Stalking The CEO 2

I must have been crazy turning down such a juicy offer. She was only but a girl who was desperate to have her needs met.

And I certainly wouldn't give her what she needed. I wasn't made to believe such weak and easy tales.

I knew she had been stalking me, from the park, down to my house, to the office and the grocery store. I was bound to make her hate me, but that did not deter her one bit.

She seemed more spirited, skirting away from morals and needing to do the needful. She was someone I knew but didn't know. The thought of her breasts, thoughts that they could fill my hands had me aroused yet again.

One good thing was how I had willed myself in not giving in to the temptations of her alluring body but I didn't know how long my self-control would last. So, she had to go.

I must snap out of all lucid dreams about her, I was old enough to become her father. Why then was I nestled deep in the thoughts of her?

I passed by her house when returning home, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I would be a bad man if I allowed myself to languish in her tender arms. Yes, I was already a terrible man pointing out the fact that she knew about my sexual escapades.

The thought of it twitched my manhood, and I caught myself thinking about ramming my meat in her.

"Oh, for the love of God." I slammed my palm to my head, got out of my SUV, and started towards the door while nodding to a greeting passed by the butler.

While bathing I heard snatches of creaks but doubted what I heard. It might probably be the cook, trying out some new recipes. I had to step out of my room in my fluffy robe as the noise grew.

Tory, the butler was wrestling with a scruffy kid, pulling her arm aggressively. I couldn't catch sight of the child's face, the silhouette only gave me the shape of a girl.

"Tory, what is going on here?" I asked.

Tory froze at the sound of my voice but never let go of the child's arm. "Sir, I'm so sorry. I don't know how she got in."

The girl stirred and skated her eyes towards me.

I'll be God-damned.

I supposed for fear of his job, Tory hadn't bothered to let me know about the intruder. The gates had tight security, how the hell had she gotten in?

Her eyes were blurred with tears, was she about to cry?

"Tory, that would be all."

"But sir, I'll have her thrown out this instant." His voice was firm.

"That would be all, Tory," I repeated, turning to face the girl.

When Tory's footsteps had receded, I walked closer to her meeting her gaze head-on. What I'd thought were tears were the state of her eyes, glassy like the sea.

"How did you get in?" I asked.

"I scrambled into the trunk of your car. You're my only hope, Mr. Raphael." She answered.

Her audacity spooked me, the same as her stalking on me. What in the world was wrong with her?

I should have thrown her out that instant, but I allowed myself to return to my room while she followed me.

"You have the guts," I smirked watching her intently as she shut the door behind her.

"I'm never giving up, sir." She flipped her hair back with a shaky hand.

I arched a brow. "You've broken your agreement. I could have you punished for dual offenses."

"You can punish me in different ways. If it would appease you."

My cock twitched behind the robe hearing that. Did she know what she was asking of me?

I laughed a short laugh, pushing myself to stand before her. Her hair was ragged, whipped by the rain which had poured earlier on, her boyish clothes clung desperately to her body.

"Do you know what you ask of me?" I asked, capturing her face in one of my hand.

Her skin burned beneath my touch, and her gasp only made my boner harder. I pushed a finger into her slightly opened mouth, thrusting it in while envisioning myself pounding her.

I shoved her gently so that she was jammed against the door, pressing my body on her even though she had been wet by the rain.

Her breath hitched while my breath ragged on, I wanted to kiss her and run my fingers through her damp hair. Her chest rose and fell as I found my hands cupping the exact breasts that had haunted me for hours.

She is but a girl, the thought stung. I collected myself, stepping back at once while meeting her shocked expression.

Was she expecting this to continue? I turned away, hiding the protruded bulge formed on my robe.

"If what you say about your predicament is true, I would help you." I knew why I was saying that. I wanted her out.

How could a girl like her turn me on? How long do I have to restrain myself from acting like the justified man that I was not?

"Take a shower, when you return, you shall have your cash given to you. And when you do, leave." I told her.

She must have been shocked, she did walk into the bathroom but returned clean and naked. I thought I must be running mad.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed still dressed in my robe when she stepped out from the bathroom. Her round breasts stood out while droplets of water drenched from her hair ran down her proud breasts. Her dotted areoles nestled her pointed rock-hard nipples. Tiny strands of curls rolled on her public area, making my hands ache to touch her right there.

Had she gone mad? What was she thinking?

All sense of reasoning raced out from me when she walked towards me, climbed to the bed to reach me. Then, she pulled off the sash knotted around my waist.