Chapter 6
I wore a hoodie on my way to work on Monday to ensure no one else saw the giant red hickey on my neck.
It was a good thing I didn't work at customer service or I would have to dress accordingly.
But I was upstairs in a small room filled with ‘weirdos’ like me writing code for the bigger branches out there. If only the pay matched the work.
“So your best friend leaves town and you're back to your hoodies?” Our security guard asked as I walked into the largest building in the whole of Nevada.
It was a branch of one of the top security firms in America. I planned to request for a transfer once I saved enough for the rent and feeding for at least three months.
I was always planning three times ahead because the feeling of hunger biting deep into me as my family ate downstairs just because I refused to follow them to a church meeting wouldn't let me take a leap. I always had to choose between eating and finishing an extra assignment that my teachers gave me because I was seen as some wonder kid.
It did get me a good job but I was left with so many mental issues that I wondered if it was ever worth it.
I settled in for work and got into it, losing track of time until Cassey threw a paper at me from the next seat.
Or at least that's what I thought because it didn't look like she moved a muscle.
I decided not to play at whatever game she was playing at and not react.
But curiosity got the best of me and I picked up the paper so I picked up the scrolled up paper and opened it.
She gave me a weird look and I didn't want to accept the possibility of this paper not being from the Mohawk and sundress wearing girl that put me through on my first day at work here.
I opened the paper and my thoughts were confirmed.
It wasn't from Cassey.
Rowan was at my office
“Go to your toilet now!” The paper read.
I folded it and rolled it into my hand, not knowing what to do with it.
I thought about ignoring the command in it, I didn't want to encourage this behaviour, certain things should be out of question with our trysts and my workplace was on top of the list.
My come on sense demanded me to stay still and work, but I couldn't type one accurate line of code and instead was getting errors.
“Are you okay?” I heard Casey's voice, jolting me out of the place my head had gone.
“Yea, sorry,” I apologized quickly, realising I was making a colossal mistake that was affecting hers as well.
We worked for rich people who depended on our strong firewall for their safety, and I was creating errors because my pussy had a pact with some invisible being that could make it juice on demand.
So I decided to stop being smart and go warn him to never do this again.
I picked my phone so I could pretend to be on a call and stood up.
But I sat back down and undid everything I'd done since I'd opened that damn paper.
They were all a bunch of gibberish.
Then I proceeded to the bathroom stall, the cleanest in the entire building if you ask me.
We barely used it and yet it was cleaned three times a day.
I held my breath as I looked at the three toilets, wondering which would be perfect for this conversation
The first would let me know immediately someone came in here and the last would mean everyone outside won't hear me telling a ghost to not hunt me at my place or work.
“Last stall it is,” I whispered as I walked down the small toilet hall, my footsteps getting edgier with each step.
I was getting excited for no damn reasonable reason.
“Good girl,” Rowan muttered the second I closed the toilet door, the click sound echoing in the empty hall.
“You can't come into my work place Rowan,” I began immediately, maintaining a stern business-like tone, “no throwing of crumpled papers and – uhh,” I gulped as I felt him grab my boobs. “Rowan!” I whisper-yelled, half horrified, half excited.
“You needed me so I came,” he said as though I had been muttering rubbish earlier.
“I didn't!” I gasped in shock as he hugged me to his chest, his dick hard against my back while he kept massaging my breasts.
“Really?” He whispered in my ear, nipping at it, “why then are your panties soaked this way?” He demanded as he snaked his hand into my joggers, finding the source of his interest.
“It's… you're… you can't! Oh!” I moaned lustfully as he began flicking it back and forth, the sensations sending shocking waves of pleasure through my body.
If I didn't shut up, I'll have the entire building knowing I was doing something so sinister so I bit into my own palm.
“Oh don't be a bore,” he chuckled as he continued his ministrations, “I want the whole world to know you're mine.”
“I would want that too Rowan but I don't even know what you are,” I said but my thoughts were drifting away into moans again and I bit down again.
“You'll know soon Sunshine,” he whispered and plunged his fingers into my pussy, finger fucking me till I was a shaking mess.
I heard him lick my orgasm from his hands and it made me spill more.
Then he kissed my neck and disappeared.
“Oh Good lord what have I gotten myself into?” I whispered as I cleaned myself up and checked my face in the mirror before heading out.
Thankfully I was able to get my job done without bringing down Blue Security Enterprises.
When I got home, to my shock, I saw a box of Chinese takeout on my table as well as lit candles and rose petals scattered around my small room.
“Sorry I couldn't do more,” Rowan said, taking off my hoodie and taking my bag.
“Rowan, why are you doing this? I thought you weren't… I don't even know what to say,” I gasped, putting it on my mental list to actually go to a mental hospital the next day and have myself checked out.
But the evening was perfect in every way and soon, with the laughter and light jokes, I completely forgot I was speaking to someone who wasn't really here.
My reality was getting distorted right before me and I was letting it.
I was getting ready for another night of orgasms and a good night sleep when I heard a knock on the door.
I paused before going to answer it; Claire had traveled, none of my co-workers knew where I lived and a phone call would have been a better alternative so I couldn't figure out exactly why anyone would be knocking on my door so late in the night.
I peeped at my key peephole and saw a man there.
I frowned but I remembered Rowan was still in the house with me, so I opened it.
It was a young, dark, but fine looking young man in male sleepwear
“Sorry to d
isturb your night Neighbour, could I perhaps disturb you for a case of salt?”
Weird.