"Are you okay?" The thought of her actually being hurt made me insanely enraged. I looked down the path like I was still going to see that guy. I thought of calling some favors in and pulling the surrounding park cameras.
"I'm okay. I just landed a little awkwardly on my ankle. Thank you, sir,” she muttered, dusting off her bottom. I was so fucked in the head. Hearing her say sir only stiffened my cock and visions of her begging for my dick circled my mind.
I smiled at her. "I'm Dexter Price. You are?"
"I know who you are. I'm Elena Collins." Suspicion and curiosity kicked in. She knew who I was. Was this some attempt to meet me?
“How do you know who I am?” I asked. I wasn’t in the paper that often. Well, at least, my image wasn’t, but my business successes were duly noted. Lovely Elena looked nervous and shaky.
"Excuse me. I've got to go. Thank you again." She scurried off shaking the pain in her ankle away like it hadn't happened, leaving me standing there in confusion.
I should have stopped her. I walked back to my condo to get ready for work. The whole way back, I thought about her. Was she single or did she have someone? I had to know. “Damn, I should have stopped her,” I growled as the elevator doors closed.
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I woke up from another sweaty, heart-pounding, pussy-throbbing dream. He got to me again. In my dreams, he came to me and made love all night. It was insane. Of all the people I had a crush on, it shouldn’t be Dexter Price. I tried not to think about him, but every time I thought about my leg, he popped in my head. Since my leg constantly throbbed, I was lost to hours of just Dexter. We were connected by a fateful night but had never met before. Reaching into my bedside table, I took out my trusty buddy and from under my pillow, grabbed his picture.
I looked at his photo thinking he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen—even with the scars. His chocolate-colored hair and eyes were stunning. I heard rumors that he was hideous with all the scars, but from the few images of him I saw over the years, they weren’t that bad. My leg had terrible scars that looked worse than his face.
Something about him turned me on to the point that I needed to come at least once a day. Visions of him fucking me in every different way always sent me spinning into delicious orgasms. I moaned as the tip hit my clit, vibrating intensely, sending me into a mind-blowing orgasm. “Dexter,” I chanted his name from my lips.
It was still too early to be up with nothing to do, so I decided it might be cool to go for a run. As I got dressed, I thought about what if we met. It truly was only a matter of time. We lived directly across the street from each other. After the hospital stay and living in an orphanage, I was adopted and my name legally changed. So unless he decided to keep tabs on me, I’d doubt he’d know who I was. Somehow I couldn’t see him doing something like tracking me down. All the reports in the papers talked about how busy and intensely dedicated he was with company and his charitable works. I was probably just a blip on the radar of his past.
I knew it was stupid to fantasize about a man who hated my family—a family that destroyed his, but the need overcame my sense. Breaking free from those fantasies was going to be hard considering, I could see his condo from mine. Even though the move near to him was accidental, I felt like a crazy stalker chick. I bought the condo after receiving a trust fund that someone had set up after the accident. After my eighteenth birthday, I received payments that would total twenty-two million dollars by the time I was twenty-one. Growing up in a modest home crowded with a large foster family, I wanted something just for me. The little condo at the Everett Towers was perfect, so I snatched it up and saved the rest of the money.
The only reason I learned that I lived near him was that I saw him going into the building. It made sense that he would live near his company, but I wasn’t thinking about it when I picked my place.
Since that day I spotted him, I had made sure to avoid him. Surprisingly, it was pretty easy. Seattle was a very busy city with people moving about all day. Avoiding a run-in during the weekday was simple since he was at work.
What possessed me to go on a run, I didn’t know, but I was fucking nuts for doing it. I wasn’t a runner. I just wanted to fit in with the community, and it seemed like everyone around here was out doing something on nice days. Jogging was already taxing on my body when that jerk knocked me down. It hurt like a motherfucker, but I was too old to cry.
I was taking a breather when, of all people, Dexter Price helped me up. My eyes met his and I gasped. He was sexier than I had ever imagined. I was so wet that I blushed thinking maybe he could tell. What if I smelled? I couldn’t check myself. By the look he gave me, I knew he thought my gasp was about how scary the scars were, but I didn’t even notice them. I was mesmerized by his eyes. They were looking at me like he wanted to know everything about me. I had to get away. A relationship with him would be an epic failure.