CHAPTER 7 | OVERWHELMED WITH SHAME

LORENZO'S POV

Ever since I saw the picture of Echo and her friend on her social media profile, I have been trying to get informations about the girl in question and I finally saw a picture on Echo's I*******m page where Echo tagged her friends account.

"I don't understand, am I supposed to know any Laura Williams?" She asked curiously.

"Yes, apparently, that's your best friend's name. Take a look at her profile." I face my laptop towards her.

But the surprising thing is that Laura doesn't have even a picture of Echo on her profile, looking through Laura's profile alone, it's almost like she's not friends with Echo, meanwhile, she is all over Echo page. I guess the friendship wasn't mutual after all, it doesn't seem like she likes Echo, I guess that's why it was easy for her to steal Echo's identity.

"Oh I see, Laura." She murmured as she stared at her picture. "It looks like she's living a good life, so why did she steal my identity?"

That's the same question I have been asking myself, what's the need to steal someone else's identity when she's living a good life. "I think she knows about your death or she knows that you are dead, which is why she easily stole your identity." To the best of my knowledge from all my findings on the social media, the news of Echo's death is not out, no one knows that she's dead yet.

So if Laura knows about her death then I am almost a hundred percent sure that she has something to do with her death, she is involved somehow. "I think so too, but what exactly happened?"

"I really don't know but I have a plan, will go closer to her and hopefully we can be friends and she can trust me enough to share some informations with me or maybe I can snoop around but either way, I am finding out the truth." I said truthfully.

It's already bad enough that a young beautiful lady is dead and stuck in limbo without any explanation as to what happened to her or why she's lingering around as a ghost even though she seems like a good person, so the least I can do is to help her get some answers.

"Thank you but if she's truly guilty of my death, don't you think that you will be putting yourself at risk, it could be really dangerous. I don't want you to get hurt because you are trying to help me, I won't be able to forgive myself if anything happens to you." That's the more reason why I must help her.

She's a ghost and instead of her to be selfish and worry about herself alone, here she is worrying about me, so if there is a chance that Laura is somehow involved in what's happening to Echo, then I will make sure that she doesn't get away with it.

"Don't worry about me, I will be fine. I will be very careful and discreet." I assured and she smiled.

"Thanks so much Enzo, I don't know why you are so nice to me when you are supposed to be scared but whatever the case is, I am thankful and I am happy to have you."

"Are you kidding, have you seen you. You are a fucking cute ghost, there is absolutely nothing to be scared of. If you were not a ghost, you would have been moaning loudly and screaming my name right about now."

"Oh God, you are so nasty Enzo. I knew you were going to find a way to ruin the moment." We both started laughing. "Anyways I am leaving, good night." She disappeared before I could say anything else.

If I am being fucking honest, she's so damn hot and that black skimpy night dress of hers is driving me fucking crazy and even as a ghost, if I could actually touch and hold her, I would have fucked her already, it doesn't matter to me if she's a ghost.

After she left, I returned back to her social media handle and I looked through her pictures till I found my favorite... I lay properly on the bed and on my back, one arm tucked beneath my head, the other wrapped around my aching dick.

The low hum of my computer filled the silence, my laptop screen casting a flickering of light over my bare skin that is setting the perfect mood and Echo's picture stared back at me.

The picture is in no way seductive, yet it's driving me crazy more than any explicit fantasy ever could. The way she looked over her shoulder, caught mid-laugh, strands of hair spilling like silk against her cheek is fucking sexy. Innocent, effortless… and maddening.

"Damn." I cursed as my fingers tightened, stroking my dick slowly, deliberately, like I am drawing out the torment, I worshipped every stroke. "Oh yeah." My breaths grew shallow, chest rising and falling with every stroke and every sound I imagine she might make. "Fuck." I cursed as I imagined her perfect mouth calling my name, Enzo... She's the only one that calls me that.

I bit my bottom lip, my eyes are locked on the screen as if looking away would break whatever spell she had on me. Heat coiled low in my gut, raw and insistent.

"Fuck," I breathed, my jaw clenched, my rhythm faltering as the tension peaked. "You have no idea what you do to me." The muscles in my thighs tensing. My hand moved faster now, the buildup crashing over me like a wave too strong to resist.

"Oh shit." My release hit hard, hot, fast, shuddering. I groaned through gritted teeth, riding it out with her name still lingering in my head. I bit down on a moan as the pressure inside me finally snapped. "Oh fuck... fuck." My release tore through me in waves, hot, blinding, and almost violent.

I came with a grunt. "Oh shit... Ech..." Her name caught in my throat like a secret too dirty to say aloud and even then, as the pleasure faded and my body settled into the quiet again, I didn’t look away from her picture... I couldn't.

"Fuck, that was so messed up, I am messed up." I murmured as the heat, pleasure and satisfaction faded almost instantly, chased off by the cold sting of reality. My chest is still heaving, my hand still slick from my cum, but all I could do was stare at the screen, her picture and feel the shame twist deeply in my gut.

"Oh damn, that was fucking despicable." She's fucking dead. "Masturbating to the picture of a ghost? That's definitely a new low." I shut my laptop and I tossed it aside because I can't stand to look at her anymore, I am so ashamed.

A photograph of a ghost, a girl I don't even know her fate or situation. I don't even know if she's buried or not... I mean, it was fun while it lasted but now, I feel like a horrible person.

"Shit." I dragged a hand down my face before I reluctantly got out of bed and made a my way to the bathroom, swallowing hard as the guilt bloomed like rot in my chest. "I need a shower." Maybe I can wash away all my filth, shame and guilt.

I stayed longer than necessary in the bathroom, hoping to wash away my shame and feel better but even after thirty minutes or so, I still felt like crap... I returned to my room and plopped on the bed, I feel bad about masturbating to the picture of Echo, infact , I am overwhelmed with shame but it's not really my fault, I am stuck her with her looking so sexy all the damn time, I think it's normal that I gave into all the sexual tension.

Just as I was about to get some sleep, my phone started ringing. I checked the caller ID and realized that it's my best friend.

"Hey Jayden, what's up?" I asked as soon as I picked up.

"I should be asking you that man, you have been on radio silence since you arrived. You were supposed to call after settling in but you didn't, is everything okay?" I have been so caught up with the whole drama with echo that I completely forgot about him.

"I'm fine bro, sorry, my bad. I got carried away with a few things over here. In fact, you won't believe what I have going on here but don't worry, I will see you tomorrow." I really need to talk to him about this, maybe he will have some suggestions on how to help Echo because it's obvious that I can't do everything on my own.

"Okay, I will be expecting you or we can just go to the club or something, to celebrate your arrival." He pointed out.

I mean apart from the fact that I moved here to improve my life and career, I am also here to have maximum fun, so going to the club is a good idea.

"Of course, we can meet at the club."

"Okay, see you tomorrow." He said before I ended the call.