Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

dropped the phone and looked around the room. The huge wall-mounted TV looked like something I would be able to use, without too many problems. Of course, I had to search high and low for the remote. It took me twenty minutes to turn it on. I couldn’t get sound but I watched the picture. It was Casablanca. It was at the part where she walks into the bar and sees the piano player. I almost tear up, as I see her ask him to play the song they liked. Seeing the anger and the way Bogart storms across the bar to stop Sam from playing the song, makes me think of Servario.
    The look on Bogart’s face, was the same one he got. Mostly it was the fake smile, with the heartbroken eyes. Almost like his lips couldn’t convince the rest of his face, he was happy.
    I wondered if I was easy to read or if I was more stone-faced.
    I finished my glass of wine and curled into the pillows and cushions. The couch was soft. I closed my eyes, but they opened almost immediately from fear. I didn’t like being in the wide open.
    I got up and stumbled down the hall farther. I opened door after door until I reached a set of double doors.
    I opened them, instantly smelling him in the air. I searched the wall for the light switch. When I clicked it, rope lighting in the ceiling and windowsills lit the room up.
    The room was ridiculous. I couldn’t even imagine him ever needing a room like it. I closed the doors and crossed to the extra-large king-sized bed. It was made and pristine, like every inch of the unlived-in home.
    I turned to find another set of double doors. I opened them to discover the walk-in closet. It was the size of a bedroom. Ladies’ clothes, in a few different sizes, filled a tiny corner of the closet. That disturbed me. I closed the doors and looked around at the clothes. He had so many suits, it looked like it was a department store.
    I kicked my shoes off and noticed how plush the carpet was on my toes.
    I flopped onto the floor and curled up under his suits. The room smelled like him. I reached up and jerked a suit free of the hanger and laid it down, taking in deep breaths of the smell of him.
    My mind played tricks on me. It lied to me about what it would be like, if a man like Servario loved a girl like me.
    It would be more like Romeo and Juliet and less like Casablanca. We would both end up dead.
    I closed my eyes and felt safe in the small room, no one would look for me in.

Chapter Thirteen – Three’s a crowd

    I woke to a sound I didn’t recognize.
    It sounded like people but then it didn’t. It was muffled and then it was loud again, like it moved in waves. I blinked and opened the door a tiny crack. Figures moved in the dark. I heard moaning and a girl making a sound, I was certain I had made with him.
    I stopped breathing, closing the door silently.
    With it closed, I pressed my hand against the back of the hardwood and waited for my stomach to drop back down. He was having sex… in his bed… with me in the house. Did he know I was there, in the closet? Was this purposeful?
    The reality of the whole situation didn’t filter in slowly , it slammed my brain hard . I was his prisoner, his captive, his pawn. I had fooled myself into believing he might have cared about me. Instead, he was setting me up again, only this time he wanted me to hurt. I had let the mission become getting him to dominate me again, instead of finding the Burrow.
    It dawned on me that I could have stayed with Coop, Luce, and Jack. I could have made it work with them as a team finding answers. Deep down, I had wanted to come back.
    I wanted the things he made me feel, fear… anger… shame… desperation… pleasure. The pleasure was the worst.
    The rhythmic sound of the girl got louder.
    I took a breath and ignored my basic human senses, which told me not to look, and put my hand on the knob again. I wanted to see it.
    I turned the knob and opened the door a crack.
    My eyes had adjusted to the dim light, making it easier to see them. The tanned complexion of his broad back and rounded shoulders, looked stunning in the moonlight. He thrust and I could almost feel him inside of me. The door was open only wide enough for my one eye to see through, and yet, I saw it all. Her legs lifted to his shoulders, pressing against his chest to arch her hips better. He sat up, pumping wildly. The sounds escaping her intensified with the slamming of his body against, and inside, of hers. His firm, rounded ass flexed with each mighty strike as