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Harper
What the heck am I doing? I don’t even know this man, and now I’m following him to god knows where.
I should turn around and run while I still can. But I don’t. Instead, I tail along behind him. Never letting him out of my site. I can see his huge shoulders spreading out on either side of his car seat. His thick black hair reaching all the way to the car roof.
His eyes keep flicking to the rearview mirror. I know he’s watching me.
I suck on the end of my finger. Playing with him.
“Call your mum,” I think, “tell her where you are. Give her his license plate number. For all you know he’s an ax-wielding maniac. Maybe he’s taking you back to his lair in the woods. You’ll spend the rest of your life locked in a basement. All you’ll know is pain and suffering and the physical torment of him using and abusing you."
But, I don’t call my mum. I mean, how does that conversation go?
“Hi mum, I just met a man in a parking lot and he’s told me to follow him in his car. I don’t know where I’m going. So… if you never hear from me again, here’s his license plate number and just tell the cops he’s as big as a football player and better looking than George Clooney.”
Normally, I’d call Maria. She was my only real friend. Everyone else I know moved off to go to college and then they ended up living in different cities all over the country. But me and Maria were always tight. Or at least, I thought we were. Turns out she’s a lying, cheating hussy, and I hate myself for even being tempted to call her.
A dark shadow of sadness falls over me as we pull on to drive. I’m alone now. No friends. No boyfriend. No frigging house. Just me and my car.
I hadn’t really thought about it up until now. It had been too hard. But the realization hits me like a smack in the pussy.
Some people relish the idea of a fresh start, but I just want everything back to the way it was. When I thought I had a kind, decent boyfriend. When my best friend was someone I could rely on.
Although, it turns out that was all one big fat lie, so maybe I’m better off without them.
It’s just so scary. Starting from scratch. What will I do if I fail? What will happen to me if I lose my job, or if my car gets towed while I’m at work, or if this man ties me up and keeps me as his sex slave?
I shake my head, trying to free my head of all these dark thoughts.
The man gets out of his expensive, sleek European car and opens a huge metal gate. I follow him along a gravel path. There are thick woods on either side of us. We’ve driven quite high up into the mountains surrounding the town.
A dear stops to the side of me. It stares at me for a second. Its left ear twitches towards me before it bounds off into the trees.
We drive for another few minutes, always going uphill. Further and further into the unknown. And then the trees clear, and there’s a wide valley in front of me. A huge log-cabin-style mansion sits atop a small hill.
My mouth drops open. This place is like something out of a magazine. The sun shines from behind the house. Its rays splash across the sky. Bathing the house in a bright white halo.
Trent waits for me as I park. He leans against his car with his arms folded across his broad chest. I can’t tell if he’s angry or just thinking. He’s so hard to read. But what I do know, is he’s hot as hell.
This is the first time I’ve had a chance to really look at him. It’s quite the sight. Long lean muscles. A tight, form-fitting suit. His hands are huge and tanned and there are tattoos creeping out his jacket sleeve. His hair is silver, like a wolfs. His luminous blue eyes seem to shine out of his face. Luring me to him.
“You need a hand?” he asks as I step out of the car.
“I’m fine,” I say, opening the trunk and pulling out my rucksack.
His eyebrow raises in amusement. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“So what if it is!” I say back. He may be making my pussy tremble in desire, but I’ll be damned if anyone’s going to laugh at me.
“Woah,” he steps towards me calmly with his hands raised in front of him. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I promise. I’m sorry.” He slips the rucksack from my shoulder and I don’t even put up a fight. There's something about him that’s completely disarming. Like he could ask me to get down on all fours and bark like a dog, and I’d probably get all the way to the third bark before I start to wonder why the hell I’m making such a fool of myself.
Although, I wouldn’t mind getting down on all fours for him. As long as he was right behind me. With his cock deep inside my sex.
I follow him up the steps into his house. The door opens without the use of the key.
The interior is gorgeous. Wide-open spaces. Tons of light. A fresh and inspired combination of modern design and old-style charm.
He watches me as I look around in amazement.
“I have work to do,” he says, placing my bag down on the floor. “There’s food in the fridge, there are guest bedrooms down the hall. You can choose whichever one you prefer. Have a shower. Cook something to eat. Make yourself at home.”
He goes to walk off, but I catch his arm and stop him. “Wait. Why are you doing this?”
“I told you.” he looks down at my hand and I quickly remove it. “It isn’t safe for you to be living in your car. I have plenty of space here. You’re completely welcome to stay as long as you like. Until you get yourself back on your feet. There are some ground rules, but we can go over them later.”
“That’s it?” I ask, hoping foolishly that he’d tell me he loved me and that he wants to marry me and that I can spend all my life servicing his huge cock. But who am I kidding? A man like this, with a girl like me? He’s old enough to be my dad. Not to mention the class difference. I’m living in a car. He’s living in a mansion in the woods. To him, I’m probably just like a stray cat. Give me some milk and a warm bed and then send me on my way.
“I have a call coming in from London,” he says, “I'll see you in the morning.”
