Chapter 46

Chapter Forty-Six

I can’t stay away from you, Beauty!

I have plenty to keep me busy, whether it’s around the house or at my boxing club. Both still need a lot of renovation work. But I can’t stay away from you. I always have to look at you, and I can’t take my eyes off you, Beauty.

That’s why I’ve been watching you all day. Ever since you read my message this morning with a big smile, even though there was an argument with your husband a little while ago, he probably wanted to know what you were up to last night. Just thinking about how wonderful you felt around my cock makes me hard again, and I have to pull myself together not to go over and fuck you in front of your girlfriend.

But you’re all mine tonight because you said yes. You’ve texted. You’re also looking forward to seeing me and are excited to see what else I can do besides looking nice and smiling sexily. Little minx… But I like the way you flirt with me, tease me, and play with me. That you do it at all and gradually shed more and more of your caution and feigned politeness. I want you for who you really are. You’re my dirty little lioness, Beauty. You want to be taken off the chain, be allowed to roar again, and use your sharp claws. Only too gladly…

You and your girlfriend are sitting in your garden, as you have done so often recently, enjoying the weather. You’re too beautiful, Beauty, in your colorful summer dress that reaches just above your knees and makes you look more respectable than you actually are. I’d like to push it up a little, and I could stroke your wet pussy and caress it with my lips. Fuck!

My cock instantly swells in my pants again, and it does so every time you’re near me, or I watch you from a distance. It’s gradually becoming a little hobby of mine to follow you everywhere and watch you live your life. I imagine myself being part of it and standing next to you at the weekly market, for example, smelling the fresh flowers you can never walk past without picking up at least one bouquet. You deserve an entire sea of them, but one step at a time…

Your beautiful laughter snaps me out of my daydream. They become more and more intense the longer I know you and can’t be with you, just as my desire for you grows. I can’t count how many times a day I have to jerk off because of you to get through the day. Just one second without you is too long. But soon, Beauty…

I peer through the small gap I’ve cut in my fence to get a perfect view of your beloved pavilion. The two of you are sitting on the wicker furniture and drinking champagne, as you always do when she visits you. You drink a little less and are more dignified than your girlfriend. I don’t like her very much because she’s exactly the kind of woman who you’d think about when someone says ‘under-fucked middle-aged woman.’ But you’re not like that. You’re different because you’re perfect.

“No, but seriously. You can’t tell me you have feelings for this young guy, can you?” your friend probes again.

You’ve been dodging this question a lot now, which has made me nervous because I want it answered just as much as your annoying girlfriend. She promised to be your alibi if you wanted to meet up with me today, which is nice, even if I can’t quite understand her reasoning yet, because Kelly is certainly many things, but not selfless. I am spellbound for your answer.

“I’m not… I don’t even know him. We have fun together, and… that’s about it.” Ouch. That hurt, Beauty.

My fists clench because I know that’s not true. You don’t want your girlfriend to know how much you already love me. Although maybe I should still take your words to heart. It’s an obvious invitation to want to know more about me. Your wish is my command, baby, even if I have to bend the truth a bit.

The six years in prison for double manslaughter, for example. Because of tampered evidence, the case was reopened, and I was subsequently released. It cost me a whole chunk of my father’s inheritance to get the case spun from inside the prison. But since I knew I’d get enough compensation for the time I served ‘innocently,’ it was worth it because I knew I’d get my life back.

“Okay. If you say so,” your friend replies with that notable undertone that says she doesn’t believe a word you say.

“Don’t do that, Kelly. I’ll take your advice to heart and enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Here’s to that,” your friend cackles, and you tip glasses as you both laugh.

It should bother me that I’m serving as your entertainment, but it doesn’t because I’m the topic of your conversations, not your self-obsessed husband. I’ll chalk that up as a victory.

I hate to take my eyes off you, Beauty, but I have preparations to make if I want to win you over today. I’m not here for a fleeting romance or a passing adventure. I want it all. I want you, and only you. Even if it means being more patient than I ever thought I could be, I’m convinced that I’m the one for you. And you’re worth every moment of this journey.

See you tonight, Beauty…