CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ISAAC
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I’m a little angry. I hope Cassy appreciates what I’m doing for her. For us.
I killed those people. I mean, I had to.
Obviously.
First, they wouldn’t stop talking and go to bed, completely interrupting my well-thought-out plan. Then, my god, their screams when they did see me.
So fucking loud.
I waved my hands in the air like a ghost. Jesus. I’m a journalist. What is there to be scared of?
Okay, yes, I was in a prison outfit, and I did smell terrible. In my defense, I hadn’t showered in days. They could’ve factored that in before the air piercing screams.
All I wanted was something to eat, a change of clothes, and the motorbike I saw in the barn I was hiding out in.
They clearly hadn’t used it for months.
Anyone would think I wanted their firstborn fucking child.
So bang, bang, you’re dead.
Peace and fucking quiet.
They had over two hundred dollars cash on them, which worked out well. Then, after a nice long hot shower and a delicious meal, I napped on one of the beds.
That’s when I began dreaming about seeing Cassy and imagining the feel of her breast in my hand once again, sliding my hand up her thigh and getting my face between her legs. It was the first night I’d slept in a bed with privacy in years, so I took the time to pull out my erect dick and jerk off.
It wasn’t like anyone would be doing the washing up after me.
I just squirted onto the covers and imagined it was her sweet body.
God, I can’t wait to get inside her hot pussy. I’m going to make Cassy watch me as I come on her face. I hope she likes being eaten out. I plan to do it a lot.
I never got to taste her, but by this time next week she will be my wife and begging me to lick her silky folds.
But all those sweet thoughts had to wait.
My short nap wasn’t nearly enough after being on the run, so I grabbed the motorbike from the shed and hit the road around four in the morning.
An hour later I found an unlocked vehicle on the side of the road—seriously people are fucking dumb—and left them the motorbike. I’m not an asshole.
Now, I’m cruising along the highway toward Denver.
The sun is up and it’s a beautiful day. Life is good. I’m about to be a married man.
I’ve learned from the media that Cassy is a hair stylist. So proud of her. But her job now will be serving me.
My cock. My stomach. Our home. Our kids.
We will live off the grid, so if she can’t cook, I will get her some books to learn. I like the idea of hunting and feeding my family. Cassy and the kids can grow vegetables. When they go to sleep at night, we can make love under the stars.
It will be a simple life, but she will grow to enjoy it.
And to think it all started with that one little smile she gave me by the gate of her father’s house.
I knew then she was mine.
Cassy Miller. It has a nice ring to it.
“Fuck, I need to get her a ring.” I say out loud.
I chew the inside of my cheek as I think. Do I steal one or acquire some cash to buy it?
Then I laugh.
Life is good. I’m about to ask the woman I love to marry me.
After spending so much time watching her, I think I know her tastes well enough so I’ll get her something she will love.
Being a journalist had made it easy to fit into the Hollywood scene.
A camera is a great tool to watch and capture.
To zoom in on little teenage nipples. Her pretty eyes. Her freckles.
God, the number of times I’ve stroked my cock to her images. Now it’s time to have her in my arms and bed.
If she has a man in her life, he’s about to find out he was never hers. There will be punishment, of course. I don’t stand for cheating.
I smile.
While it will hurt her, ultimately it will be for both our pleasure.