Though Dee was my friend, I had another friend that held a much bigger piece of my heart—books.
I would find myself wrapped in the pages of a book, being soothed by its words until I finally had to reluctantly dog ear its pages due to some responsibility demanding my attention.
I can remember sitting, huddled in the hallway next to the bookshelves encased in glass, staring reverently at the treasured sets of encyclopedias.
Hours upon hours, I would sit and read, letting the words and literature soothe me. Its soothing balm would be something that I would pass on to others in the form of my storytelling.
I don’t quite remember when it happened but one day my fingers touched the keyboard of a computer and they have not ceased.
I literally felt the life pouring out of me and onto that computer screen.
The grammar police, the naysayers, the critics, and the book reviewers could not be heard because my imagination had been given an outlet. I had found a way to tell my story and tell my story, I would.
You see… that is what I do. I weave a tale, I tell a story, and I pull my reader into my world. They see, feel, and understand the story being told to them and then they connect. The ‘ah ha’ moment grips them. It’s the moment that says, “I am understood…”
The journals confirm what I already know. She has an innate love of literature. This will actually speed up her training process. I am bonding with her as I read and I’m learning what motivates her.
It also reveals that she has the ability to be a chameleon. In my line of work, that can mean the difference between life and death. She‘s learned from an early age how to deal with not only emotional adversity, but physical discomfort as well. Things like pain, hunger, and withstanding the elements are all part her new job. Unlike many trainees, she is already trained in many of those areas; her hard life has seen to that. I have every intention of utilizing her personality traits for the good of the operation.
I set the computer off to the side and make my way to her room. I suddenly have this inexplicable need to see her and want to peek in on her while she’s sleeping. Her eyes flutter open as she wakes. I wonder if she can feel the presence of someone in her room. If so, it’s a good sign.
“I can’t sleep,” my voice comes out raspy, thick with the lust I’m feeling for her. I pull down my jogging pants and straddle her, pulling her clothing off in the process. She looks at me like she is studying me in the dim light the moon provides for us. She’ll have her hands full; I’m not an easy man to figure out. I’ve spent years learning how to hide my emotions.
“No matter what happens, you need to remember I’m dedicated to you and only you.” She nods her head and bites at her bottom lip. I grip her hips and lift her up, hooking her legs under my arms. “I want you to remember my dedication towards you and keep it mind because, right now, I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.”
I plunge my cock into her, purposely trying to hurt her to make my point. Her hands attempt to push against my chest, as if she is trying to get away from my assault, but her hips betray her true motives as she raises them to meet my thrusts.
“Oh fuck, baby girl, you feel so damn good. You’re made for me, made for this line of work. We’re going to be so good together. We are so good together.”
My thrusts become more insistent as her pussy locks down around me, pulling an orgasm from my body as she climaxes. I collapse onto her, using my hands to prevent my full body weight from crushing her. I soothe her, running my hands through her long, blonde hair. I have never slept with a woman after sex before but I will sleep in here tonight because she is so much more than just a random fuck to me. She is my partner.
Chapter Seven
Johnnie
Once again, I wake up to Cash sitting in the chair and watching me sleep as he rubs his thumb over his full bottom lip. I watch him back, completely mesmerized until he chuckles, pulling me from my thoughts.
“As much as I would love to subject myself to your scrutiny, we have a job and I need to go over the details with you.”
I jump from the bed, excited at the thought, and grab a pair of underwear from the dresser. If he keeps ripping them off of me the way he does, it’s going to cost him a fortune replacing them for me.
I go through my morning ritual and hurry back out to where he’s sitting. This morning, he has a woman serving us and I can’t help but wonder if it’s on purpose. I wait until she leaves before I speak, looking at him over the rim of my coffee cup.
“I hope you didn’t fire the poor waiter you reprimanded for no reason.”
“When it comes to you, I’ll not tolerate anyone else becoming intrigued with you.”