Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
Mack
I hear the alarm of the MaskedMack software letting me know that Sophie is online.
That is odd, she looked fit for bed. I look at the screen and at my beautiful Sophie sleeping peacefully, naked in her bed.
What? How? I wonder how this can be, when she’s clearly fast asleep.
Is there a glitch with the software? That seems unlikely.
Did she set a timer so I can see her when she’s sleeping?
How? I sit, mesmerised, as I watch my angel and admire the peaceful state she is in as her gorgeous set of tits rise and fall with her steady breathing.
I feel myself grow hard as I continue watching her, thinking of the things I am going to do to her when she is sleeping like that in my bed.
A movement by the bed catches my attention and for an insane moment I wonder if I am having an out of body experience and looking at myself in her bedroom.
A naked tall figure of a man with an erect dick is skirting the side of the bed, wearing the exact same mask that I usually wear.
I sit up straight, my mouth running dry.
I can see his intention. He’s pretending to be me.
I know it’s not Flynn or Rory by his body type alone.
They are both not home, out catching a movie - which I’d ordinarily join - but I had my girl to satisfy.
Rage boils in my blood as I blindly grab my keys, get the lift down to the basement and I’m driving with my pedal down to the floor as I speed down the road to get to my Sophie.
I pull up outside her building, disregard the parking rules and run to the lift.
My heart pounds so hard in my chest as I ascend her building.
I think I’m going to vomit. I promised to protect Sophie but instead she’s being fucked by someone who she thinks is me.
I’ve let a monster into her life, into her bed, inside of her.
My fear combines with a white hot fury. I try to pull the doors open when the lift stops at her floor.
I speed down the corridor to her apartment.
I burst through her unlocked door to hear my gorgeous girl coming to the sound of my name on her lips.
Murderous fury runs through my veins and covers everything in red.
Like an out of body experience, I watch myself turn on the light, pull the guy off Sophie’s body, his dick sliding out of my girl as I drag him off the bed and across the floor.
I hold him against the wall with my arm against his throat and tear off his mask, ready to rain down all hell on his face so he never looks like the person who walked in here again.
And then I gape at the face looking back at me.
No. It isn’t. It couldn’t be. It wouldn’t be.