Page 13 of Sweet Surrender
Another hour passed, during which I nursed the second OldFashioned cocktail I’d ordered for the night. I didn’t plan on drinking much, as soon as I was done with Trent, I was planning on paying my girl a visit.
Mygirl. Not Trent’s.
Savannah had been upset when she left work, and I wanted to checkin on her, even if she would be asleep. When she’d walked out of the diner after her shift, her watery eyes had scanned the parking lot, and her shoulders slumped in defeat before she trudged off in the freshly laid snow.
I wondered if she had remembered her car was fucked, or if shewas disappointed Brian wasn’t there to pick her up. Either way, her reaction was exactly what I wanted.
The truth was, I didn’t know whether her car was fixable or not, Ihadn’t taken it to a garage, the heap of shit had gone straight to the scrapyard.
When the time came, I wanted Savannah to have nothing and no oneto rely upon, and then I’d swoop in and give her everything.
So long as she gave me what I wanted, of course.
From a distance, I watched Savannah walk to the bus stop, doing herbest not to break down crying, and I knew it wasn’t just over the fact she no longer had her car.
Her tears followed her when she arrived home, and as I sat in my caroutside her apartment, I watched her from the hidden cameras, watching as she allowed herself a few moments of tears before wrapping herself in a blanket, and staring aimlessly at the wall.
I probably should have felt guilty for paying Harry a shit load ofmoney to sack Savannah. He didn’t want to at first, telling me she was his best waitress and worked her ass off. But like most people, pay them enough money, and their minds could be changed. Harry was no exception, and duly agreed to let her go.
My plan was finally in motion. By the end of the week, Savannahwould be carless, jobless, and facing being homeless.
From the comfort of the booth I was holed up in, I pulled my phoneout and loaded up the cameras once again to check in on Savannah. It was perfect timing to find her stripping off, ready to get into bed.
My dick instantly twitched to life at the sight.
Savannah was wearing nothing but her tiny cotton panties, similar tothe ones I had stashed away in my hotel room after I had stolen them from her.
She was rubbing moisturizer over her gorgeous body, the only luxuryshe allowed herself to have, and even then, it was a cheap moisturizer. As her hands glided over her skin, she paid extra attention to her tits, and my breath caught in my throat.
The first time I’d broken into Savannah’s apartment, the smell of thevanilla and coconut scent hit me, and my cock was hard as steel in an instant. Savannah had been fast asleep and didn’t stir as I hovered close to her, inhaling the luscious aroma.
As soon as I got back to the hotel, I’d ordered fifty tubs of the creamto be delivered to my house in Las Vegas, ready and waiting for when I brought her home.
Movement from across the bar pulled my attention away from mypersonal show.
The brunette was saying her goodbyes to a crestfallen Trent, whowatched her walk out with a scowl on his face before downing the rest of his wine and settling his tab, ready to leave.
Showtime.
Night had long since fallen, and with the recent snow, locals hadwisely opted to stay home, leaving the streets deserted. Pulling the hood up on my dark sweater, I followed Trent out of the bar, keeping to the shadows.
Not that Trent was aware of his surroundings. Whether it was fromtoo much alcohol or arrogance that no harm would come to him, he walked the few blocks home without a care in the world.
Before he could make it home though, Trent disappeared into analley. I paused to one side, and a few seconds later, the telltale sound of piss splashing against the wall rang out.
Peering round to check Trent was indisposed, it was to find him withhis back to me, one hand leaning against the wall, while the other hand held his cock.
Lost in his act, Trent didn’t hear me sneak up behind him. I slammed hisface against the brick wall, and he cried out when blood splattered against it. He tried to push back, but unlike Trent who spent his time posing in the gym rather than working out, I actually made use of the weights.
Quickly, grabbing both hands, I yanked them behind his back, doingmy best to ignore the fact that one of his hands was just touching his cock. I shoved him forward and stepped in close behind him, holding him immobile with all my strength.
For all his bullshit bravado, Trent was a little pussy who barely tried toresist my grasp.
“Please don’t hurt me,” he squealed. “My wallet is in my back pocket.”
I snorted. The fucking idiot thought I was robbing him?
Please.
