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We continue walking past her building and down the three blocks to the police station. Brad follows behind us the entire way and I see his eyes narrow and harden when he sees where we’re going. I help Bianca and Naia inside and ask for one of my friends who is on the force. He appears a couple of minutes later and we follow him back to his desk.

Bianca sits there, stiff and silent, as I fill him in on what’s happening. He looks him up in his system and I’m not surprised when he tells us that this isn’t the first time that he’s stalked someone. His family is well off and his dad is a judge though so he keeps getting off.

“Do you still want to go through with this?” He asks her and I turn to look at her too. Her eyes meet mine and I can see that she’s scared and worried. She keeps her eyes on mine as she answers, “Yes.”

I sit with her while she tells them what happened on their date, how he wouldn’t take no for an answer and has been following her. I tell them about the recording devices I found in her apartment and about the footage of him at the coffee shop. I can tell that Bianca is tired after having to defend herself for hours and explain what was happening over and over. Even I wanted to hit some of the cops who questioned her and tried to make it sound like this is what she wanted. She stayed firm though and promised that it wasn’t and eventually, we have the whole story recorded and are granted a temporary restraining order. We’ll have to go to court to get a permanent one but that will have to happen on a different day.

I wrap my arm around her as I hold Naia’s leash with the other hand.

“Let’s get you home.” I say. Comforting and caring for her is now my life’s new top priority.

She just nods her head as I lead her home.

CHAPTER 7

Bianca

I leanon Bryson as he practically drags me back home. We get in the apartment and he lets Naia off her leash before he scoops me up in his arms. I rest my head against his shoulder as he carries me into my room. He sets me down on the bed before he slips my shoes off. His fingers hesitate over my pants and he looks up into my eyes, silently asking permission. I nod slightly and he snaps the button before pulling my jeans down my legs quickly. He tucks the blanket around me as soon as they’re off before he bends down and picks them off the floor. Folding and placing them on my dresser.

“Are you hungry?” He asks.

I shake my head no. “I just want to go to bed.” I say weakly.

The anxiety from seeing Brad outside my place and then the frustration and fear of being interrogated by the cops and them seeming to not believe me has completely drained me. I feel Naia jump on the bed to cuddle me as my eyes drift shut. Sleep claims me instantly but I could swear that I feel Bryson’s lips brush across my forehead before I’m under.

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Monday ismy day off at the coffee shop so I sleep in, only waking when I hear Bryson talking on the phone outside my door.

“That’s not good enough. I don’t care who his father is, he can’t keep getting away with this. I have proof that he is stalking her and there’s no way that any judge would rule that he wasn’t. There’s video from the coffee shop of him harassing her at work and I’m sure he’s on surveillance outside of her apartment building. I’ve seen him following her and I have pictures of it.”

There’s a pause and my ears strain to hear what he has to say next.

“I’ll cover the expenses. I’ve already hired the best goddamn lawyer in the city to represent her. There’s no way this prick is getting off again. I’m going to make sure that he’s locked up and he never comes near my girl again.”

His girl?My chest warms at hearing him call me that, especially when he’s being so protective. I remember the way he took care of me yesterday and how we had been flirting and teasing each other before we saw Brad. I told him things that I haven’t even shared with Aspen or Adeline.I trust him.I know that he would never hurt me. I know I’ve only known him a few weeks but there’s no denying that I’m attracted to him.

Aspen and Adeline were right. He is a good guy and there’s no way that I could ghost him after one date. I’m not even sure that I would be able to stop dating him after the first one. He gets to me like no one ever has before, worming his way into my thoughts, replacing the guys in my fantasies.

He’s attracted to me, I know, and if him calling me his girl is any indication, then he wants more than one date with me too. The question is; am I ready for that?”

CHAPTER 8

Bryson

It’s been a week since the temporary restraining order was set in place and there’s been no sign of Brad. The police are still building their case against him but with all of the evidence that I provided them, I’m sure it won’t be long before he’s arrested. There’s not much point in me still staying with Bianca. I don’t think that Brad is stupid enough to break the order or try to contact her but she hasn’t said anything about me leaving and I haven’t brought it up either.

She’s been more comfortable around me the last week. She went from occasionally teasing or flirting with me to doing it all of the time. She’s always bending over at the coffee shop when she brings me a new coffee or pastry. She pauses like that, making sure that I can see down her shirt to her ripe tits. I thought it was an accident the first time but I looked up into her eyes to see her grinning devilishly at me. She likes to brush her fingers down my arm whenever she walks past, or brush a stray lock of hair off my forehead.

She constantly finds ways to brush up against me or touch me. She’s taken to wearing thin tank tops at home without a bra on every day with sleep shorts so tight and short that they’re practically underwear. I’ve been stuck taking cold showers and jerking off every day, always picturing her beneath me as I spend into my hand.

She cuddles up next to me on the couch every night when we watch TV and it’s both the best part of my day and absolute torture. Every time I look at that damn couch, all I can see is her writhing on top of me. She likes to lay with her head on my shoulder or in my lap while I play with her blonde locks. I love feeling the silky strands slip through my fingers but hearing her moans while her mouth is that close to my cock is hell. My mind fills with dirty fantasies every time she does it.

Then there’s the flirting. She keeps making comments on my appearance; how big my arms are in my shirt or telling me my jeans make my ass look amazing. That last one always makes me blush but I can’t say that I don’t love when she says shit like that to me. I love that she notices me like that and seems to appreciate how I look. The last few days she’s moved beyond that though, turning to sexual innuendos. It started off subtly and I would have to look after her every time she said something, wondering if she meant it that way. She’s got more pointed in the last day or two though, making it obvious that she is trying to be sexual.

In short, she’s driving me out of my mind.

My dick has been in a constant state of arousal for the last week and I don’t know what to do about it. I want her, god do I want her, but I want more than just one night with her and I need to be sure that she wants that too.

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