Lusted After You

St. Louis, Missouri I'm here now, in what is considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it wasn't for Kim, I wouldn't have bothered to travel so far just to get her this fucking file. Damn her brain for always forgetting things that are important to her and having to involve me as a delivery-girl.I took my cell phone out of my bag, dialed Kim. I hoped she would answer soon so that the incident-that-I-won’t-to-tell wouldn't happen again like last time."Hello, Leanne, are you here?" she said on the second ring."Now quickly tell me where to go?""Get a taxi, I will send you the address." From the tone in which she spoke, I could tell that she was in a hurry for some reason."Pray to your God that I always remember that you are my best friend," I said simply."I'll text you, Leanne." That was the last word before she unilaterally ended the call. Truly a person who understood gratitude.Actually, Kim is not really the type of person who is very annoying. She just gets

"No, Isaac. I don't think she knows who I am. She did it out of humanity."That deep voice made me regain consciousness. I blinked slowly, only to discover that I was in an unfamiliar room dominated by gray and white."No. I've destroyed the CCTV and I'm still wearing gloves."I looked at a man standing with his back to me. He was wearing jeans combined with a thin white shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbows. From here I could see his sturdy arms and beautiful back. Intending to listen to his conversation, I decided not to show any signs that I had woken up. Although I tried desperately to endure the pain in my shoulder. A thick blanket covered me up to my neck. I was eager to open it, but was afraid that the handsome man would find out about my consciousness."Let's just say I'm unlucky if it's going to be like that. You know for a fact, don't you, that I can always evade the police."Wait, what? Why is he bringing up the police? Sure enough … what if I'm involved too? No, n

He lowered his head while his hands tightened on the steering wheel. "I can't say it. I'm sorry. And now I'm even more burdened because you've helped me twice.""Then you'll have to pay," I said flatly and quickly. He looked at me with an inexplicable gaze. "Give me an explanation.""Other than that.""I don't want anything else," I retorted, not to be outdone."Then be prepared for disappointment." The young man replied softly and coldly."But you promised me."He ruffled his hair and growled, "You've turned my two principles against me." The man let out a long breath. "Well, let's just say that I'm not a man whose life is smooth and doesn't have a variety of problems chasing me wherever I go. You know, I've done something that makes them angry and eager to take my life. Are you satisfied?""I'm not really surprised," I commented in a coldly pretentious tone. Although inwardly I was thinking about what he had done to put his life in danger.The roar of the car sounded faintly, growin

Three days had passed since the incident and I had never once seen Marco again. However, the memory of him didn't want to leave my head, nor did the pain of the gunshot wound on my left shoulder.Thankfully, the shot only grazed the periphery of the shoulder, not penetrating the flesh or bone. So I didn't need to go to the hospital and avoided the doctor's question of where I got this gunshot wound. And without me answering, they would have guessed that I got it from a gunshot incident in a cafeteria. If that was the case, the police would join in. They would question me, Marco's name would inevitably be mentioned, and the accident I had a few days ago would also be revealed.I'm not safe. I've had almost two run-ins with the police in my day here. And both of them were related to Marco. According to what I heard at his house when he called Isaac, Marco is indeed a suspicious person. Ninety percent of me was convinced that Marco was a bad guy who was always being chased by people and

I made it through the sex well, at least for Fred, and was lucky that I didn't screw up by mispronouncing Fred's name as Marco. If I had, I don't know how would Fred have felt.My reflection in the bathroom mirror portrayed someone more confident, more refreshed, and happier. Being in touch with Fred helped me a lot not to be sad about what Marco had done to me. I also felt less pathetic, I proved myself that I could kiss (and have sex) right after Marco thought that he kissed me just to pay a debt, just to give him an advantage. And it wasn't an emotional advantage.My cell phone rang from inside my bag. Of course it was Kim."Leanne, where are you?" I could hear her lowering her voice.I leaned against the edge of the bathroom counter. "I'm with someone, no need to worry.""Someone...? Oh...," I was one hundred percent sure she was holding back a giggle. "Alright, have fun!" And Kim immediately hung up, very hurriedly, not like she would normally ask a lot of questions. Maybe she wa