Stalkers: A Dark Romance Anthology

by Ally Vance

  I hoped that I’d be able to regain the fantasy without too much effort, but I heard the heels again. This time, they were much closer. Frowning, I turned and was surprised to see that Yvette stood about six feet away from me inside the den, and the door was now partway closed.

  “Good evening, Riley,” she drawled while wearing an awkward smile. She looked inebriated but tried to smile like a sober person. The result was almost embarrassing.

  “Evening, Yvette,” I politely replied and nodded at her.

  “Enjoying the party? It’s your first one.” Yvette sauntered toward me.

  “Yes, thank you. Mr. Evans has an incredible home.” I didn’t move from my position near Griffin’s desk.

  “Griff does have an incredible home, doesn’t he?”

  Griff?

  I nodded as she continued to advance toward me.

  “You should sit in his big leather chair. Pretend you’re the boss. See how it feels.” Yvette slurred the word ‘feels’ so that it dragged out longer than necessary. “Go on, Riley. Sit on Griffin’s leather,” she encouraged louder.

  Without a doubt, I wanted to sit in that chair of his. I smiled, rounded Griffin’s desk, and pulled the chair away from the desk. I’d never sat in a chair this comfortable in my life, and part, if not most of the thrill, was that it was Griffin’s. I leaned back in the chair and then smiled at Yvette.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it, Riley?” Yvette asked as she sat on the desk with her back to me. She laid back on the desk and then rolled over onto her stomach and let her arms dangle over toward me. Yvette grabbed the tops of my thighs as she reached for my fly. “I can make you feel just like the boss in this chair, Riley.”

  I glanced in the direction of the door and then down at Yvette. Her breasts spilled out of the top of her dress as she lowered my zipper. I leaned my head back against Griffin’s chair when she pulled my aching cock out. She laughed arrogantly as if my hard-on had been because of her.

  “Just imagine you’re the boss, Riley,” she slurred again before wrapping her mouth around my cock.

  I’d just imagine that she was the boss. Yvette’s drunk mouth moved on my shaft, but then she’d pull her mouth away to make some comment about intern cocks. I kept trying to drown out her voice with Griffin’s voice in my mind. Then suddenly, I felt that we were no longer alone.

  Slowly, I opened my eyes to find Griffin standing just inside the doorway with his arms folded over his chest. I moved the chair away from the desk to get Yvette’s mouth off of me, pushed my hard-on inside my pants, and then stood to zip myself up. With Griffin standing there, my cock only grew harder instead of reacting how it should having just been caught.

  “Why’d you move away, Riley?” Yvette slurred.

  Griffin cleared his throat and walked toward his desk that Yvette was sprawled out on. He had her attention now as she clumsily hurried to get herself upright.

  “Mr. Evans!” Yvette dabbed at her chin and the corners of her mouth.

  “Yvette, get back to your husband,” Griffin said firmly.

  “Yes. Mr. Evans.”

  Griffin sat in his chair as I awkwardly moved away from behind his desk. Even though this was a little slice of heaven to be alone with him in his home, possible consequences flooded my mind. The worst would be termination, but that was probably the most likely scenario.

  He wasn’t saying anything; instead, he placed his thumb over what looked like a thumbprint reader on the corner of his desk. When I heard a mechanism unlock, he reached into his top drawer and pulled out a tattered leather notebook that had an elastic band holding it shut. With one of his expensive pens in hand, he opened the notebook, found the page that he had been looking for, and began to write. Griffin hadn’t dismissed me yet, so I stayed still, sweating bullets and oozing pre-cum from my cock.

  “How old are you, Riley? Twenty-five? Twenty-six?” Griffin asked me without looking up.

  “Twenty-four,” I replied.

  Griffin still hadn’t looked up, but a smile spread across his face.

  “That’s the same age I was when I graduated with my MBA too,” he mused.

  I know. I busted my ass every semester and every summer so that I could graduate in the same amount of time as you did.

  “Mr. Evans,” I began to plead my case so he wouldn’t terminate me on the spot, but he cut me off quickly.

  “Don’t talk, Riley. Talking complicates things.” Griffin closed the notebook and returned it to the drawer before standing.

  I drank in his presence as he confidently stood behind his desk, eyeing me. My cock throbbed in my pants because he was staring at me. I was almost certain that my termination hung on his lips.

  With a smirk, he said, “You remind me of myself.” Griffin smiled and left his den.

  What the fuck just happened?

  Chapter Four

  Riley

  The rest of my weekend had been full of jacking off to the memory of Griffin and me in his den. It wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around and fantasize about him while I stroked myself, but this was different. It even felt different. I had been in his den when he caught Yvette blowing me. Griffin had seen my cock, and that thought alone could elicit some of the hardest wood I’d ever had.

  The fantasies and weekend fun had ended, though. My nerves were getting the best of me as I rode the elevator up to the second floor. Would my belongings still be there? Had I lost my job? Was I on the brink of losing my job? Griffin hadn’t seemed angry with me, but I didn’t understand how something wasn’t going to happen.

  Relief washed over me, and my stomach began to settle when I saw that all my stuff was still at my desk. I began to settle in for my day and noticed that Yvette’s door had been closed since I had arrived. I really had no idea how to act around her when I did see her. Yvette seemed quiet throughout the next few days, and during my designated weekly meeting with Griffin, I learned that she had turned in her resignation letter. As soon as I sat across from his big desk, I knew this meeting would be different just by the way he sat.

  “I’m sure this has been an interesting week for you, Riley.” Griffin sat back in his chair and looked at me as though we were having a casual, friendly discussion.

  I began to apologize for my behavior and explain that I had never done anything like that before, but he held his hand up to prevent my rehearsed monologue. He stood from his chair, walked to his window, keeping his back to me. Griffin clasped his hands together at the small of his back while he kept his feet about a foot apart.

  “I take an immense amount of pride in this company, Riley. My father, all the way back to my great-grandfather, took pride in this company and its image. That includes the morals and ethics of our employees. When my father passed, my uncle-in-law moved into his role and upheld the same beliefs. They believed that the wives of Evans Financial who cheated, not only cheated with their husbands but stole from the company, were nothing more than gold-diggers.”

  Griffin stared at me, and neither of us moved for a moment.

  “I don’t approve of or condone cheating.” Griffin’s voice grew cold. “Period.”

  My heart pounded in my chest at a rapid rate. Was he going to fire me?

  “Yvette’s husband makes very good money here. Thank you for showing me someone with morals that go against what this company stands for.” Griffin moved away from the window and retook his seat. “Thank you for showing me someone who is nothing but a repulsive gold-digger.”

  Stunned, I could only nod.

  “My parties tend to uncover those who are unfaithful. And nothing disgusts me more than infidelity. Riley, I see you as being someone who can help me identify those that are willing, or on the fence, about giving into unscrupulous desires. You can help me find those within Evans Financial that are gold-diggers.”

  Griffin was seeing me as someone who could help him. I was getting hard, but I had to know if I was just one of many who had helped him.

  “Do others help you with t
hat, Mr. Evans?”

  He raised one of his eyebrows and then slowly shook his head.

  “Just you, Riley.” Griffin leaned forward and laced his fingers together on the desk. “I’ve always let it happen naturally at my parties, but I think you can help me.”

  Ecstatic but under control, I replied with, “Yes. I’d love to help you.”

  Another month had gone by, and while there hadn’t been another party, I still felt special. It was as though Griffin not only wanted me around but needed me too. I had even been invited to lunch with him and a few other high ups once.

  My role was not only a booster for my ego but to make others feel good. Basically, my role in helping Griffin was to be the bait. I was to smile and be my handsome self, give him the names of the flirters, and then see who would fall at the next party. Griffin had told me that when he caught the cheaters, they usually resigned on their own accord, though there had been a few that he had to terminate.

  Being used as the bait face for his needs suited me just fine. I was proving my worth and loyalty to him, and eventually, other things would come. Things were going great until I walked into the lobby of Evans Financial on a Monday morning in late September.

  A bunch of women were gathered around the reception desk, and when they saw me, they quickly flagged me over to sign a card for an engagement. I obliged, picked up one of their glitter pens, and opened this card. At the top was the name of the recipients—Griffin.

  Griffin was engaged.

  Spots were all that I saw for a few moments, and while I managed to sign my name, I tackled nausea. Before I got into the elevator, I went to the lobby bathroom and threw up. My body was on fire. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. It was me he was supposed to be with! Somehow, I made it through the following days with a smile plastered to my face.

  Anger and pain occupied my mind and sat like a heavy brick in the pit of my stomach. It was affecting me in an extreme way and prevented me from carrying out the flirting tasks Griffin had given me. For the rest of the week, I didn’t engage in flirting, and I didn’t try to time things so I’d run into Griffin. All I could think about was the fucking bitch who had stolen him from me.

  During the annoying engagement week, I heard a lot of interesting bits of gossip. I learned that the bitch’s name was Kathryn Adams, and she was close to Griffin in age. I overheard some women say that Kathryn dabbled here and there in painting and some other type of artwork. Many said the Kathryn wasn’t in the same social status pond as Griffin. I didn’t dwell on that because, really, I wasn’t either.

  Rumors were quietly flying around with the guys about Kathryn not being from this country and how she was using him to gain citizenship through marriage. I’d heard multiple rumors that she was Canadian, but conflicting information that her natural citizenship was from the British Overseas Territories with the Cayman Islands.

  Though it pissed me off to have to listen to it, not all of it enraged me or made me want to lash out uncontrollably. Multiple rumors were being spoken by women in hushed tones that Griffin was bi-sexual, and they were disappointed that he picked a woman over a hot, masculine man.

  I could be that man! I’m supposed to be that man!

  I was elated to hear rumors that Griffin played both sides of the field, but still annoyed as fuck that he was engaged. All week I had mulled over what I wanted to say to Griffin on Friday during my weekly appointment with him. While I wanted to keep things professional and only on business, I was so fucking angry. When I got to his office, though, and my eyes settled on him, the anger ebbed, and I bit the inside of my mouth. We were going over some numbers and goals for the next quarter when Griffin stopped pacing and came over to lean on the front of his desk, just a foot or two away. I tried not to stare at the outline of his cock in his tailored black pants.

  “What’s on your mind, Riley?” Griffin asked as his hands molded to the edge of the desk and curled under.

  Saying that nothing was on my mind would be a flat out lie, and we both knew that. While I couldn’t insult him by saying nothing, I had to say something.

  “With all due respect, I’m a little disappointed in the lack of opportunity for advancement, Mr. Evans,” I muttered.

  Fuck! What the fuck did I just say to him?

  The corners of his mouth turned upward slightly into a thin, tight smile, and he stared at me with the subtle smirk on his face. He was appalled at what I just said to him, I was sure, but I held my ground. I didn’t backpedal or apologize. Maybe in some fucked up universe, I could get a pay raise and job advancement on the heels of nursing a broken heart from his engagement.

  Griffin pushed himself away from the desk and swiftly crossed the room to the closed door. My eyes followed him the entire way, and I’d admit that my pulse picked up when I saw him lock the door. When he returned to me, he wrapped his big hand around my upper arm, pulled me off the chair, and pushed me to the floor on my knees. He towered over me, and I had to tilt my head back slightly to look at him. The look in his eyes was an intoxicating blend of confidence, arrogance, and power.

  “Let’s see how dedicated you are at career advancement opportunities, Riley,” Griffin said in an uptight tone as he put his hand on the side of my head. When his fingers stretched and wrapped around the back of my head, I felt myself stiffen in my pants. I had wanted this for so long.

  Griffin applied a small amount of pressure to the back of my head, guiding me forward. Willingly, I let his strong hand guide me to his groin. With his palm against the side of my head and his fingers threaded through my hair, I pressed my face against his wool pants. I inhaled his heady scent as he guided my nose over the firm bulge in his pants.

  I nudged my nose between the fabric of his pants and his zipper, and with my tongue, I flicked the zipper pull away from the enclosure. Grabbing the zipper pull with my teeth, I tugged it away from his body slightly and lowered it. Griffin nuzzled my face to his groin so I could run my lips along the outline of his cock that was tucked inside his black underwear. He pushed his hand down between my face and his pants to pull out his rigid cock.

  Was this actually happening? Everything I’ve wanted for so long was starting to happen.

  “I like it rough, Riley. Can you handle rough?” I quickly nodded. I could handle whatever the fuck he would give me. “Open up,” Griffin’s deep voice commanded.

  I opened right away and had seconds to acclimate to his length before he thrust it to the back of my throat. Griffin put his hands on my head to hold me still while he fucked my mouth. And really, that was what this was. I wasn’t sucking him or licking him. My mouth was getting fucked by Griffin Evans; this was ecstasy. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, and I made sure I looked up at him while he took what he wanted from me. While he fucked my mouth, I stroked myself over my jeans. I would probably come just by rubbing over the outside of my pants.

  Griffin strung some hushed compliments in the air as he grunted his release into my mouth. While Griffin’s balls continued to empty, he reminded me not to waste a drop and swallow it all. Eager to earn his approval, I quickly followed directions. As soon as he pulled out of my mouth, he tucked his cock back into his pants and gestured for me to sit in the chair. He walked away from me for a few moments, but then returned with two ice-cold bottles of water and handed me one before he sat in the chair next to me.

  “I can see that you’re dedicated,” Griffin commented dryly.

  We sat in silence for a few minutes while my mind tried to unravel what had just happened.

  “So you’re engaged,” I muttered.

  “Yes.”

  “And you don’t condone cheating,” I added.

  “Correct.”

  I didn’t even care about the double standard.

  “When’s the wedding?”

  “I’m not sure. She’s planning it. We’ve gone through several date changes already.” Griffin paused to guzzle some water. “She’s a bit of a free spirit and flies around by the se
at of her pants, throwing my money around.”

  This bitch didn’t seem like his type at all. I left Griffin’s office feeling as high as could be. On my way downstairs, I thought about what he had said about cheaters and his “free spirit” fiancée. To me, it sounded like she flaunted his money, and in essence, was a gold-digger, but Griffin clearly detested gold-diggers.

  Somehow, I needed to show Griffin that she was just after his money.

  Chapter Five

  Riley

  Roaming around the first floor of Griffin’s house with a glass of whiskey in my hand made me feel like this party was going to be a lot different than the first party at Griffin’s. I wasn’t here as a guest; I was helping Griffin. He was relying on me to help him find those who didn’t have morals. Griffin told me that he would stroll by his den every half hour to see if I had caught anyone. He was very clear, though; he wanted the women to come to me rather than me pursuing them.

  As I walked around the house, making myself visible to those who had been flirting with me off and on at the office, I saw that fucking bitch, Kathryn. From a distance, I watched her laugh with some of the women from work. Were the women that dense that they could tell how fake she was? I wondered if Kathryn knew how many people at Evans Financial wanted to bang her fiancé … or how many had had their mouths on him.

  She had straight, jet black hair that went down to the middle of her back and very pale skin. I knew that wasn’t her natural hair color. The fair skin and blue eyes told me that she was most likely of Nordic descent, and jet black hair wasn’t a common trait. Kathryn wore a bright blue dress with a completely open back, and pleated fabric gathered at the small of her back. The size of her frame told me that those voluptuous tits she was flaunting all over the place were also fake.

  She was just one completely fake bitch. I knew she was nothing more than a gold-digger. I glanced down the hallway at Griffin’s den and could see the door was wide open, and the light was on. When my eyes flicked back to Kathryn, I was surprised to see that she had been looking at me. She smiled flirtatiously when our eyes connected. I looked down the hallway at the den’s open door. I could show Griffin that she was nothing more than what I had her pegged as—an unfaithful gold-digger.