of Fetch

A burst of liquid soaks my hand as she shudders against the wall. “Fuck… Oh shit. God. Fuck.”

I flip her around to face me and pin her to the wall. “Don’t ever ignore me again, Roxy. I know where you work. Where you live.Everythingabout you. You can’t runorhide because I’ll catch you before your feet even hit the ground.”

She fixates on my eyes, trying to see beyond the x’s that cover them through the mask. “Tell me your real name. I think it’s only fair.”

I tilt my head. “Not tonight. You’ve broken my trust, Jilly. You’ll need to earn it back.”

She bites her lip, and a blaze of fury flashes in her eyes. “Listen to me. Stay away from me. Don’t message me. Stop following me. Leave me alone. Or I’ll go to the police.”

Oh, how I do wish she could see the smile behind my mask. “And tell them what? I have every single thing that you and I have done recorded. Do you really think they’re going to believe you? Nah. Not with the record you have.”

Her eyes widen. “How do you—”

I put my finger to her lips. “Yeah, I know all about your past. The sooner you accept that you’re mine, the better. Just think of all the ways I’m going to make you cum, pretty girl.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows back her fear. “Did you kill Barry?”

Ah, so that was his name. Bryce, Barry, same douche effect. “See, I think you’re starting to get it. Now… grab your friend and go home, Roxy. It’s late, and there are too many predators in here who would love to do vile things to you. But your pussy belongs to me. Unless murder turns you on. I’d be happy to slaughter a few more for you.”

Her lip trembles, but she keeps her chin up, even though her juices continue to streak her legs. “N-No. Okay, Jack. I’ll go home.”

I caress her cheek with the back of my hand. “Thatta girl. Talk to you soon, Jilly.”

Ipull my wet hair out from under my bathrobe. I shudder as Juniper hands me a steaming cup of herbal tea. “There’s something wrong with me,” I murmur.

She flops down on the floor next to me and leans back against my couch. “How is any of this your fault?”

The memory of Jack’s hand on my thigh, his fingers expertly stroking my pussy, makes my clit throb. “I liked it. The way he touched me, the dirty things he said to me… I fuckinglovedit.”

She sighs. “Tell me again what happened.”

I close my eyes and take myself back to earlier. “He came up behind me and pushed me up against the wall. He said that he would never let me get away. It scared me, but it also turned me on. I’m sick, aren’t I? Fucking Stockholm syndrome or some shit.”

She bites her lip to hide a smirk. “Relax. I bet it’s just another game. There’s nothing wrong with you. Maybe him. But definitely not you. Did you see his face?”

I shake my head. “No,” I whisper. “He was wearing a mask… the same mask from our video chat.”

“That’s actually kind of hot. Sorry. But holy shit. It’s like he walked straight out of one of our favorite dark romance novels.” She lights up a joint, takes a puff, and hands it to me.

My cheeks heat. I take a long drag off the joint as I nod my head. “Right? Except this is real life, Juniper. He said he killed Barry. Hot or not, that’s fucked up.”

Juniper shrugs. “Meh. I mean who the fuck cares about Barry? Just go with it. He has a sexy voice and judging by the way you keep blushing, it sounds like he made you cum pretty fucking hard.”

I pinch my eyes shut and massage my temples. “Fuck. I have to block him. He’s dangerous.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “And you aren’t?”

A wave of nausea pulls at my belly. Juniper is the only one on this planet I’ve told my past to. “That was different.”

“Maybe it’s not. Jack may have had very valid reasons for killing Barry. Maybe he found out that Barry had creepy intentions toward you. Maybe—”

“Oh fuck!” I gasp. “What if Jack was at Joystick that night? That guy jumped to his death after leaving a written confession to assaulting me. You didn’t see that guy. I don’t believe for one second that he jumped. Maybe Jack was there, and he pushed him.”

Her eyes widen. “Fuck. That’s where his obsession with you started. It has to be. But if that’s the case, well, Roxy, he did you a favor. That guy got what he deserved in my opinion.”

I nod as another shudder rolls through me. “I was happy when I read that he was dead.”

She scoots over to me and drapes her arm across my shoulders. “Same. Listen, I’m going to do something really best friend worthy for you. I’ll talk to Milo and Coast and ask if they remember anything strange about that night. Maybe they saw something.”

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