Chapter Eleven
ALFIE
Idrop Piper off at her home after our night out. I didn’t collect her from there, but her car will be safe in the underground parking of the Callahan Tech building until Monday. Better still, it gives me an excuse to pick her up and drive her to work after the weekend has passed.
Our night of cold, brutal honesty has changed me. The realization hit me a few miles from her house, forcing me to pull into the abandoned parking lot of a strip mall and yank out my cellphone.
I scroll through my phone and find the Secret Surveillance application. Clicking on it opens various cameras – I keep it on the ones installed in my office, lest someone look over my shoulder and see something they shouldn’t.
With the click of a button, I’m not cycling through my headquarters, but instead, I’m seeing Piper’s house.
I can’t come to grips with my obsession with Piper.
She entered my life like the wrecking ball in that song, destroying my sound resolve and whittling me down into the sort of man I used to scorn.
I no longer want to fight on my lonesome.
I want her to be my partner in crime. I built my empire alone, but together we could conquer the world.
I move through the various cameras to see what’s going on in her home.
Her father’s on his feet in the living room, searching high and low for something.
The mother is nowhere to be seen, though I suspect she’s sleeping off whatever day she’s had.
Once I know the coast is clear, I settle on Piper’s bedroom.
She’d be asleep by the time I got home, and I don’t think I can make it through the weekend without seeing her one more time. I know this inspection is a filthy violation of her privacy. I’m not completely lost in the lunacy of what I’m doing.
I just don’t care about the consequences.
She’s standing in front of her wardrobe, with the black dress she wore on our date tossed across the bed.
Her body is bare, apart from a somewhat see-through purple pair of lace panties.
The camera angle cuts off just below her perfect breasts, but it doesn’t stop my cock from instantly stiffening in my pants.
Piper’s humming a rendition of Elvis Presley’s Hound Dog. She’s swaying her hips and moving to the tune playing inside her head. What I’d give to have another moment with her right now. I palm the head of my cock and my body immediately jerks in anticipation for more.
Christ, what’s become of me? So pussy-whipped I’m considering stroking off in an empty parking lot. The twisted depravity only makes me want it more.
She finds an oversized purple shirt, with a teddy bear hugging a heart, from inside her wardrobe.
She holds it between her fingers, stepping back while she quietly sings the lyrics to the song.
As she takes the first step, I’m met by the perfection of her body in full.
The smooth curves of her body sway with every movement of her hips.
The bright beaming smile on her face is almost enough to hide the yellowing bruise on her cheek.
Almost, but not quite. Without makeup on, the scarring is evident, and it sends me down a spiral of anger and hatred toward the bastard who hurt her.
Piper pulls the shirt over her head, and that’s my cue to leave. At least, it should be. I’ve seen my fill and had my fun, but even while she heads to a small corner table with a laptop on, I can’t pull myself away. I’m trapped in a disconcerting loop…
And I quickly come to realize that it’s a good thing I hadn’t logged off already.
A knock comes at Piper’s door. “Piper, get your ass out here now,” her father shouts.
Piper jumps at the sudden banging. She whips her head toward the door.
“Now!” he repeats.
By the time she’s out of her chair, I’m already in first gear and headed back toward her house.
His tone is enough to set me off, and I won’t let him touch her again.