4
Ethan
I ts late, far later than Id like to admit, and yet I find myself still in the office. My mind refuses to let go of Lark, her presence lingering in the air like an intoxicating fragrance. Shes tempting, in every sense of the word. Perfectly imperfect. A contradiction that both challenges and entices me. And most importantly, shes mine. She doesnt know it yet, but she will.
For the last month, Ive stalked her from the shadows, and showed up in the most unlikely places just to get a glance at her. Twice shes almost walked into me, but she was always in too much of a rush to notice me. But thats okay, because until now, its best she hasnt noticed me. It would be hard to explain some of the places Ive followed her.
Then again, now that Ive met her, I dont care about anything else. What does it matter if Ive been spotted outside her rundown shit place of an apartment? Or that Ive broken into said shit place and hidden cameras? It was all needed at the time.
My Little Bird deserves better; which is why I bought the building and the one shes been moved into. The second purchase took a bit longer, fucking stubborn owner needed more convincing. So I had to get some emergency renovations going until I could move her. Not that it matters now. Shes exactly where I want her, and come Monday, shell be in my office.
Ive been patient and now its almost time for my reward. Lark is about to find out that theres no escaping me.
As I sit at my desk, surrounded by the quiet hum of the empty office, my thoughts drift back to the interview. The small room I chose specifically to unsettle her. Its not our usual work environment, but a calculated choice on my part. I thrive on discomfort, on seeing how people react when theyre pushed out of their comfort zones.
I had to make sure she wouldnt crumble under the pressure, that she could keep her wits about her. And she did, she exceeded every expectation I had for her. Which is good because as my future wife, theres a lot she needs to get used to.
Our usual workstation is a stark contrast to the interrogation chamber I subjected Lark to. My office is a sanctuary of sleek design, with frosted glass walls offering a semblance of privacy without sacrificing transparency. Claires cubicle sits just outside, a neat and orderly island amidst the sea of my domain.
But its not the physical surroundings that occupy my thoughtsits Lark. Her presence fills the room even in her absence, lingering like an electric charge in the air. I cant shake the image of her from my mind. Every time she opened her mouth to answer my question, I imagined her lips parting for my cock, and it stirs at the mere thought.
Turning back to my computer, I pull up the program I need. The Infinity Solutions, with its revolutionary biometric analysis capabilities, offers a window into her psyche. As I review the data collected during the interview, I find myself captivated by the fluctuations in her body temperature, the subtle shifts in her movements betraying her inner turmoil.
Beneath that veneer of professionalism, I know theres something raw just waiting for me to unleash it. She might look and act a certain way, but her pupils dilated and her breath hitched when I licked her blood and kissed her after she was attacked. My little minx wanted itme, wanted me. She might not know yet, but Im more than happy to teach her about the parts of herself shes unknowingly denied.
As I delve deeper into the data, I cant help but wonder how deep I need to scratch the surface to show her what shes been hiding from herself. Lark consumes my thoughts, her image dancing in my mind like a flame flickering in the darkness. Its been about a month since I first laid eyes on her, walking alone in the rain, and since then, shes been all I can think about.
The clock ticking away the minutes until Monday is moving too slow, and I find myself craving her closeness again. Watching her from the shadows is no longer enough, not with the memory of her lips against mine fresh in my mind. No, I need more. So much more.
My dick twitches as I close my eyes and recall the way her blonde hair falls in cascading waves down her back, the curve of her lipsits etched into my mind like a masterpiece I cant stop admiring. Fuuuuck, those lips.
I need to see her now, to be near her, to watch over her.
Changing the window on my laptop, I watch the security cameras in her new apartment. All rooms and angles are covered, giving me an all-inclusive access to her when she thinks no one can see her.
I find Lark in the bathroom. Shes slowly peeling her clothes off, careful not to rip the dress I had Claire send over with the gift basket. If my assistant thought the request was weird, she never showed it. She deserves a fucking raise for the dress she picked and the way it hugs every single one of Larks delicious curves.
My dick stirs again when Lark is down to her panties, slowly rolling them down her legs. She bends over, giving me a perfect shot of her bubble ass and a hint of her pussy before she stands back up and gets in the shower. She sings softly to herself while lathering her body up with soap. How I fucking wish it was my hands trailing across her naked flesh. I wouldnt be able to resist her rosy nipples, though. Theyre just begging to be sucked on.
Im hard as fucking rock, and beyond tempted to rub one out while watching her. But I dont, and I wont. My cum is for Lark, and I wont waste what belongs to her. I continue to watch her as she finishes and dries herself off. Im not happy that she wraps the towel around herself, shielding her naked body from me.
When she gets into bed, I slam my laptop shut and leave the office. Its time to go visit my little obsession. Leaving the office feels like an eternity, each passing moment intensifying my longing to see Lark. Im desperate, consumed by a need to be near her. Ignoring the late hour, I slide into my car and speed towards her new apartment.
The city lights blur past me as I navigate the streets, my mind filled with thoughts of Lark. Arriving outside her building, I sit in my car, my heart pounding with anticipation. I pull out my phone and access the security cameras again, checking to see if shes asleep yet. Satisfied that the coast is clear, I slip out of the car and make my way inside.
Navigating through the dimly lit corridors, I move with practiced stealth, every fiber of my being focused on reaching Larks apartment. The hallways seem to stretch on forever, but I press on, driven by an insatiable desire to see her.
When I finally arrive at her door, I hesitate for just a moment before gently sliding my key into the lock, turning the handle and slipping inside. The apartment is shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window.
I move silently, my footsteps barely making a sound as I make my way to her bedroom. The air is thick with anticipation as I stand in the doorway, watching her sleeping form. She looks so peaceful, so vulnerable in the dim light.
With a trembling hand, I reach out and brush a lock of hair from her face, marveling at the delicate beauty before me. My heart pounds in my chest as I imagine her stirring beneath my touch, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.
Slowly, cautiously, I slide into bed beside her, my heart racing with anticipation. I imagine her turning towards me, her arms wrapping around me in a tender embrace. In my minds eye, I can almost feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, her breath soft against my skin.
For a moment, I simply lie there, drinking in the sight of her sleeping form. And then, with a sense of reckless abandon, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to me. She stirs slightly, murmuring softly in her sleep, but she doesnt wake.
As I lie there, holding her in my arms, I cant help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. In this moment, with Lark beside me, everything else fades away. She feels perfect in my arms, like she belongs there. I wish I could fall asleep here, it would be perfect. But I cant. I have to leave before she wakes up.