Chapter Seventeen
How had I gotten myself into this mess? I cursed my occupational curiosity and dogged nature for what felt like the thousandth time.
Why couldn’t I have been satisfied with just dropping this conspiracy like Agent Roberts had told me to?
Fuck my determination. It had gotten me into some serious hot water this time.
Agent Roberts – Charlotte – was still being decidedly closed-mouthed about her secret identity, who the men she worked alongside were, and my mind was running wild with crazier and crazier theories. Was she some kind of international spy? Jane Bond? I didn’t know and it was driving me crazy.
I didn’t do well with being cooped up, especially when there was nothing to occupy my time, and the cracks had long since begun to show. Charlotte was getting on my last nerve and she knew it. A loud crunch splintered the silence and a muscle ticked in my jaw.
“Do you have to eat so loudly?” I muttered, eyes fixed on the street below as I gazed out of the window. This was the only way to pass the time most days, people watching from three storeys up.
Charlotte didn’t reply outside of the crinkling of the packet in her hands.
I glanced across at her just in time to see her plucking an M it wasn’t going to be anything other than quick.
I jumped beneath the water, tepid and no more than a dribble as usual, and got to wetting my body before grasping my cock.
I stroked it, the flesh hardening swiftly, but contrary to what I had expected, release was slow to build.
I wanted this, needed it, and yet I couldn’t seem to get the knowledge of Charlotte being in the next room out of my head.
I didn’t have time on my side here. If I took too long, she would start to get suspicious.
My heart pounded in my ears, body tense.
“Fuck,” I hissed, fisting my cock faster still. “Come on…”
How long had it been? It felt like an age.
I was hard, aching to come, and yet my traitorous mind refused to cooperate with me.
I couldn’t shake the fear of discovery, couldn’t get out of my head and relax enough to climax.
With a frustrated groan, I abandoned my cock and slammed my fist against the tiled wall.
This was too much. How much longer was I expected to withstand this?
I squirted some shampoo into my palm and scrubbed it through my hair forcefully.
The sooner we got out of here, the better— A cold slither of dread encased my body.
No, once this mission was done, what would happen next?
Surely life couldn’t just return to normal? I knew too much.
Thoughts of what might happen to me after Keller was dealt with extinguished my arousal swiftly.
I was so eager to get out of this hotel room, but if I had any sense, I’d be praying for it to last as long as possible.
Was this to be the way I spent my last days?
Miserable and having a sad, failed wank in a grubby shower? Fuck, that was depressing.
I turned the water off and dried myself, pondering the future.
I had no family – no wife, no kids, both parents had passed – who would even notice I was gone when Charlotte decided I was a loose end that needed tying up?
My stomach churned. I may not have known the details about this secret organisation Charlotte was a part of, but I knew how these things went.
I was a liability and I couldn’t be allowed to live knowing everything I knew. Risks like me had to be neutralised.
I hurriedly redressed and burst from the bathroom, a fire burning in my chest. I had to speak with Charlotte. I had to convince her to let me live, that I could be of some use, that I—
“Jesus Christ!” Charlotte squealed, leaping up from the bed.
I froze. My mind shunted, slowly piecing together everything I had just seen.
Charlotte. She’d been on her belly, phone in hand just as I had left her.
I hadn’t seen the screen clearly, but I was sure she’d been looking at something lewd – a man, naked and bound.
Those shapely thighs I was obsessed with had been spread, fingers playing between them.
Charlotte. Charlotte had been touching herself whilst I had been trying to do the same in the shower. Fuck. Fuck.