Craving Mr. Cane のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 137

“What do you mean, we can’t go in? Motherfuc-” Austin growled at the guard. “Sorry, sorry! It’s policy, sir. We can’t have visitors during emergencies. We’re fixing the issue. I mean, there isn’t really one, it’s just…” the guard sighed as Austin continued throwing daggers with his eyes. “What aren’t you saying? You’re hiding something.” Austin snarled one more time. “It’s just policy, Mister. I can’t disclose what’s happening inside. But I can’t let you enter either.”“That’s entirely ridiculous! You can’t just do that, okay? What the fuck is really going on? Tell me now,” he demanded. Before things could get any more heated, I intervened. “Hey, could you just give us a moment, please? And can you just step back a little? No need to brandish your gun like that. We just wanted to visit someone.”“Yes, ma’am. Sorry, it’s just a little tense out here.” “No worries.” He stepped away. Austin and I were left alone outside the prison’s entrance. Staring at the gate and wondering how he

I found him hunched over one of those monstrous gym machines. Working up a sweat, almost hyper ventilating as he pushed his body. The poor guy isn’t letting up. He hasn’t noticed me when he next hopped onto a treadmill. Austin ran and ran. He ran like someone was out to get him. I watched him as he pushed and pushed his legs, like if he stopped something bad might happen. My stomach bottomed out. He doesn’t deserve what his family has done to him. What they’re planning to do. “Love…” I whispered. “Are you… are you okay?”He looked up and the pained expression on his face imprinted on my brain. I hadn’t seen him like this in a long while, not since I fucked up. I wanted to reach out and remove all his worries. So I did. He stopped running but his head remained hung low. I wasn’t sure if it’s sweat or those are tears. But his heavy breathing indicated that it could be either. Austin doesn’t cry. He doesn’t show emotions. Not until now. Not until his whole world is crumbling around

My legs felt like jelly. We passed by Hailey. If my brain wasn’t melted by what he did to me in that shower, I would have been embarrassed by the awkward situation, but since I’m properly fucked out, none of that mattered. Meanwhile, Austin was lounging. He was lounging and actually not even covering his smug face when we got back to his office. At least Hailey had the decency to give us a moment before they proceeded to a meeting. “Oh my god, you’re a child! Get up, go!” I almost slapped his shoulder, wanting to slap the smirk off his mouth instead, but I’m guessing that would be too much since his lawyer was just outside the door. He lazily got up and adjusted himself. He was still hard. He got a drink. And when it came time to talk to his lawyer, the mood changed. He wanted me there. He wanted to take on whatever it was together. And when Hailey laid out all the cards, her new intel, basically an iron-clad strategy for everything, Austin was quiet. Calculated. He dismissed her

“It’s really you. Fuck.” It just dawned on Mr. Therapist that he’s in the hands of Olivia’s greatest love. Somehow, I stood taller and puffed out my chest. He couldn’t see me smiling, but I bet he could hear it in my voice. “Stay here. We’re going to have some fun.” I promised him as I crept up the stairs. I quickened my steps because I just had an exciting idea. I went to my garage, got the garden hose and a few pliers. He was pleading as he heard my steps coming back to him. I was practically vibrating with anticipation of what’s to come. I installed the hose to the nearest faucet. My basement is equipped exactly for this. It’s my haven. “What… what’s happening?” He could not hide his fear; his voice was wavering. And when those first few drops of ice-cold water hit his naked body, I couldn’t contain myself. This was too much fun. I let the water wash away all the filth he had accumulated over the past few days. And when he was shivering from the cold and squicky clean, I got out