THREE

GARETT

S talking is not for the impatient. I've been sitting at this fucking coffee shop for what feels like ages, waiting for this girl to arrive. Every Friday she has coffee with her friend right after school, at exactly four thirty. It's their weekend routine—caffeinate before going out. It's currently quarter after five. My ass is starting to go numb from sitting for so long. People have been coming and going with excitement for the fall holiday, apparent in their eccentric outfits and obsession for pumpkin-spiced shit all afternoon, but so far none of them have been the one I'm waiting for. She's late and I'm annoyed.

Her colorful best friend has been waiting for a while too, sipping some sugary shit and swiping on a dating app. Her hot pink hair is obnoxious. She's barely looked up from her phone. Too bad she's not my target. She's so glued to her phone, she'd probably be completely oblivious even if I walked right up to her and kidnapped her off the street in broad daylight. However, she's not the one I'm here for.

I'm not happy about this plan. My blood boils at the thought of my goddess, my beauty, my soulmate, ever finding out about the way this is going down, but I've been left with very few choices. The plan is already in motion and I have no choice but to continue.

The chime above the door goes off, pulling my attention. A parade of teens in slutty costumes files through the door and I sigh in annoyance, until I see the petite woman with dark hair sneaking in behind them. There she finally is. My girl strolls into the shop, her dark locks swirling around her face. Her pale skin is slightly reddened from the chill of the cold fall air. The knowledge that her pale flesh can turn such a delicious shade of red has a feral part of me growling in vicious delight. Her lips are painted red, and I can't help but be hypnotized by the entire appearance she has cultivated. I'm like a bull and she's the damn red flag being waved in my face. I watch carefully, trying to appear nonchalant as she orders her drink and moves to the end of the counter. Her jeans hug the plump cheeks of her ass tightly. I wonder if she really wore those to school today.

She spins and begins to survey the room, most likely looking for the bright-haired bimbo that I've purposefully positioned myself near. As she turns, I see the douchebag who took her order check out her ass. A possessive urge to slam his fucking face against the counter before sticking the steam wand into his eyeball and turning it on full blast until his eyeball bursts, crosses my mind. No one is getting in the way of what and who I want, especially not some shit-stain barista bitch. But I swallow down my anger. This is not the time or place for violence.

It took her long enough to show up today. I've been sitting here, waiting for her, at her favorite coffee shop, for what feels like hours. The thing about this girl is that she's a creature of habit, making it very easy for me to figure out the perfect opportunity for us to "accidentally meet." And I've tried. I've been trying to get her attention for ages. But the other thing about this girl is that she's not dumb. At first, I figured she'd be easy prey, but I've learned that's not the case. She's very difficult to get close to and has managed to evade all the traps I've laid for her. She keeps everyone, including her few friends at a distance, never getting close enough to anyone for them to truly see her. It must be some type of defense mechanism. But the plan requires me to get close, so I've resorted to desperate measures. And her favorite holiday seemed like the perfect time to lure her into my web of deceit. I'm hoping it works to my advantage.

Her eyes lock onto her friend before wandering towards me. I purposely look away, not wanting her to know that I'm aware she's checking me out. I can feel her hazel eyes on me. I let her look for a minute before shifting my line of sight to match hers. She's staring at my left hand.

No, baby, I'm not married but I'm definitely taken.

She lets her eyes roam across my body, taking in every inch of muscle I've worked hard to perfect. Her heated gaze trained over my body makes my cock swell slightly. And then her eyes meet mine.

Fuck, she's hot.

This would be much easier if she wasn't, but at least this way it'll be more fun. I still don't love that I have to do this but that's her weakness—she's desperate for dick. If I want to get close to her, I'm going to have to give her the one thing she's willing to let her guard down to get.

When she notices that I've caught her, she immediately diverts her eyes. A heated blush stains her cheeks and it's absolutely fucking delicious. I'm starting to wonder if I might have some kind of kink for seeing this girl's pale flesh streaked red. Is that even a thing? She carefully picks her way through the crowded cafe, making sure to keep her beautiful eyes down.

My girl is curious but likes to maintain an appearance of innocence. Interesting.

She sits with her friend and they chat for a while. I pretend to work on some shit on my computer. Really my screen is just trained on all the cameras I have set up. Before she arrived, I'd been looking through all of them trying to figure out where she could possibly be and why she was late. I keep pretending to work, despite the distraction of her friend with the shockingly bright pink hair who is clearly trying to get my attention. She's biting her bottom lip and trying to look seductive currently. She's not an unattractive girl. Her pink hair and bubbly nature are annoying but her face isn't bad to look at. If I wasn't already a taken man I might indulge my curiosity about her, but I'm here for one reason and one reason only—the raven-haired girl sitting across from her.

"Well, the Jager is doing that themed Heaven and Hell silent rave. Is that what we want to do?" my girl asks her friend.

A Heaven and Hell theme, huh? I can definitely work with that. Maybe my little angel is looking to be corrupted.

Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I pull up my message thread with Luke and type out a quick text.

Hey man, we're going out tonight. You still have those masks we used to scare the shit out of Wyatt?

Luke has been my best friend since high school. We were both losers then. I compensated by making sure I'm fucking ripped and he compensated by becoming the youngest lawyer to make partner at his firm. If only the bitches from high school could see us now, right? But good things come to those who wait.

He's my literal partner in crime and the only one who knows the full extent of the plan. He needs this plan to work almost as much as I do. A few months ago we used a couple of masks to scare the shit out of one of the men on our list of names after drugging him. It made it much more fun to hunt him while he was hallucinating and freaking the fuck out. Halloween is the perfect excuse to pull the masks back out again.

"Girl, I'm so down!" pink-haired bimbo shouts while clapping her hands together in giddy delight. "We can totally throw together some super slutty angel outfits! That white corset top you have will be absolutely perfect!"

I can't see the face of the raven-haired beauty in front of me, she sat and gave me her back of course, but I'm desperate to know if she'll agree. I'd probably cut off a finger, possibly even a few of them, to see her in a tight little corset top. She'll look amazing dressed up as a chaste little angel. My dirty girl in disguise. My cock twitches at the thought. The plan was originally to bump into her here and introduce myself, but it seems like my girl just presented me with a much better option.

She must agree with her friend because they raise their mugs in mock cheers. "It's gonna be a fucking good night. I can feel it!"

Oh, if she only knew how good I'm going to make this night for her.

The door opens as someone enters the coffee shop, causing a breeze to waft through the store, and I catch a whiff of my girl's perfume. It's sweet, but musky. Floral but with a darkness underneath, just like her. Fuck, it's delicious. I can't help but imagine licking up her throat to taste her. Feeling her writhe beneath me as I lick and suck and bite the column of her neck until she's a mess of desire beneath me. Her plump breasts pushed against the hard wall of my chest, begging to be teased and tortured.

I know she's a means to an end and that I have a job to do, but that doesn't mean I can't play a little with her first. Because, well, she's fucking hot as hell. The girl is tall and lean and has an incredible rack. Even in the button down she wore to work today, you can tell underneath she's got big, beautiful breasts. Her dark hair is shiny and looks so soft that I'm tempted to reach out and twirl one of her soft curls around my hand right now and pull. I know enough about her from all my surveillance to know she'd thoroughly enjoy me pulling her hair to get her into whatever position I wanted.

Fuck, I made myself hard imagining all the things I'm going to do to my little angel. I covertly adjust myself underneath the table, trying to get a little relief against the tight confines of my zipper. The things I intend to do to this girl are downright dirty and I know she will love every fucking second of it. That's the entire point.

Celeste is not a trusting nor warm person. I've been watching her for a while now and if there's one thing I've learned about her, it's that she's cautious. She keeps people at a distance and has very few that she's close to. But she's also curious and that's going to be the way I get to her. Curiosity killed the cat after all.

Luke responds, causing my phone to vibrate in my hand and pulling me out of my thoughts.

Yeah man, I still have them. What do you have in mind for tonight?

My girl suddenly stands, giving me a perfect view of her plump, round ass in those ridiculous jeans. Oh my sweet girl, the things I intend to do to that ass. I can see now why Mr. Barista Bitch couldn't stop himself from staring, but he and everyone else need to learn that she's mine now.

Both girls deposit their empty mugs in a bus tub by the door. They talk and smile as they walk to the door, but at the last moment, before my raven-haired angel follows her friend out the door, she turns and our eyes lock. Her hazel eyes are filled with a dark need that I know all too well.

Oh, sweet angel, you have no idea what you're in for tonight.