Trevor Henderson Peeping Tom Novels & Stories

Behind him, a swarm of police, guns drawn and ready. “Drop the gun! Now!” someone yelled from the shadows. June’s heart hammered so hard she thought it might burst. She stared at the man in the center. As his face came into focus, her eyes went wide. She knew him. Mr. Henderson—her old landlord when she ran the bakery. He didn’t look soft or friendly tonight. He looked like he owned the room. “Mr. Henderson?” Her voice barely made it out—just a broken gasp. “Put the gun down, June.” His tone was solid as stone. “I’m Detective Henderson. I’ve been undercover for three years to bring down Romano and Vancent. Let me protect you. Put the gun down.”

she snapped, before turning and rushing away. Trevor watched her go, that same faint smirk still resting on his lips. A faint flash click From the side. A Hidden camera was watching and Capturing them. The same cameraman from the concert. Click. Another shot taken. Trevor’s eyes shifted slightly, He had noticed. Of course he had. If they thought he was unaware— They were mistaken. Pathetic. With one last glance, he turned and walked inside, his thoughts already moving ahead. ********* The Devil’s Club — Inner Chamber

Now, I couldn't through the door looking like I just walked out of a trash can, which basically, I think I just did. I needed to breathe and compose myself. I pivoted towards a door that had a "RESTROOM" tag at the left far corner of the lobby. Thankfully, it was not locked. A rush of relief flooded me for a half minute, but the moment I turned, everything changed. And I froze. Because there was Nate Henderson— my worst nightmare, bending a girl over one of sinks as he delivered savage thrust into her from behind. His eyes were closed, his jaws tight as raw pleasure twisted his face.

I looked at him, my heart filled with anxiety, and asked, "Honey, after what I've done... You really don't hate me?" "I don't blame you. Actually..." Trevor pulled me close, guiding me to sit beside him, and came clean. "I knew there was someone with you that day. I'm not an idiot. I could tell from your state and the sounds I faintly heard." I stared at him in utter shock. "So why didn't you stop it..." Trevor looked slightly embarrassed. "I was going to confront you, but then I realized the noises from your end were turning me on. It gave me a thrill I hadn't felt in years, a rush like when I was young."

I didn’t want to become the next CEO of WereCorp. “Well, I’ll leave you two to discuss your options,” Mr. Henderson said, checking his watch. It was then that I noticed that his watch was new, a Rolex. He never wore stuff like that. I glanced over to the floor near his desk, and felt my heart sink upon seeing the little bag with tissue paper sticking out of it. Was Logan bribing him? For me? Mr. Henderson left. The room was silent, filled by a heavy tension that hung in the air.

It was late at night. Christopher arrived at the hospital. He looked at Wilbur who did not say anything, so he silently waited at a corner. The incident with Tiff instantly caused a buzz among the big shots of Aroma. They could not believe that Samson Honard and Sharon Taver broke the leg of Trevor Penn's woman and that she almost died. It was breaking news to them. Trevor Penn was legendary in Aroma. They wondered why they would dare to mess with his woman.

I followed his line of sight and noticed Christopher Miller still standing nearby, hands tucked in his pockets, staring at us. Although I couldn't see his face, his posture indicated that he was angry. "How did you find out?" I asked as I took Tom's hand and opened the car door. "Oh, Henry noticed something strange and decided to investigate. So, when we apprehended Tyler, we searched his phone for the video he was recording while he attempted to assault you," Tom explained as he entered the car. I quickly circled the vehicle and took a seat in the passenger's seat. "And what did you see?" I asked as I slammed the door a little too hard.

Curious as to why he would be here at this time of the morning, John quietly dismounted his bicycle and walked it up to the garage, for some reason not going into the garage as was his usual custom. Careful to be quiet for some reason, John approached the door to the kitchen in the garage and noticed that it wasn't closed completely, that there was a gap of perhaps an inch or so and that he could see into the kitchen and dining room table. What he saw shocked him to the core of his being. His mother was laying on her back on the dining room table, her hands holding her knees up and apart while Tom Henderson sat in a chair with his face between her legs. John couldn't see his mother's pussy,

I finished the pancakes and took the plates to the sink to clean them up, Blake held me from behind and kissed me softly on my neck. “Have you ever gone hiking?” he asked. “No, not yet,” I replied. “Well...brace yourself, we're going hiking,” he said as he kissed me again on my neck. As he turned and walked towards the door, I had a vision. I saw Trevor standing close to a lake, he had a symbol on his neck, I recognized it from the briefcases of the men who started the fire at Blake’s party. He was dressed like the men from the party and held a similar briefcase in his left hand, and a gun in his right. He looked directly at me, called my name, and vanished.

He picked it up and clicked on his texts, whereupon he saw a new message from the sender whose profile picture was of Esther. The message read, "Let's do a classic, fairytale-inspired photoshoot." A smile curved James' lips. He replied, "Okay." He then turned to Wendell and said, "Have my mother tag along with us to the pre-wedding photoshoot tomorrow." Wendell secretly doubted Wanda was in the mood for such a thing, but he couldn't bring himself to tell James about it. He lowered his voice and continued his report, "Henderson Group was found to have been involved in minor tax evasion and got off on a huge fine worth tens of millions. They've been allowed to resume operations.