by Abby Angel
"Hi, officers; I'm Gerri, Elena's friend and boss."
Leo has barely taken his eyes off of me. But he jumps into action, calling for backup. More cops arrive and they take the fingerprints off the car and collect evidence. Gerri meanwhile, takes me inside and puts the kettle on. I'm so worked up and worried.
"It's okay, Elena. See, I told you to call the cops."
"Yes, you were right. You were so right."
Leo comes into the house. "I need to ask you some questions, okay? Do you feel well enough to talk to me?"
Being near him gives me a strange sense of comfort, like I'm in the right hands. I'm glad I got him as an officer.
"Do you have any idea who this could be from? Have you had any bad dates or boyfriends lately that would want to do this?"
"No, none. I mean, there was this one bad Tinder date. But it was nothing; like, we barely even knew each other."
"Alright, what was his name?"
"It was Darius . . . Darius somebody."
"We'll find him. Anybody else?"
"No. Not that I know of. I’ve barely been out on a date since moving in here."
That statement seems to have pleased Leo, like he's happy to hear that I'm single and living alone.
Leo
It’s getting to be evening and the dragonflies are out and the air is crisp, making my emotions all the more heightened. I’ve been here for a while inspecting Elena’s case, and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable so I think I’m going to offer to recuse myself from it. God knows I don’t want to give up this case. I want to be as close to Elena as possible. For some reason, I feel protective over her. This has never happened with any of my other cases. I’m always objective, but something about her just makes me want to solve this. An angel like her doesn’t deserve to be afraid, and I can feel her vulnerability and it turns me on. She’s different than the other girls I’ve had. I saw that immediately. It’s like I want to fuck her brains out and put my stamp on her, never allowing her to leave my side. I want to be the only one she ever has.
Wow. That’s fucking new for me.
“You know, Elena, if this brother-in-law thing makes you uncomfortable, I can definitely remove myself from the case,” I say, carefully checking her response. I want to know if she’s into me.
Even if she says yes, there’s no fucking way I’m leaving this alone. I’ll still investigate it, only without her knowing. There’s no way I’m going to leave this in the hands of some incapable rookie. I’m the best there is and that’s what she deserves, in more than one sense.
“No,” she says, staring up at me with those beautiful wide eyes. “No, please. You were here first, and now I’m trusting you with this. It’s okay. There’s no conflict of interest. Besides, Barry’s in my past.”
I’m glad to hear it. She seems to have made a point of letting me know that Barry means nothing to her. I hope that’s true. I want to move in on her so bad, but first I’ll have to let her get to know me. She’s not some woman you fuck and then leave. I will never forget her name. And at this point, I never want to leave her side either. No matter what, I will make this girl mine. I have to have her. And if that means protecting her until the day I die, then that’s what it’ll be. She’s going to be all mine, and this perp will never get away with what he’s done to her. This I also know for sure. I’m going to make the bastard pay double-time for what he did. He’ll be behind bars for an eternity with all my connections going against him. He messed with the wrong girl, because apparently the only stalker around here is me. I should cool down but instead I let my thoughts race with the instinctive urge to protect Elena.
“All right, Elena, can you answer a few more questions for me please?” I ask gently. I can tell she’s still shaken up.
“Sure. I mean, anything you need.”
“Do you have the ability to get more locks on your doors and windows?”
“Yes. I’ll hire someone.”
I pause and look into her eyes. “I have a guy. I’ll send him over.”
“Okay—” She looks up at me again, this time with gratitude, and I feel my passion rising.
I’m staring into her eyes, unflinchingly. “You have my number, right? I want you to call me with anything. Understand? Anything you want, you can call me no matter what time it is. And I want you to communicate with me directly about everything. No one else.”
With this, I take her phone and enter my private number into it. “And,” I say, “even if you just want to talk, I’ll be there, okay?”
This seems to brighten her mood.
“I mean it. I’m there for you. You’re not alone in this.”
“Thanks,” she says. “I might take you up on that.”
God, I hope she does. I have to see her more. I wish I could just take her in my arms right now, into the house, and fuck her. I want her to know me. I want her to know that I would never hurt her and that I’m the man who deserves to have her beautiful body. In fact, at this point, I’m feeling downright possessive. Fuck, I’m getting in deep.
Bobbi is staring at us, and I know she thinks this is funny. We were just talking about settling down, and here I am practically confessing my undying devotion to this girl. Bobbi knows I never talk to people on our cases like this. She’s going to give me a hard time about this, I know it.
I ignore Bobbi, but take my cue to leave. I don’t want to overstay my welcome. “Okay, Elena, we’re going to take off. I want you to stay in close contact with me. Don’t forget, anytime you need to talk I’m there.”
She looks into my eyes with sincerity, and waves of passion fill my entire body. “I can’t thank you enough for all that you did, Leo. You, just having been here, was so helpful.”
I hate to admit, but my heart skips a beat when she says that. I have to see this girl again . . . soon.
Back in the car, Bobbi starts ribbing me. “Wow, you’ve got it bad.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say gruffly.
“Come on, who could deny those sparks flying? I guess our conversation really sunk in.” She laughs like this is so funny.
“Shut up, Bobbi. I just want to... help her. I would do the same for anyone.”
She’s cracking up now. “Yeah right! That was so obvious. You love that girl.”
“Shut up!”
Bobbi’s just rolling in laughter. She thinks this is the funniest damn thing. She says, “I think Elena married the wrong brother!”
“God, Bobbi, give me a break,” I say flatly. “And you better not mention this to anyone.”
My admission makes her laugh louder. This is going to be a long ride back to the station.
Elena
I look out of the shutters in anxious anticipation of Gerri showing up. I’m so glad she's going to stay the night with me. She headed out to grab a few things and is coming right back. Truly, I am so lucky to have a boss like her! A real friend. Not only is it getting windy and possibly stormy, but I'm too nervous about everything and if she didn't stay with me, I'd probably be up pacing all night. I wouldn't get an ounce of sleep. Gerri is a great friend, and I'm not sure what I would do without her.
As I look out upon the darkened night sky, I think about Leo. The darkness of the night matches the darkness I see in his eyes, a dark abyss I want to fall into. He’s so freaking hot. I've never met a guy like that. Not only is he totally shredded, gorgeous, striking, and kind, but something about him makes me feel more sure of myself, more sure of my life. Not to mention his package has got to be huge. I mean, if hands and feet are any marker, then Leo has to be packing a giant cock and I’m not gonna lie, girl, I thought about that too. I remember how he gave me butterflies in my stomach the first time I met him, but at that time I was marrying Barry and put those thoughts aside. But no girl can forget Leo. Hmmm, he probably knows it too.
I see headlights, and I’m distracted from my reverie. Thank God Gerri is here. Now we can get the night started.
She honks
the horn of her black on black Range Rover. It's as if she's trying to tell the neighborhood that she's here, my protector for the night, and that nobody should mess with us.
I look around to see that no one noticed Gerri's display as I open the door of my cozy, little house and am excited to invite Gerri in. I’ve already put the kettle on so that we can have some girl talk. God knows I need it after everything I've been through lately. Gerri will calm me down.
"Hey, you're here!" I say excitedly.
"Yep, I wasn't going to let you do this alone."
I jump down from the porch to grab her bag; it's the least I can do.
"I hope you like chamomile," I say.
"Of course. I'll be glad to get inside. It's getting gusty out here."
Once we're in, I help Gerri get settled. She curls up on the couch as I deliver a tray of tea and English cookies.
"So, we've gotta talk," she says to me. "What is going on with Barry?"
I sigh into the couch. How do I even begin to describe this? How can Gerri ever understand what it's like to be married to a man like that? My marriage was a sham. I wasn't happy being married, and yet I wanted so bad for it to work out. I gave it my all, and I sacrificed so much. The thought of all those years wasted on a man like Barry makes me feel sad, like I've given my life and my love to somebody who didn't even appreciate it.
"I don't know," I respond to her. “It's hard to understand what's happening with him. You know when we got married, I was so hopeful when I thought about my future. I thought I would be with this man forever. I thought we would have children and the white picket fence, and everything would work out. Now I'm all confused. I didn't even know that his brother was a cop. I mean, what does that say about our marriage?"
"Well, I don't know what it is you see in marriage," Gerri says. "Being single is the greatest thing on the planet. You get to do what you want, be who you want, and you never have to answer to anybody. I love being single."
"Haha, I wish I were more like you," I say. "I know what you mean about being single. It's just that you can't really have a family by yourself. I want a family. And knowing the dating pool and what's out there, it makes me question if I'll ever have it."
She takes a long, thoughtful sip of her tea before she says, "You know who isn't a bad catch? Leo . . . don’tcha think."
I can tell she's egging me on, dying for a response and to know what I think about Leo. Obviously, he is a catch. Of course, it's hard to know if he's a playboy or not given those looks. He could have any woman he wants. In fact, he probably does.
"Leo?" I say, getting ready to cover my feelings. "Why would you even bring him up?"
Her eyes are smiling now as she says the words, "Maybe he's the brother you should've married?
My heart flutters a little bit for reasons I can't explain, except that she mentioned Leo. Why would she even mention him? We're talking about my failed marriage, not some super sexy detective who I don't even know very well.
"Gerri! Shhhhh. How could you say that?"
It's almost as if I think he's listening in and I don't want him to hear. Only, if he was anywhere near my house right now, I would feel better.
"Oh come on, like you haven't noticed how fine he is. He is hot! I think you just got the wrong brother."
She's laughing now, laughing at my pain. But this makes me laugh too, and I have to give it to her, she did cheer me up. Just thinking about Leo cheers me up.
I admit to her, "Leo is very handsome. I'll give you that."
"Handsome? He's on fire," Gerri observes. "You deserve a man like that."
God, Leo. Now I'm thinking about him and feeling all steamed up. There’s a wetness in my panties that I ignore.
"He does make me feel safe," I say trying to end the conversation on Leo, "but for now, I've got you!"
Elena
Thankfully Gerri has been an amazing boss, and she let me take two days off work after the incident in my garage. She really is a cool boss and makes work a fun place to be, not someplace I have to be. But now I’m back at it trying to play catch up. I can't believe I've let that guy, whoever he is, take me off my game at work. I love my job, and I love being able to prove that I’m competent and trustworthy, so having to take time to recuperate because of this scandal has me feeling guilty. I don't ever want Gerri or anyone else to think I’m not qualified to be here. And having forced time off only underpins the idea that I have personal problems that are seeping into my work life.
My office is beautiful, decorated by Gerri in that eco-friendly, modern way. I love being here. It's so bright and sunny, and it reminds me of why I got into this business in the first place. Our motto is that green is clean, and working for a company with a moral high ground makes me feel like I’m making a difference in the world.
As much as I'm happy to be back at work, my mind keeps wandering over to Leo. He was so sexy and in control throughout that entire situation. He really made me feel safe. It's hot to see a man in control like that. Leo is in control in a hot, commanding, respectful way. Not at all like Barry, whose control issues seem to stem from his ego. I thought I could trust Barry and that he was someone who would protect me and never hurt me, but I was wrong. That's the reason I left him. His control issues were just too much. I like to have autonomy over my own life.
I'm trying to focus on work, but the image of what was on my car is haunting me. “YOU’RE MINE.” The words are on repeat in my head. I can't imagine who would want to scare me like that. Darius has been my only date, and yes it didn't end well, but he doesn't even know me well enough to want to hurt me. Who else could it be? Someone I don't even know? Maybe someone is spying on me right now. The thought of it makes me feel uneasy, and I get up to shut the blinds. To think I don’t even have sanctuary in my own office where’s there’s security downstairs is scary. That’s how much this person has given me a psychological trauma. I'm nervous even to go home tonight. What if he’s there?
The phone rings, but I’m hesitant to answer it because I’ve been receiving multiple calls from a private number today. When I answer, they hang up. It’s gotta be from the stalker. I realize this is another one of those calls, but I’m so pissed off about it that I answer anyway.
“Hello? Hello? Listen, you asshole. I know exactly what you’re doing and the cops are onto you, so you better just stop.” I hang up with trembling hands. I have to remember to tell all this to Leo.
With that, my thoughts turn back to Leo. I know he's got this case handled. At least he seems like he does. If he's as good at his job as he led me to believe, then I think maybe he can catch whoever is after me.
Thinking about Leo is a welcome relief from the stalking situation. In fact, I really haven't been able to forget him since seeing him again. I've never seen a guy as handsome as that. He probably has a million girlfriends, and he's probably great in bed. I wonder how well he's hung? By the size of him, hopefully his cock matches his body. I imagine he has a twelve-inch cock and I'm on my knees in his office sucking him.
His giant cock is too big to get down my throat, but he runs his fingers through my hair and shoves it in as far as it will go. He's coming down my throat, and I make him reach ecstasy like he's never seen before.
Fuck. I bet being with him is so sexy. And now, I'm at work, fantasizing about Leo, and I realize I'm not going to get anything done until I come to the thought of his gorgeous face. Luckily my office is not glass, so I can masturbate in peace. I just have to get off to the image of Leo and then maybe I can stop thinking about him so much and actually get some work done.
I want him so bad that my body aches for him. I want Leo. This inspiration hits me like a ton of bricks, because he's Barry's brother. And what are the chances he'll like me back? He was staring at me a lot, but maybe that's just because he was shocked to see me again. I hope it meant more, but until I know for sure, I'll just have to fantasize to the idea of being with him. I slowly unzip the back of my skirt and slip my hands down my pa
nties. I lean back in my chair and imagine how Leo would take me, at my house maybe, and he's got his handcuffs and he uses them to tie me to something, maybe my bedpost. I imagine Leo having his way with me. He fucks me for hours and commands me to come. And then I do, right there in my office, and my body finally feels relief from the constant ache I’ve had from him. I wish I had really fucked him, but this will have to do for now.
Leo
I'm going over Elena's case in my office. There’s stack of paperwork because I’ve been researching every angle. It's all I've been able to think about and I’m just combing the documents, trying to find a handle on the thing.
If this case wasn’t my obsession, I’d be taking a more methodical approach. More effective. Instead I keep spinning my wheels over everything because I’m practically hot around the collar, my blood boiling whenever I think about Elena in danger. I’m going to solve this case. Find this fucking stalker. One thing's for sure, when I find the guy, I'm going to beat him to a pulp myself. This will never happen to her again. My protective instincts are always on. I know I have to close this case, and I have to do it soon before something else happens. I wish I could be by her side every second, like some sort of personal bodyguard. I’d do it and it’d make me feel better too. Not to mention, I don’t want to be anywhere but near her. I’m like some lovesick girl, but you can forgive that, right? You know how I feel about Elena.
Whenever I think about her my cock begins to harden, and I just can't get enough of her. My single-minded need to catch this stalker is only interrupted by how much I want to wrap my arms around Elena. I want to put my mouth on every part of her perfect goddamn body. I want all the misery she’s endured to melt away. I want to be her protector and her refuge.
Elena has me completely taken with her, and it's something I'm not used to. I fuck ‘em and forget ‘em normally but with Elena…that will never be enough. I don’t want to just fuck her, I want to possess her and make her mine.
