Broken Enagement

by Gage Grayson

  There’s never been one person in life that I can trust. And yet with this man, I feel like I can finally open up.

  30

  Marcus

  Katy seems so rested and satiated by our recent fucking.

  Neither of us has said the words I love you, but I know we’re both thinking it.

  The problem is that now, things have become unbalanced. With Katy’s total honesty with me about her life, she has cleared herself of any wrongdoing. She’s not holding back for me anymore, and she has no more secrets.

  But from my side, things are a little different. She still doesn’t know who I am. How can I tell her that, technically, I’ve been spying on her all this time?

  She’ll hate me forever, and yet each day and each moment that I hold back and I don’t tell her the truth is one more day she’ll feel betrayed.

  I don’t want to lose her. But I know I’m making the situation worse. I’m not even spying on her anymore. I care more about her then what she can ever do to my company.

  But there’s no easy way of explaining that I’m secretly a billionaire and that I’ve known she’s a hacker this entire time.

  I can tell by the easy way she’s snuggled up against my side that coming clean did her good. It’s as if the world has been lifted from her shoulders.

  I find myself feeling jealous of her freedom. I want to be free and to know that she will love me despite the things I’ve kept from her, too.

  “Baby, do you want some water?” I ask.

  I need to pull up, get away, clear my head for a second.

  “Yes, please, with ice.”

  I go to her little kitchen and find a paper cup. Obviously, Katy doesn’t do dishes.

  I take a minute to just lean against the refrigerator. I have to know if now is the moment to reveal my past and who I am to her.

  “Are you coming?” she asks.

  I walk out into view and take in the site of Katy lying there naked on the bed. She’s just too fucking beautiful to mess this up. Instead of telling her the truth, I do the only other thing that’s on my mind.

  Maybe I can fuck her so hard that these worries will fade away, to be dealt with on another day.

  “Definitely coming.” I grin at her.

  I walk over to her with a cup of ice water, and she takes it. I stare down for a minute at her slim, toned body. I’m sure she’s never even been inside of the gym, and yet her body is so taut and nicely curved.

  She puts down the water, and I pull her legs to the edge of the bed.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I say.

  She giggles with delight and looks up into my eyes. I plan on making the most of my time with her, and I’m no longer going to worry about the future.

  I flip her body over so that she’s on all fours. Her ass is nicely in line with my cock. I finger her pussy a little bit and swirl my fingers inside of it to make sure that she’s nice and wet and ready for me.

  She starts breathing heavily because she knows what’s about to go down. I push my big cock into her, and the feel of it is enough to drown out all my fears of losing her. Because in this one moment at least, she is mine, and we are as connected as ever.

  I pump into her deeply, and with every thrust, my worries fade away. All there is Katy.

  I move my hips in a circle to give her a new sensation of pleasure. Predictably, she cries out, whimpering for more as my cock dominates every part of her. The rhythm that we’ve found, the way that we are together, is fucking amazing.

  It’s sex at its very best because we each desire each other so much, and we’ve found in each other a certain routine where our bodies unite and our souls explode in unison.

  This must be what happens when you love somebody. This is what sex looks like when you crave only that one person. I feel so conjoined with her and in tune with her that there’s no going back ever.

  She’s my woman―now and for the rest of my life.

  She’s moaning and crying out my name as I slide my cock across her G-spot. I have perfect access to it now from this position.

  I slap her ass firmly because a part of me wants her to pay for doing this to me. She’s made me fall in love with her. She’s rocked every part of my soul.

  And now I’m going to fuck her like I mean it, harder than I’ve ever fucked her before.

  I reach down and cup one beautiful tit in my hand, and I twist her nipple with the other. I pull my fingers through her hair and force her head back slightly. She needs to know that I’m in control, now and forever.

  This makes her whine and pant for more. “Yes, Marcus. Fuck yes.”

  I can tell by the way her pussy tightens around my cock that the waves of pleasure are starting to spiral throughout her body. She better want me and only me.

  I slap her ass again, hard, and grunt through clenched teeth, “Tell me what I want to hear.”

  I plunge my cock deeply inside of her pussy, and warmth is spreading throughout my body. I feel like this is bliss, like life can never get any better than this.

  “Fuck! Fuck, yes. You’re the only one. Please fuck me.”

  The way she says it somehow makes my cock harden even more. I didn’t think it was possible to get more aroused than this. But knowing she feels that way, that I’m the only man, well…

  I hold her hips tightly and dive into her so hard until she cries, “Marcus, I’m coming. I’m coming so hard.”

  Her body is pulsating and convulsing underneath my grasp. And if it wasn’t for my large cock inside of her and for my hands gripping her hips, I know she’d be falling to the bed right now.

  The fact that she came so hard for me makes me want to let go inside of her. I take her limp body between my hands and fuck her deeply so that she’s screaming my name and coming again, over and over.

  Finally, I let loose. I spray my hot essence into her tight pussy, and for a second, we’re both feeling out of this world.

  She’s practically collapsing in my hands, having come so much, so many times. I pump everything I’ve got into her, and then I pull out so that we both fall onto the bed in a sweaty, heaping mess. It’s the mess that comes with having been fucked so hard.

  I’m panting and thinking how wild that was. This is so far beyond anything I’ve ever experienced with a woman. When desire and passion are involved, it just brings things to another level.

  I realize now what I’ve been missing by having so many one night stands. There was no connection, and so the sex was as good as it could be.

  But with Katy, every time is a new experience. As I want to claim her even more and as I become more and more possessive, the heat between us is just staggering.

  Even though I’ve fucked so many women in New York City I could fill a high-rise, it’s never been like this.

  I’ve never felt this interdimensional oneness with another person. I’ve never felt as though I might die if she were to ever leave me.

  That’s a lot of trust to put in one person.

  I lie next to her and think of how great that was―but also in the back of my mind, the truth is nagging at me once again. I can’t escape my treachery.

  Katy doesn’t know me, and if she finds out, will she ever feel the same way again? Will we ever experience this again together? If the answers to those questions even come close to no…well, that’s a reality that I can’t even consider.

  I look over at her beautiful, tired body and just hope that there’s some way for her to understand what I’ve done.

  The lies between us are keeping me apart from her. I feel as though I can’t trust this moment of happiness because it might be taken from me. The rug might be pulled out from under my feet, and life would turn to shit.

  If Katy can’t find a way to forgive, to understand that I had to do what I had to do to protect my company, I don’t know where I’d be.

  “That was so fucking good,” she’s saying. “Is it just me, or is sex between us amazing? I’ve never come so hard in my life or so many
times. God, Marcus, where have you been all my life?”

  She reaches for the ice water, and I am left breathing heavily and feeling nothing but guilt. I need Katy to know the truth. She needs to know the truth.

  And it has to come from my own mouth or she’ll never understand.

  31

  Katy

  We've been talking all night.

  I'm sore and I need a break.

  If Marcus's intention was to take my mind off the bomb scare, he certainly did that. He made sure to thoroughly saturate my senses so that I couldn't think of anything except for the splendid orgasmic high he was giving me.

  He's the most sexual man I've ever known. He's the most responsible and in control man I've ever known. Compared to him, my life looks like a mess.

  He seems to have it all together. He's always so on point. Everything he does, every word he says, has meaning.

  And I'm the girl, the hacker, who got herself into trouble. And he had to come rescue me.

  I've never had anybody care about me enough to come rescue me.

  I lie next to him in the dark of early morning, right before the sun even shines. I know he's sleeping, but I'm wide awake.

  The truth of my life is what keeps me up. While I may not be an upstanding citizen like Marcus, I usually have things more in control than this. Somehow I got myself involved with a corrupt and covert group.

  I know that I can't keep letting the guilt eat me alive, but it's pretty hard not to when lives were almost lost. I have to think about things and to think about the direction in which my life is heading.

  I clench the sheets around my naked body and stare out the window at the flickering lights. The city never sleeps. And apparently, neither do I.

  What's really making me confused are my feelings for Marcus. I've never let anyone, much less a guy, into my life this much. I had planned on leaving him forever. My days are usually spent on the run from anyone or anything because of the nature of my work.

  But Marcus is different. He was there when I needed him. And even though I know I should hold back and keep myself protected, I can't help but feel things for him.

  And who knows? I might be out on a limb by myself with these feelings. He and I have sex, a lot, but we never talk about it afterward. For all I know, I am just another woman to him, another fling.

  What's keeping me awake tonight is the fact that I know my feelings for him are deeper than that.

  I run these things over in my mind over and over again. Then Marcus clutches me by the stomach and turns me over to have sex again.

  I have to stop him. I push on his shoulders to get him off of me.

  "Why?" he asks. "What's wrong, baby?"

  I lean over and turn on the little IKEA lamp I have in my room. He squints at the brightness.

  "Marcus, we have to talk."

  He checks his phone for the time. "At 4:35 in the morning?"

  "Yes. It's important."

  As much as I'm shy and would like to avoid confrontation, I know these things need to be said. I have to talk to Marcus about what's going on.

  "All we do is have sex," I say, wondering if that's the best way to begin this conversation or not.

  He rubs his eyes and tries to wake up. I curl into a side and hold his chiseled abs for reassurance.

  "Your point?" he says groggily.

  "My point is…" I hesitate to answer. "I'm beginning to like you...more than I should."

  A smile spreads across his face, and I'm glad that I have at least this reaction to work with.

  "I like you, Marcus, and I don't know if you like me, too. Maybe this is just sex to you, and if that's all it is, then that's fine. But I just had to get my feelings out there," I say.

  "You like me, huh?" he says teasingly. "Well, Katy, I've got news for you. I like you too. I more than like you. I care about you. Do you think I'd be here if I didn't? I don't do that very often."

  "I thought it was just about sex."

  "The sex is amazing, Katy. But it's amazing because I'm invested in you." His words make me feel warm inside.

  I feel very nervous now because I know I have to explain that the difference between our two worlds might be too big of a gap to bridge. How can we connect on anything when we're so different? How can I possibly share my covert life with anyone? I’m unrelatable.

  "Marcus, I have reservations because our worlds are so disparate. We have absolutely nothing in common. You know that I'm a hacker. I have nothing to offer you. I'm definitely not used to letting people in. In fact, my usual course of action is to run, far away from anything that might be permanent. I've been alone in my life for so long that I'm not really used to having a person be with me. Can you understand that?"

  He takes a second to consider my words. And he wraps his large, strong arms around me from behind. We're cuddling naked, and it feels so good, it feels like home.

  But I have to question myself on that. I trusted the people in my chat room after all. I considered them to be like a family.

  I guess that shows how desperate I am to have some sort of true connection with another person.

  "It's okay, baby. We can take this slow. There is no reason to rush. And I promise it'll all work out," he says.

  His words soothe my aching soul, and I'm able to fall fast asleep in his arms.

  32

  Marcus

  I leave Katy's place early in the morning.

  She slept in my arms for a while, but then we woke up early, just as the sun was rising.

  I have some business to attend to. But in truth, I needed to get away from her for just a second so that I could regroup.

  She asked about my feelings, and I told her that I care. It's the truth. But at the same time, while I know the truth about Katy, she doesn't know the truth about me.

  There's a massive discrepancy between us, and I'm not sure how to further navigate the relationship without telling her.

  I drive away from her building back to my own penthouse. A part of me wishes that she was here with me; a part of me wants to spend every waking moment with her. I'd fuck her from dusk till dawn. But at the same time, I know that there's a risk involved with Katy still.

  She may have admitted to me that she's a hacker, but I still don't know if she's planning to infiltrate my company or not. Maybe she's planning to steal from me. Maybe she doesn't know it's me personally that she's gonna steal from, but still, the threat is there.

  I get to my place and take a long hot shower, imagining her here with me. I'd have her up against the shower wall hands above her head. I'd touch her in a way that she never deemed possible. I'd make her come...a million times.

  God, Katy. If only she wasn't planning to hack into my company. Then I could be with her without reservation.

  As it is, I have to think about the lingering threat. Maybe she won't hack me because her former associates are now behind bars.

  I don't know the answer. I let the water run hot over my skin, hoping it takes with it all the frustration down the drain.

  The main distinction between Katy and I is that she believes in stealing from the banks, and I am the bank. Will we ever be able to see eye to eye on such a large issue?

  Her lifework is to steal from people like me. My lifework is to make more money. Somehow, I just don't see us meeting in the middle.

  I go to work, but she's on my mind. I can't escape the thought of her beautiful face and her beautiful body naked up against me this morning.

  I have to see her again. It hasn't even been a day, but there are so many unspoken words between us.

  I decide to surprise her this afternoon so that I can at least satisfy my aching desire to see her.

  I stop and buy her the most beautiful bouquet of roses that I can find. Something to brighten her place and her mood. Then I drive back to her shoddy apartment.

  I climb the now familiar stairs of the old building. Of course, there's no elevator. I knock on the door, and she answers, looking dressed up an
d pretty.

  She sees me and her eyes light up. Then she sees the roses and her eyes light up even more.

  "Are those for me?" she asks. "No one's ever bought me flowers before."

  I pull her body close to mine and kiss her deeply. I plan on taking it back into the bedroom, but she stops me.

  "Marcus, I'm just on my way out. I have to go somewhere. But I'll contact you later, okay?"

  This is not at all the way I thought this scene would go. I was hoping to fuck her into the afternoon.

  Instead, I get suspicious. Katy never dresses up. Why does she look like that? And where is she going? She's being so secretive.

  I know I shouldn't, but I decide to follow her. I'm becoming a little bit paranoid because of the threat to my bank. I'm also becoming paranoid that maybe I'm not the only man in her life.

  What if she's meeting somebody...another guy?

  That thought angers me more than knowing she's planning to rob my business. I feel a sense of jealous control, and somehow I find my car following her.

  She gets in a cab and I follow behind at a safe distance. I need to know exactly what Katy's up to.

  Her driver drops her downtown, and I park little ways down the street before catching up to her on the sidewalk. I need answers.

  I grab her arm a little too roughly and say, "What are you doing, Katy? Why are you so dressed up? And why did you leave me hanging at the apartment like that?"

  She looks startled to see me and is also upset. "What are you doing here, Marcus? Did you follow me all the way down here? What is wrong with you?"

  "I need to know what you're doing, Katy. I want to know where you are at all times, especially if after the danger we faced yesterday."

  "You want to know what I'm doing? Fine," she says angrily. "You can follow me. I'm buying something from someone, that's all."

  I'm relieved to hear that she's not hiding another man from me. But now I'm intrigued as to what exactly she's buying.