Dancing With The Devil | Mr Freezy
A/N: Helloo everyone. So this is my entry for @cloudystevie 4k followers Mob AU challenge. First of all just wanna say, congratulations on hitting 4k, lovely. You deserve it.
Secondly i want to issue a warning for this fic. It is quite possibly the longest fic i have ever written, unintentionally of course. I was tempted to split it up into parts but in the end decided not to for my own reasons so i understand if it takes everyone a while to read or a couple days to get down to reading it but i really hope it’s worth the wait and i’m confident in this fic.
I will now go back to writing requests in my ask box and part 9 to Only Love Can Hurt Like This shall be out soon. Also want to give a special shoutout to @mychemicalimagines and @llamadelreyx you two have listened to me drone on about this fic for over a month and i’m eternally grateful. Thank you both❤️
Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.
Pairing: Mob!Robert Pronge aka Mr Freezy x Fem!Reader/MobFem!Reader
Warnings: Talk of murder and actual murder described in detail. Cyanide poisoning, gun use, drug use, alcohol use, unprotected sexual intercourse, cigarette smoking, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, spit kink, biting kink, vaginal fingering, anal play, anal sex, oral (m & f receiving), slow burn (sorta), swearing, mention of domestic abuse/implied, mention of petty crimes (stealing, graffiti), mention of drug dealing, heavy angst, heavy fluff and heavy smut. As always guys, when it comes to a man like Freezy, it’s important you understand the tough topics mentioned in this fic and it’s important that you’re 18 and older when reading. Thank you.
Word Count: 65,140 (wheww, issa long one)
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Roberts whole life has consisted of him building walls sky high to keep anyone and everyone out. Walls that could quite literally resemble that of barbed wire, if someone got too close they’d get shocked.
He’d made it his life long goal to be forever alone because to him, being alone was better than facing disappointment at the hands of others, it was better than risking the chance of someone else having the upper hand over him. And maybe that’s why he ran down the wrong path, got caught up with the wrong people, people who lead him to the position he’s in now.
Sure, being a criminal isn’t exactly a career but it’s money, big money and easy money. And money seems to be the only companion in his life right now along with the cold blooded acts he completes to get it.
Those first fleeting minutes after his introductory hit man job were like none other. The adrenaline rush he got was enough to make him want to do it again. He revelled in inflicting pain upon others, having their lives in his two large calloused hands. He felt power greater and heavier than the weight of the world, he became addicted and eventually was hired as a full time contract killer.
Contract killing is a form of murder in which one party hires another to kill a targeted person or multiple people.
Robert soon discovered he had a very special set of skills, well more so that he was colossally fucked up. He had no empathy, no sympathy and no heart or at least not a heart that was visible to others. He’d buried it too deep.
See, his start in life was rough to say the least. His parents always neglected to be there at important times and his childhood consisted of him fending for himself.
His dad was a drug dealer and his mom was just along for the merry little ride, doing whatever his dad ordered her to do. He knocked her around, treated her like his property, not exactly setting the best example for young Robert who was still learning how to read and write. But beggars can’t be choosers and you can never choose the family that you’re born into.
Roberts dad had spent years preaching to him about what being a man really means. To be a man you have to be tough, you can’t put up with any bullshit from anyone and if you want something then take it.
Oh and lastly the golden rule, never let anyone see you vulnerable.
Once his mid teenage years had rolled around, Roberts dad’s little business had reached it’s peak. He was employing more people to deal for him and buying more weapons to keep in the house just in case one of his clients or employees decided to get testy. And as bad as it was, Robert couldn’t help but feel influenced by his dad.
He even started partaking in minor crimes at the age of 13, only silly things like stealing candy from the local grocery store at first. He never got caught so the games always continued. He felt invincible as time went on, being that he was able to start robbing to sell to his fellow delinquent friends at school. Alcohol was the sought after, it was all the rage in his group.
In fact shortly after, things took a rather dark and interesting turn for young Robert as he reached the tender age of seventeen. His actions had gone unnoticed for so long that he came to the realisation that graffiti and stealing were no longer cutting it. He was eager to move on to the next best thing...assault.
After wasting the night away, drinking in the field with his so called friends, Robert decided to stumble back home when a car pulled up next to him.
A rather elaborately dressed man got out, ranting and raving about how he was walking in the road and how he should have been looking where he was going.
He was talking as though Robert gave a shit what he was saying. So instead of listening to him boorishly drone on, he continued to walk, well if you can even call it that.
He was losing his balance more often than not but nevertheless, he kept on. As he turned another corner, he realised he was one more block away from his house, still away from any buildings though. He just had one alleyway left to walk down, he’d soon see more street lights.
However, that stranger just wouldn’t drop it, he couldn’t get over Roberts careless attitude so he followed him. A decision that he later regretted.
He crept up behind him, grabbing a hold of his jacket before shoving him up against one of the walls, a pure sinister glint in his eyes as he seethed with rage.
“Listen you little punk, i was talking to you” he spat, hoping he’d get through to the young man but instead it had the opposite effect. Robert couldn’t have cared any less even if he had actively tried to. His head was pounding from all of the vodka he’d consumed and along with the large amounts of alcohol consumption came a lack of brain cells or care for any consequences.
Robert chuckled at the man, not taking anything he had said seriously. That’s when he was shoved again causing him to smack his head off the wall and he could practically feel the blood seeping out of the fresh wound.
“You shouldn’t have done that” Robert said, tutting as wide smile graced his face upon staring the man down. The stranger was completely perplexed at the sight, his brows joining.
With his guard down, Robert managed to flip him around so he could snatch away the upper hand for himself before he raised his fist and punched him right in the nose. All that could be heard in that small alleyway was a loud crack and that was when he knew the strangers nose was fucked. But he didn’t feel bad about it, he expected to feel guilt even just a little but it never arrived.
In fact he felt proud of himself, the adrenaline rush was too good to miss. So he hit him again and the blow was just enough to knock the stranger to the ground where Robert joined him. He proceeded to punch until he’d had enough, rising to his feet to tower over the unconscious mans body. A satisfied and smug smirk appeared.
He could have easily apologised for his actions and been on his way but he decided that he didn’t want to deal with that mans smart mouth. He had this perception that he was above Robert because he was driving his fancy car, in his fancy clothes and his designer watch. Robert refused to stand idly by and let him get away with that. So he took care of it and the second he’d finished admiring his work he fled, racing home to sneak in and avoid waking his parents.
Once he’d gotten a taste for blood, he craved more and that’s when he knew he was destined for something greater.
More weeks passed with him picking fights and scrapping with anyone who so much as looked at him the wrong way and he began to earn himself a reputation. If his parents knew about his erratic behaviour then they didn’t care to correct it. After all, his mom was a doormat for his criminally minded dad and she didn’t dare speak up and voice her opinions because all that would usually follow was a reminder that she was only useful for sex, cooking and cleaning.
However, that was the norm back then, women rarely ever got the respect they were owed.
Much like the outcome of the majority of Roberts crimes, he eventually grew tiresome. He had a habit of getting bored very easily, always searching for something new to focus his pent up anger on, the anger of a loveless household and parents that fought all throughout the night. A dad who would rarely ever acknowledge him and a mom that cried all day whilst his dad was away doing god knows what to provide.
So it’s really no surprise that he got into more serious crimes...like murder.
He was tracked down by a guy who was a lot older than him, a guy who was at least in his mid twenties. He’d seen Robert a couple of times, knocking about the streets with his friends, fighting even and he figured he’d make for the perfect employee for his dad’s business, working as a contract killer.
Robert was wary at first but soon came round to the idea and the moment he turned 18, he was sent off on his first job.
He was trained on what to do prior to that night but it wasn’t easy, put it that way. Robert certainly felt a little anxious and out of his depth since he was rolling with the big men but he had a point to prove, a chip on his shoulder if you will.
However despite his concerns and nerves he still went through with the it, cleaning up after himself before the bosses son pulled up in a black van to help lug the body into it. He drove Robert back to his house, promised him a huge payout for the job the very next day and drove off.
Funnily enough he bought his first apartment with that money and he ended up living there for around 2 years. Since that first payout, he never bothered to look back. Not just at his old life but his family too.
He did one last deed, a good one at that before he left though. He reported his dad anonymously to the police, tipping them off about his drug dealing and the abuse he had been subjecting his mother to. If he was going to leave for good, he wanted to make sure she had at least one solid chance at happiness, even if it meant he’d never see her again.
As much as he admired his dad, he couldn’t look past the way he’d treat his mother like she was nothing but the dirt on his shoe. She’d brought Robert into this filthy world and he owed her some gratitude. That was one of the few good things about Robert and to this day it still is.
More years had passed by, thousands of more bodies were collected and he still felt that hunger for more. However, he was growing tired of working for someone.
He was beginning to crave the idea of authority, being the boss and owning his own little business, where douche bags just like him would go out and collect his debt and believe it or not, whilst working for other people all of this time he'd accumulated a few debts of his own.
He did favours for others, kept secrets and loaned money to assholes who failed to pay him back. Maybe if he had his own business, he could be in charge of their fate.
Another couple months passed since he first had that idea of being the man in charge and as each day came and went, it was looking like a better idea.
That’s when his current boss James called him up earlier today and demanded to see him immediately.
So of course he got there as fast as he could, even running a few red lights. If James tells him to jump, he says how high, literally. But soon enough, he’ll be in control. He’ll be calling the shots, he’ll have the upper hand.
Once he arrived at the office, James locked the door before returning to his seat behind the desk.
One day that seat will be his.
Although he expected it to be bad, he wasn’t scared. If there is one thing that is for certain about Robert Pronge it’s that he prides himself on fearing no one and nothing. He had isolated himself so far from anyone and anything that there was nothing at stake for him to lose. However that soon changed when James offered his business to him.
If anyone had heard that conversation they’d automatically think that James was unbalanced to give away his business that he’d spent the better part of 30 years working on to who some would call an amateur.
He’d collected a large catalogue of clients who now go to him regularly whenever they need a job doing and he had an even bigger list of men ready to take it on, Pronge included. But out of all of his workers, Pronge has always been by far the best in his eyes.
He’s been perfecting his craft since the age of 18. Now in his mid to late 30’s, he’s the go to for any high risk jobs since he knows how to cover his tracks better than anyone else. Plus he gets the biggest kick out of inflicting pain, he’s pretty fucked up like that.
Refusing to turn such an opportunity down, Robert accepted without hesitation, he’d be a fool to. After all, this is what he’s wanted for so long, to run things, be the man behind the desk, the boss.
Now he is.
Well, not officially.
James has to die first.
See, he confided in Robert about the tumour the doctors discovered on his brain and sure treatment is available and he’s been getting chemo therapy for months but nothing seems to be shrinking it, in fact it’s doing more harm than good. He knows he doesn’t have long so he’s just trying to get all of his ducks in a row...starting with his will.
He informs Robert that he’s drafting one up, one that will leave the business and all of the money that comes with it to him since he never had kids and his wife wouldn’t have the first clue about what to do with any of this.
She’ll inherit a large amount that was kept away from the business money just for her.
All that’s left to do now though is wait it out and complete any further jobs for him. But first, he has to finish off others. Decomposing bodies which he has to do very soon, today even.
Meanwhile you’re on the other side of town, working 9-5 at Victoria’s Secret. It’s not the worst job in the world, the pay is decent enough and your colleagues are easy going and fun to work with. Besides, it’s free lingerie for you, not that you have anyone to show it off to which kind of makes it pointless but when you wear it you feel elite and pretty. A feeling every woman should experience. Who needs men eh?
Your upbringing was the polar opposite of Roberts. It was far from perfect but you were stable. Your dad was a lawyer and your mom was a housewife. He was always taking her out to dinner once a week and showering her with kisses every morning before he left home and now that you think more on it, it’s probably why you’ve spent so many years aiming to find a love exactly like it.
You’ve always yearned for romance.
It became a regular thing in your household where your dad and mom would sit you down once a week and have family night. Board games, takeout and lots of laughter. They even let you try alcohol once and although the liquid burned on its way down your throat, you enjoyed it.
You never had to spend long nights tossing and turning as you wondered why they didn’t care like Robert did because it was obvious how much you were adored by them.
You did semi well in school, you got good grades and soon after you landed your first real job. It was only making tea and coffee at the local hair salon but it was something at least. Oh and you also swept away all of the hair that had been chopped off.
After working there for around a year you decided you’d worked hard enough and were reeking no benefits. So you left and got another job at a video store and it was the best job that you could have ever gotten.
You were there all day every day aside from Sundays and the pay was a whole lot better. Besides, you were a movie fanatic so the fact that you got to rent movies for free was an added bonus that you took full advantage of.
You mostly took out horror and romance movies, you’d sit down on the evenings and even make your parents watch some with you. Your dad loved horror movies too, your mom however not so much.
More years came and went and you were still at that video store but much to your disappointment, it eventually closed. The owner wasn’t making as much money anymore so he decided to close it down. But he let you keep some of your favourite movies as a little keepsake to remember your time there.
Now here you are, the age of 29 and still working in retail.
As for your parents, they both passed away a couple of years back. They weren’t exactly young when they had you so they always expected it to happen soon enough.
Your dad got lung cancer, probably due to all the smoking and your mom got brain cancer.
You took care of them for years as you lived with them right up until they passed. It was definitely hard to watch them slowly deteriorate, the people who brought you into this world were leaving you and it was a tough pill to swallow.
You felt like your life was falling apart day by day and there was nothing you could do to stop it. All that you could do was be there for them and savour every last second you had.
Your mom was the first to go, leaving you and your dad shattered.
One night when you were heading up to bed, you passed your dads room and what you heard made you still your movements.
He was talking to your mom, telling her all about his day and how he beat you at chess. You wiped your tears away, a sad smile gracing your face as you slid down the wall outside of the room. You spent God knows how long that night just listening to his endless rambling to the love of his life and it was comforting in a way.
Just the knowledge of your dad missing her and still being as madly in love with her as he was when they were kids gave you hope for the future that maybe you’d meet someone who would feel the same way about you.
When your dad passed it was like the broken pieces of your heart that you’d finally taped back together after your mom had broken again. It wasn’t in any state to be fixed, they were gone and that was that.
They left a huge gaping hole in the wake of their deaths and every night after that you cried yourself to sleep as you mumbled details about your day to your two angels in the sky. Of course they didn’t respond but you always knew they were listening and that they were right there with you.
Once you managed to even make any decisions on their house, you came to the conclusion of keeping it. It was filled with memories that you had made with them and it was your childhood home so it was a no brainer. You renovated small parts and completed a bit of redecorating and now it’s where you currently live. It’s perfect.
As you return to the cash register, joining your colleague Jenny who’s leaning on the wall, she continues your ongoing chat.
“So, how’s the dating scene treating you?” she asks, smirking wickedly and provoking a thunderous laughter to fall from your mouth.
“What dating scene? I’ve gone out with 2 guys this last week and both of them were about as useful as a vibrator with no batteries” you roll your eyes at her and she bursts into laughter with you.
“I’m sure things will pick up soon, you’re a catch” she smiles softly, walking over to the register and standing next to you as a young woman who looks about seventeen approaches.
She places two white laced sets on the counter which you ring up right away, announcing the total to her and collecting the money whilst Jenny packs them away neatly in a bag.
As soon as she gets her change the girl struts away, leaving you and Jenny to resume your chat.
She begins telling you the latest regarding her boyfriend Ray. He works for the bank, he’s rich, smart and treats her like a queen. What more could a woman want? Well, you want more than that at least. You don’t want just any guy, any regular old relationship.
You crave a love that runs deeper than the ocean, a love that consumes you.
One filled with extreme levels of romance with a man that loves you so much that it hurts, so much that he’d do anything for you and anything to keep you.
But what you crave, isn’t available around here. All you’ve discovered so far are douche bags who are only after sex or men who are looking to cheat on their wives, to escape from their loveless marriages that they only agreed to for the sake of their kids. It’s pathetic really. So until that special all consuming love enters your life, you’re better off alone.
The rest of your shift seems to drag but you’re glad you’ve got Jenny to keep you company. If you were to ever work a shift alone then you’d probably quit. It’s like a death sentence. Jenny said that once she had to do it and it was dreadful. She had nothing to do but inventory. Boring. As. Hell.
Whilst you’re passing by the last hour before closing time, Robert is entering the mall.
He’d just been busy, starting the process of decomposing two bodies from the last job he did and in doing so he’s worked up quite the appetite. He heads straight for some random pizza joint across the way, passing Victoria’s Secret as he walks over.
You’re stood near the doorway, laughing and smiling from ear to ear. Your eyes glistening as you respond to who looks like your colleague. Robert stills as he watches you from a distance, you look like the type of woman who’s soft and sweet, not a bad bone in your body. Which isn’t the full truth but it’s not a lie either. You only tend to get angry every now and then and it takes a lot to wind you up.
Your smile could light up any room, destroying anyone else’s chance at being the centre of attention. He assumes that you’re the type of woman that others find intimidating or get jealous of, being that you have this bright and positive aura circling you.
The complete opposite to him.
He’s dark and brooding, smoke and fire whereas you’re a little slice of heaven with a cherry on top. He can practically smell your innocence and without a second longer to think, he comes to the conclusion that you’re about to be his new plaything. He’s got to have you, but that’s when he’s ripped from your distracting light as strangers all around shove past him reminding him of the constant rumbling coming from his stomach. So he heads to the pizza joint and away from you.
Just like his father once told him, if he wants something, then he can have it. And he’s got to have you, he WILL have you. You’d look perfect on top of him, stuffed full of his cock and bouncing on it. You might seem innocent but it doesn’t mean you’re not able to change, for him. But now’s not the time to scout for new fuck toys, nows the time to eat and take care of business.
But he’ll see you again soon, very soon.
1 WEEK LATER
“Omg hell no” you shake your head quickly as you attempt to stifle your own laughter, shoving Lana away. She was trying to get you to eat some of the mushrooms on her pizza and you absolutely despise them.
They are slimy and just downright gross, you refuse to eat them, even though as a child you loved them. It’s funny how things can change throughout life.
As you burst into a fit of giggles with your colleague, Robert sips away at his coke just a couple of tables away. After laying his eyes on you the week before he’s found it impossibly hard to keep away.
See with Robert, when he takes a liking to a woman, he’ll do whatever it takes to have her. It’s probably why his number is so high. Well, that and the fact that he somehow gets bored way too easily.
He soon realised that when it came to women, he didn’t want anything serious because with serious comes trouble and commitment. And right now in his life he is in no position to be with anyone nor will he ever be. His career doesn’t exactly make room for relationships either, not that he’d want one anyway.
So he made a habit of using women for all of his sexual needs and desires, keeping them around for no longer than a week until he locked eyes with the newest plaything and shoved his old one to his list of emergencies.
In this case, you’re his new meat.
Your bright light is distracting to him but still heavenly. He just has to conjure up a way to attract you to him, not that it would matter if you didn’t want it though.
He has his ways of getting exactly what he wants and needs, it’s called manipulation. Something he’s not particularly proud of but his conscience doesn’t allow him to feel bad for long.
He decides to stand up and put his now empty cup in the bin that just so happens to be located next to your table. As he slips past, you make eye contact with him, the second long silent exchange makes you smile. The kind of smile he’s witnessed from afar all week long. Oh you want him, he can sense it and soon enough he’ll give you what you want, all in good time.
1 MORE WEEK LATER
Another day arrives and another long ass shift at work awaits you. You haul your half asleep and heavy body out of bed with a loud sigh as you shuffle toward the bathroom.
First things first, you need to shower before you even attempt to do anything else and then of course you’re gonna need some strong coffee. It’s the only thing that can help you get in your car and drive.
Today’s outfit consists off a black cropped tank top with some loose fitted high waisted jeans rolled up at the ankle along with a pair of white frilly socks and hi-top reeboks to finish off the look.
Everywhere you look outside, people’s wardrobes seem to be brimming with colour. Whereas you like to keep it simple, only busting out the neon once in a while, it’s rare if you wear stuff like that to work. However, even without the neon, you like to think you still have a great sense of style. Not too trendy but not too unique. You sit pretty in between both.
You arrive at work, taking out the keys from your jean pocket and unlocking the doors before locking them again right behind you. You have to set up first and besides, it’s not even 9am yet, the mall isn’t open to the public and you still have ten minutes before you start the work day.
Ten minutes that always seem to rush by as if you literally blink them away. You’re seriously wishing you’d have quit rather than agreeing to do this shift all alone.
Why did you have to say yes?
Just like you anticipated, time flew by and now you’re practically dragging your feet towards the doors, groaning at the sound of a customer banging on them. You don’t know who let them into the mall so early but you want to yell at them.
“Alright, alright. I’m coming” you call out before unlocking and opening the big double doors to find a woman who looks to be around your age. She storms inside, shoving you in the process to which you just scoff and bluntly say “an excuse me woulda been nice”.
Sure you’ve worked in retail for a long time now and as previously stated, this is not the worst job in the world but it’s also not the best. The customers can be rude, stuck up and let’s not get started on the sleazy men who come in just to try their hand at flirting.
You’ve dealt with your fair share of men with wondering eyes, the way some of them would check you out so obviously as if they weren’t even scared of being caught by their prudish girlfriends and wives.
You can still remember the last time it happened.
You were wearing shorts that sat perfectly on your lower half along with yet another crop top that showed off your figure. Some guy walked in, hand in hand with his despicable girlfriend and boy was she awful. She bossed Jenny around as if she was her own personal assistant whilst you were busy stocking.
As you were reaching up to place a matching set onto one of the top hooks, her boyfriend walked up behind you.
He whispered crude things into your ear and causing you almost throw up in your mouth then and there. You carefully backed him up, advising him to move away from you but he didn’t get the message, instead he snaked his arms around your waist and rested them on your ass as he told you all the things he wanted to do to you.
Quite literally the grossest thing you’ve ever experienced.
His stuck up bitch of a girlfriend saw before she marched him out of the store, hurling obscenities and insults your way as if you were the one to blame.
But that’s how a lot of men are around here, you’ve yet to meet a man who isn’t. All they want is the next best thing, constantly searching for a new plaything once they get bored with their current one.
And you refuse to settle for a man who will just throw you away once he gets tired, you want a guy who can’t get enough of you and wants to see you all the time.
A man who knows how to dress, preferably bearded and you love long hair on a guy, it drives you wild. You want a guy that’s adventurous, doesn’t take himself too seriously but a guy that’s just a tiny bit dangerous. It spices things up a little, especially in the bedroom.
Which is what you’ve always needed but instead you’ve settled for guys that were boring, selfish and bad in bed.
An hour ticks by and you’ve not served a single customer since that bitch when you opened. She was fussy too, demanding you go out the back and get her size in a silk night dress to which you explained to her that everything you have in stock is out on the floor, those are the only sizes you have in for each item.
If it’s sold out in that size then she’ll have to wait for it to be restocked just like everyone else. Eventually after a little back and forth argument, she paid for her other items and left, leaving you huffing out of annoyance.
Robert pulls up to the mall once again and he quickly makes his way to the second floor where you’re located. The moment he struts towards your store, he spots you leaning on the counter with your head in your hands and a rather sad look on your face, not a single customer in sight.
You could probably use some company but he can’t decide if he’s ready to speak to you yet, he likes to sus out women before approaching, get a feel for how they are and then make a move. So that’s exactly what he does.
He takes a seat in the food court just opposite you, sipping on his juice and munching on pancakes. He occasionally catches glimpses of you near the doors as you tidy up some of the shelves and drawers and he cannot for the life of him take his eyes off of you or your outfit.
The way your shirt shows off your stomach is making his mouth water.
Soft skin that he’d do anything to touch, kiss and even bite is on view for everyone to see. You certainly have great body and style but the real show stopper here is your face. It’s becoming abundantly clear that you have no idea about the beauty you possess, that you clearly don’t think a lot of yourself.
If you were his then he’d make it known just how attracted he is to you by devouring your pussy and fucking you into multiple orgasms, he’d worship your body over and over and he’d make you see it for yourself just how gorgeous you truly are. Especially after he ruins your pussy for any other men.
He’d kill to man handle you, bend you to his will and turn you into his own little whore.
Besides, he could use a distraction from all of the stress in his life right now.
James isn’t doing too good, he’s had another round of chemo but it’s not doing much for the tumour. Robert has no clue why he even cares for the man but James has done more for him than anyone else. Plus, he’s leaving him the business so he feels compelled to show an interest.
He makes it his mission to check in on him once a day, it’s his good deed done.
Another 2 hours pass and Robert hasn’t moved from his spot once and if he were to be honest, he can’t afford to sit here all day, you’re busy working and he has bodies to dispose of.
Plus he still needs a little longer to feel you out before he approaches. It’s how all of his fuck buddy deals start out. So rather than stick around, he slips his jacket back on as he stands up and stalks towards the exit, passing your store on the way.
But before he leaves entirely, he decides to get one last look only to find you with a guy.
You’re talking to a customer, a male customer at that and he’s smiling at you in the creepiest way possible as he swears he’s shopping for his girlfriend.
You’re not buying it though, you weren’t born yesterday. Still he continues to sweet talk you, flirting as you walk him over to a gorgeous pink set “would she like this?” you ask, voice monotone as if somehow that’ll help him get the message that you aren’t interested but of course, men are dumb.
Robert watches as you inch further away from the gentleman, scrunching your face up in disgust after he touched your arm and winked at you.
This man clearly doesn’t know how to read body language.
Robert decides to get closer by entering the store, beginning to browse the many pairs of panties as if he’s intending on purchasing any, using a cover so that he can listen to what this guy is saying to you.
“Any chance of you modelling it for me? I don’t wanna commit to buying if it’s not gonna look good” he smirks “you do have the body for it after all”
Robert isn’t shocked in the slightest, he’s never been the type to shy away from this sort of behaviour himself so who would he be to judge this guy?
There are a lot of creeps out in this world, himself included and he’s done some pretty disgusting and despicable things. Things he’s not proud of. Things that at the time have only given him a short lived high. He’s never been the best at reading signs from women either but it’s not like he’s ever cared to bother.
Some would even say he’s cold hearted.
All he’s ever been interested in with women is sex, nothing more, nothing less. Just a pleasure filled high that he’s always done whatever it took to get. This behaviour and lack of respect most likely comes from the way he watched his dad treat his mom but he has no intension of dissecting his bad habits and ways.
However, seeing how uncomfortable you are and the way this creep is getting too close to your shaking body is making him angry, knuckles turning white from gripping the lingerie so hard.
He’s never gotten this attached to anyone before let alone a strange woman that he’s never formally met or spoken to. Somehow you seem different, there’s just something about you and he can’t quite put his finger on what it is.
“I’d like you to leave now, please” your trembling voice is soft as you look away from the intrusive man. When you turn your head to the side you see another customer stood there, his eyes meet yours and he looks kind of familiar.
He can see your lip trembling as you scramble in your head to come up with any sort of resolution or escape route from this situation. You can’t say working in the store you do doesn’t earn you some unwanted attention but this takes the cake.
Without another second more to fester on it, Robert approaches you holding some lingerie.
“Excuse me miss, is there any chance you could help me?” he can see the gratitude in your eyes as soon as the other guy huffs, dropping the items he had in his hands before storming out.
You look back at the guy who helped, your eyes raking over him, noting how tall he is and of course his beard and long wavy hair, the way it sits on his shoulders perfectly. You can’t help but ogle as you feel the butterflies forming in your stomach.
He watches your shoulders drop and your mouth open before you let out a huge sigh of relief.
“Thank you so much” you smile shyly, wiping away tears before they can even fall.
The action alone bothers him in a way that he’s never felt before. He never knew he was capable of feeling anything but anger and joy. Both emotions only appear when he’s doing what he does best.
But now a new emotion is forming, is it sympathy? No, it can’t be. Robert doesn’t feel bad for anyone. Normally he avoids feelings since It’s better to be completely heartless in the business he’s in, to not get too attached to anyone.
“No problem, that guy was a real creep huh? I hope you’re okay” he says, smiling back at you as if he’s Mr Innocent and you can’t help but ogle him some more, everything from his face to his clothes and demeanour.
He seems sweet enough but something tells you there’s a lot more to him. One thing is for certain though, he saved you from that man and you’ll be eternally grateful for his interruption.
As you converse with him, he doesn’t miss the way you look him up and down as if you’re checking him out, he likes it though. Maybe you’ll enjoy being his new toy after all.
“Yeah, i’m fine i guess. I get that shit all the time so i should probably get used to it” your voice cracks at the end as you shrug and make your way back to the register with the perfect stranger hot on your heels.
As you stand behind the counter, he leans on it, looking directly into your eyes.
The intensity of his stare has you squirming and looking away first before biting your lip anxiously. Now you come to think of it, you have seen him before, in this exact mall.
“Thank you again for the help, i really do appreciate it. I don’t know how i could ever repay you”
Oh naive little Y/N, saying that kinda thing to a man like Robert Pronge is a big mistake. You instantly regret it as he stands upright, looking as though he’s about to leave but instead he clears his throat.
“How about your number?” his cheeky grin makes it impossible for you to say no. But you’re still shocked at his very forward suggestion, after all, he is a stranger. A perfect stranger at that but you don’t even know his name.
“I don’t even know your name” you quip back, raising your brows at him whilst you wait for him to tell you.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Robert, i’m Y/N” you reach your hand out for him to shake and surprisingly, he does whilst chuckling a little at the estranged greeting.
He’s getting more of a feel of the type of woman you are right now. Innocent just like he thought you would be but with a slight corrupted mind. Kind but not totally naive to the wicked people that roam this earth.
You’re gentle too and polite, definitely not the usual type that he goes for. He tends to prefer women that have more of an edge, more disturbed minds and ones that know all about his reputation but turn the other cheek because they use him just like he uses them.
This doesn’t necessarily mean you aren’t capable of that though, he could introduce your piercing light to his dark side. After that he’s sure you won’t ever want to go back to life as you know it to be today.
“Now, how about that number” he winks at you, making you feel shy all over again but you soon roll your eyes with a smile as you pull out a piece of paper and a pen. You scribble down your name and number for him, noting the way he watches over you.
He stares at the number for a second upon you handing it to him before folding it and sliding it into his pants. That was easier than he expected, that’s step one complete. Soon he’ll have you in the way he wants.
“I best get going now, but i’ll call you” with yet another wink, he walks away, making false promises that he has no intentions of keeping.
The perfect stranger now has a name... Robert.
As much as he seemed to leave in a hurry, you’re not worried. He might have been into you but you need to make sure to keep it strictly platonic. There’s no time for men right now, you’ve made a deal with yourself to focus on you and improve your confidence.
A man like Robert only screams trouble for your soul searching. He also screams danger and as much as you’re attracted to him, you need to keep away. But that doesn’t mean you can’t look...right?
A deafening ring forces Robert awake, he rubs at his eyes before getting up to answer the cause for his much to early awakening.
“Pronge” he announces to whomever is on the other line, seconds later James speaks giving him details to write down for another job.
All of this will be worth it in the long run when he gets to sit behind that desk and run the show, he just needs to keep reminding himself of that.
He hangs up the phone once he has all of the information before pulling out a packet of cigarettes and putting one between his two plump lips. As he lifts the lighter he covers the flame with his hand before inhaling and blowing the smoke out whilst the cigarette sits comfortably between his index and middle finger.
Although he’s tried his hardest, he just can’t get you off of his mind. You’re living in there rent free and he barely even knows you, he’s only spoken to you once.
How is it possible for someone to have such a tight grip on his heart when he’s made it his mission to guard it from everyone. Besides, his intentions aren’t pure. But somehow you’re breaking through his walls with ease and he can’t decide if he wants to accept it or push you away before it goes any further.
He looks over at the coffee table where the piece of paper with your number on lies. Should he call you? Wait, no. He can’t. He should never have asked for your number in the first place, it was a huge mistake to think that he could try out new women, women who are different to the ones he usually goes for.
At first he fully intended on playing the nice guy until he had you laying mercilessly beneath him as he fucked you into his mattress and used you. But that was way before he spoke to you and once he did, he could tell you weren’t a woman to fuck around with.
You aren’t the casual sex type and it was painfully obvious to him. Not that it matters anyway, every woman in this god forsaken world is a whore at heart, they just need the right man to bring it out of them.
However, you may be a little harder to crack than most and he’s not sure he even has the time.
But it doesn’t mean he isn’t tempted to see you again, to speak to you. Surely calling won’t be so bad. For all he knows, you could have a boyfriend or just want to keep it platonic. Even then, platonic relationships aren’t even a thing in his life. Either he fucks the women he meets or he tosses them aside so he can find ones that put out.
No respectful woman who looks the way you do would ever give their number out to a man like Pronge unless they wanted something from him.
Getting you off his mind isn’t easy, your breathtaking smile, your mind blowing body. The way you’d look coming undone on his cock as you grip onto his biceps frantically, crying out for more.
These images are hard to kick.
Maybe it’s not such a good idea if he calls you after all, maybe that will only make this infatuation worse. He doesn’t do serious and something tells him that sleeping with you once will only lead to a second time and then a third until he’s blinded by unwanted feelings. And that can’t happen.
He’s never been about that type of life. So for now your number will sit on the coffee table untouched whilst he gets ready for another job later today.
Most people would take one look at Robert and what he does and assume that his crimes aren’t warranted. Actually not most people, everyone would. But that’s not necessarily true.
The guy he’s going after tonight has been playing with fire in the revenge porn business. Yes, that’s right, It’s a business that many dirt bags work in.
Now Robert’s career isn’t exactly squeaky clean either and as despicable as he is and has been, the one thing he would never do is sell sex tapes of him and unsuspecting women. What he tends to do is get them into bed, use them and then throw them out like trash straight after the deed is done. But he’s also never been shy of getting women to do whatever he wants them to do with a little sweet talk.
As he always says, he’s not proud of it but then again he’s not proud of a lot in his life.
If he were to give you or women like you a chance and actually get more than just a quick fuck then he’d see the beauty of true intimacy and maybe he’d realise that he’s capable of a lot more than a life of crime but he refuses to give up now. Especially since he’s got big things coming his way.
He just needs to remember who he is, Robert Pronge AKA Mr Freezy, a man to be feared not some soft guy. And he intends on keeping it that way.
Whilst he gets ready for yet another adventurous day filled with danger, you’re at home in bed just waking up. It’s your day off today and you plan to spend the entire day in bed doing nothing but relaxing.
Oh and thinking about Robert.
He still hasn’t called yet but you’re trying not to worry, you’ve said yourself time and time again that you need to focus on you so it shouldn’t matter if he calls or not. It’s no skin off of your back. He’d only pose as a threat to your progress so far anyway. If he calls it’ll be nice but if he doesn’t you’ll be okay. Besides, you don’t even know him.
In fact, talking of focusing on yourself. You need a pamper day. It’ll help you destress and forget all about mystery man. You can paint your nails and even put on a face mask, you have earnt it after all. The only decision left to make is the colour.
In the end you decide on bright pink, it stands out and it looks good on you and whilst you wait for your toes to dry you sit back with a magazine, reading through the latest gossip of the world and laughing to yourself as you sip at your wine.
This is what a day off is supposed to look like and you’re glad you’re not in until tomorrow after lunch. Your boss decided to be nice and give you a little extra time off, you have no idea as to why but who are you to question his generosity?
Maybe since your start tomorrow won’t be an early one you can allow yourself one more large glass of wine, as an extra treat.
Robert pulls up outside the apartment complex in his ice cream van, the cover he uses to appear relatively normal to everyone and sus out his victims occasionally. So far he’s had no complications, guess you could say he won’t be getting caught anytime soon.
He shoves his stringy hair up into a low pony tail as he gets out with a duffle bag hooked onto his shoulder. He pulls the door open to the building before strutting up 2 flights of stairs and banging on the door listed on his notes...apartment 2C.
After a couple bangs of his fist, the door finally creaks open and a guy pokes his head out, this must be him, James said his name was Johnny but he looks kind of familiar.
Robert pushes past him as he walks into the apartment, setting his duffle bag on the floor after he takes out his gun and the second the little weasel sets his eyes on the firearm he holds his hands up in surrender.
“Look, man. I don’t want any trouble” as soon as Johnny talks, it clicks. He’s the creep from the other day at the mall. The guy who was harassing you.
He had a funny feeling as soon as he laid eyes on him and it’s no surprise to Robert about what he gets up to in his spare time. Perhaps he had similar plans for you, to get shots of you naked and sell them to pedophiles across the world.
“Spare me the bullshit. If that were true then you wouldn’t be making money off of being a creep” he spits, stepping into his space and pressing the gun to his chest, using force to push him down onto the dirty couch.
“So, this what you do when you’re not trying to harass women in public, huh?” his face drops, he squints at Robert.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean?”Robert mimics him in a whiny tone, pouting before chuckling “don’t act fucking dumb, cunt. You know exactly what i’m on about and why i’m here” he mutters, looking around the tiny apartment to see boxes filled with tapes.
“A-are you g-gonna kill m-me?” he stammers, tears evidently brimming in his disgusting eyes. Oh Robert is gonna enjoy this one, that’s for sure.
“Kill you? Oh that would be too easy. You have no idea, what i’m about to do to you” he glares, scratching his beard as the guy gulps in fear for his life.
He can practically feel the douche bags heart thumping in his chest as if it’s about to burst at any second. Not that he cares, he’s here to do a job and because of his little fuck up the other day his time is all the more limited. So there’s no point beating around the bush here.
He towers over his victim, a wicked smirk on his face as his mouth nears closer to his ear “little tip for ya. When someone has a gun to your chest, acting dumb and scared only makes things worse. You’ve just made my job a whole lot easier perv” the mans heartbeat picks up, if that’s even possible as Robert moves away, aiming the gun to the mans genitals and pressing down on the trigger to shoot him.
He falls to the floor, screaming out in pain before another bullet hits his pelvic bone.
“You don’t even fucking deserve to live let alone have a dick in the first place. So go on and cry, no ones gonna fucking save you now, cunt”
He can’t help but feel satisfaction as he bends down, aiming the gun one last time and shooting him twice in the head. Blood splatters everywhere, even all over his face, a bit messy but at least the job is done. The creep had it coming.
That wasn’t just any old job though, that was also revenge for you and deep down he knows it. As much as he doesn’t care to admit how he feels, you’ve creeped into every crevice of his brain, corrupting it with your angel eyes and innocent smile. He’s fucked. But for now, he can’t focus on you or anything else for that matter, he has to get this body out of here and fast.
He shoves on his gloves, as he pulls out the body bag from the duffle, using all of his strength to lug him into it and zip it up.
He then takes a quick look in the mirror, watching himself as he cleans up the blood from his face before continuing to drag the body out of the apartment. No traces of blood, no traces of the crime he just committed.
You spent pretty much the entire night tossing and turning in your bed unable to get even a couple minutes of sleep let alone an hour. It had to have been the wine, you drank an excessive amount plus your thoughts were interrupted rudely by Robert yet again. You have to drop this man from your mind.
He’s still not called so that speaks volumes in itself, it screams ‘not interested’ so it’s about time you got with the programme and forgot about the tall man with that dangerous glint in his eyes.
After three cups of coffee you’re feeling a little more inclined to get ready for work, it’s only 11:00am but you wanna get there a little earlier to grab a bite to eat before your shift.
You’ll be there until six today since you took the offer of having the morning off and Max insisted on you staying an extra hour to help unload some new stock.
You figured it was a fair trade.
You’re dressed in a pastel blue floral dress, paired with some white tennis shoes and frilly socks. It’s a cute outfit and you’re feeling in the mood to look cute today rather than your regular go to style which can only be described as ‘different’.
You down the rest of your coffee before brushing your teeth and rushing out of the house to your car. The journey is usually around twenty five minutes give or take depending on traffic so it shouldn’t take too long and since traffic isn’t hectic this time of day, you’ll be there in no time.
11:25am and you pull into the parking lot of the mall, ensuring that you lock your car before heading inside.
As you approach the food court, you notice it’s pretty busy, just your luck but you decide to get in line at the pizza place anyway. The queue seems to go down pretty quick but it doesn’t stop your growing impatience, you purposely avoided eating too much at breakfast so you could eat more at lunch. So any stomach rumbling is your own fault.
Thankfully when you reach the front of the line, there’s still a lot of your favourites left. You order a couple slices before adding a coke onto the order and paying.
You spot an empty table close by so you take a seat there, hooking your bag onto the back of your chair before digging in. This pizza is by far your favourite in town, no takeout pizza places can even come close to this joint.
After working tirelessly to finish off yesterdays job, Robert can now defrost the body. He makes a start on decomposing with the added pressure of completing it as fast as possible. And since he’s got some time on his hands whilst it defrosts, he decides to head back to the mall for some food. He’s worked up quite the appetite.
It’s becoming abundantly clear that you’re the main cause for his constant visits here, since there are other perfectly decent food joints near his house that he could go to but he won’t admit to this.
As soon as he arrives on the second floor he takes a look around, his eyes scanning every inch of the place until they ultimately land on you. You’re sat pretty at a table in the food court, eating pizza and minding your own business, reading a magazine by the looks of it.
Despite deciding to stay away, he can’t help himself. So he throws caution to the wind by stalking closer to you and taking a seat at your table, making you look up to meet his eyes.
“What do you want?” you snap before focusing back on your magazine and shuffling in your seat uncomfortably. How dare he just show up after not even calling, how dare he even bother asking for your number in the first place. He has some nerve and you shouldn’t care but how come you do? You simply can’t help yourself however, there’s no way he’ll be able to sweet talk you this time.
“Ouch, someones cranky” he feigns sadness, holding his hand across his chest.
“I’m not cranky. You didn’t call me” you roll your eyes before picking up the last slice of pizza and biting into it. As you wash it down with a couple sips of your coke, he attempts to converse a second time.
“Careful now sweetness, anyone would think you liked me and that might just feed my ego” he simpers before snatching the coke away and taking a couple sips himself as you stare in disgust.
“Oh trust me, i don’t like you” you roll your eyes at him, taking in the mischievous expression that has etched its way onto his face as he watches you wipe your mouth with your napkin. You then take out your lipstick to re apply.
You hate that he’s here right now, you hate that you even like him in the first place and most of all you hate that he’s acting so different with you. The first time you met him he was so sweet and nice and this time he seems so arrogant and rude. Looks like you dodged a huge bullet.
Before you can even get your bag and stand up though, he pulls you right back down with a tight grip on your bicep, the action alone causes your breathing to hitch and your heart starts to race.
“Sure about that, huh?” he’s so certain that he has this power over you, that he could click his fingers and you’d go skipping to him but not so fast. In fact, fat chance. After how he’s been acting, you want nothing more to do with him.
You rip you arm out of his grasp, tucking your chair in neatly before disposing of your trash and walking to work, you refuse to waste your breath on him.
He shouldn’t even care that you walked away but how come he does?
He also shouldn’t want you the way that he does and yet here he is, getting attached.
Robert could sense your attitude and how desperately you wanted to get away from him, it was probably his switch in demeanour.
He’s not always going to be the Mr Nice and friendly that he was when you first met and if you can’t accept that or handle it then it’s probably best you walked away. Even though that won’t keep him away.
Without another thought, he stands up and heads over to your store, strutting in like he owns the place, spotting you chatting away to some lady who looks way too old to be shopping for suspenders and garter belts. He pretends to browse the section filled with bras whilst he waits for you to be free.
And just as he expected you to, you tap his shoulder for him to turn around.
“You don’t happen to do this in a mens size do you?” his shit eating grin makes you furious, furious at the fact that you’re trying so desperately not to smile at his childish ways.
“No, we don’t. Please leave” you demand, pointing towards the door.
“I’m only messing around so you can quit it with the smart mouth” he snaps, his face expressionless, a look that confuses the hell out of you yet it almost cracks your tough girl exterior but you stop yourself before it happens.
If you were to give in now, he’ll believe that he can be an asshole towards you whenever he likes and no man is worth that much hassle. Not even your dream man.
God, you have got to stop calling him that, you barely know him.
“Robert, please” your exasperation has him sighing.
“Look, about the call sweetness, if you’re looking for an apology then you aren’t getting one. I can’t help it if i’m a busy guy besides you’re not exactly the type to fit in with my lifestyle anyway”
Lifestyle? What lifestyle?
“Oh so you’re one of those guys” emphasis on those as you spin on your heels to return to your colleague Lana.
“If by those guys you mean guys who just want sex then yes, i am... usually” he shrugs, moving to stand in front of you and preventing you from walking any further.
You can’t shake this guy and now that he’s shown you his true colours, you just want him to leave and never disturb your peaceful life again. But something tells you that it won’t be so easy to rid yourself of him.
“Usually? Oh don’t tell me, please, let me guess. You used to be a man whore and then you laid your eyes on me and you suddenly want to change... sound about right?” you rest your hands on your hips as you raise your eyebrows at him, instead of agreeing he shakes his head.
“No, actually. You’re wrong” he starts, leaving you embarrassed as you rush to walk off “i mean you’re hot and all but let’s not get ahead of ourselves” he finishes as you get closer to the cash register.
“Goodbye Robert” you decide to end the conversation there, waiting for him to leave before you turn back around. Sure enough, he does.
He can’t help but feel smug about today’s encounter, he chipped away at you and eventually you revealed your true reason for being mad about him not calling.
You like him, it’s as clear as day. You’re a tough nut to crack and you won’t openly admit it in those exact words but he can bet that he’ll be able to draw them from you just like he drew the anger so easily.
That smart mouth of yours is bound to cause issues for his own anger though.
After leaving the mall he decides to pay James a visit to collect on his payout, using it as his chance to check in on him too, killing two birds with one stone before he drowns himself in alcohol and inevitably passes out on the couch.
“James” he greets, walking in as though he owns the place, which he soon will.
Once he takes a seat, James kicks his feet up onto the desk as he leans back.
Robert spies an envelope in the centre of said desk, must be his well earnt blood money.
“That mine?” he asks, James nods proudly before gesturing for him to take it and when he does, he opens it first to count. It’s common sense in this business to always count the money and make sure it’s all there before walking away.
“So how is everything with the uh...the cancer” James looks at him, rolling his eyes at the mention of the C word.
He’s probably heard that word around a thousand times today and even more so in the last couple months and it can’t be easy, being constantly reminded of his deteriorating health.
James if anything is a proud man, a man who has spent his entire life making sure that everyone in town feared him as he created a legacy.
Robert is well aware of the pressure that’s being passed down to him along with that legacy and he's well aware of how much harder he’ll be required to work to keep it afloat and to keep the fear people associate with his name intact.
Not his real name of course but Mr Freezy. He’s known all around the area for his work back when he was a freelance killer. He’d work for anyone who wanted a job done. And just in case people decided to pull a fast one over on him, he ensured that he was extra careful when covering his tracks and the payout was always anonymous drop offs in random discreet places.
James starts to fill Robert in about his recent visit to the hospital with his wife and what they said about his tumour.
They told him it’s getting worse and they’ve prescribed more pointless pills to him that do a fat fuck all for his situation. But he knows the doctors only give that shit out to make their patients feel like they have a handle on their illness, it’s a placebo effect to give them false hope of it prolonging the inevitable pending death.
Luckily James and his wife Karen are well aware of this. They know what’s going to happen soon and as fucked up as it is, they’ve made peace with it, accepted James’s fate.
Despite being responsible for a couple hundred maybe even a thousand deaths himself, Robert can’t stand illnesses like cancer. Illnesses that take way too many lives each year for absolutely no reason. Cancer knows no bounds, there’s no picking and choosing, it’s luck of the draw.
Some people go on to live long, full and happy lives and some have their lives cut short by what can only be described as a destructive and careless killer.
Those who know Robert may even view him as both destructive and careless too but he’d beg to differ, the way he sees it is that his crimes are in favour of the greater good. Getting rid of earths biggest scum bags. Those who don’t deserve to be here in the first place and sure, sometimes he’s even been known to show no mercy to the innocent, especially when it comes to cleaning up after himself.
But it was only to prevent being caught.
For example, the last time he had to get pretty rough and nasty with an innocent party was when a young girl around 18 was exiting her apartment just as he was trying to drag a body to the back of the building where his van was parked.
When she looked down to see the body bag in his hands, her eyes widened, panic was clearly setting in and the dumb bitch decided it was smart to run.
She darted towards the stairs but before she could even make it, he pulled his revolver out, shooting her in the back which caused her to tumble down, smacking the railing a couple times along the way.
Once she reached the bottom, he jogged down, previous murdered corpse on the floor at the top of the staircase and he aimed the gun once more but this time at her head.
“You shouldn’t have run, that was a very silly move sweetheart” he feigned sympathy as he pulled the trigger, making sure to finish her off for good.
Poor girl was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But despite the fact that she was completely innocent, he doesn’t feel bad for taking care of business the way he was always taught how to. Never leave a potential witness at the scene of a crime, it’s sloppy and just downright stupid.
Two things that Robert is definitely not.
If they saw something, that means they saw him and if they saw him that could lead to police sniffing around which would be bad for business along with a potential trip to prison. Something he’s cut out for but wants to avoid at all costs.
After a brief chat with James, Robert decides it’s high time he upped and left, bidding his boss goodbye and heading out with his envelope stuffed full of cash.
Next stop, the liquor store then back home for a much needed drink topped off with a nap.
Weeks have passed since you had your last run in with Robert and you can pretty much count on more than 2 hands how many times he’s visited the store.
He mostly comes in to get under your skin, commenting on the selection of panties and even holding some up to ask if they suit him.
Jenny finds him intriguing and hilarious but you just find him to be a total pain in your ass. However, you also find him attractive and the fact that he’s paid you more than a healthy amount of visits over the last few weeks means that you have spent way too much time denying his advances or feigning disgust at his sexual innuendos.
Today is no exception either. He hasn’t been in for a couple days but that’s about to change as this time he’s determined to leave with a date on the cards for the two of you. If he can get a date then he’s one step closer to getting into your panties and oh how he can’t wait to see you in your panties.
You’re working with Lana and Jenny today so you already feel good about the shift before it begins as you shove your things into your locker and head out to join them at the register.
Lana hands you a list hooked onto a clipboard, it’s filled with demands from your boss for the day ahead. Tasks that you must complete before you lock up.
Such as: Restock the entire store, tidy up, vacuum and mop the staff areas out back, gather all of the hangers and store them away neatly so that they can be re used and last but not least, cash up at the end of the day and wipe down the entire counter.
Jenny agrees to take on the staff areas, you and Lana agree to restock and sort the hangers and then you all decide to cash up together to get it done quicker.
Once you get started, Jenny remains at the register ready for any customers that might need to purchase anything.
You gather a rather large and extremely heavy box into your arms before shuffling back towards the store front and as you near closer, you hear an all too familiar voice.
“Is she in?” the deep voice speaks.
“She’s just out the back but she’ll be here soon” Jenny responds before you interrupt with a cough to announce your presence.
“You again” you analyse, dropping the box and gesturing to Robert and his body.
“You again” he repeats in a mocking tone, causing Lana to almost choke on her water.
Each time he comes around you’re forced to fight off any animalistic urges to jump his bones and kiss him. He is your dream man after all but there’s something that stops you every time and it’s the faint sound of those words that he spoke to you not so long ago. It was the way he had this threatening and arrogant tone that annoyed you most.
“You’re not exactly the type to fit in with my lifestyle”
“If by those guys you mean guys who just want sex then yes, i am... usually”
“i mean you’re hot and all but let’s not get ahead of ourselves”
You can’t help but wonder what he meant when he said he’s usually the type of guy to just want sex, did he mean that he’s no longer that guy or that he’s still deciding if he is.
And what on earth was up with that last comment? You recall accusing him of trying to charm you, mocking his deep voice as you insinuated that his intentions when it came to you were pure but he soon snapped back with that last line.
Hence why you shut him out afterwards.
It took a couple of visits after that to even get you to talk to him and now you’re responding, he’s one step closer to his goal. A goal that he’s not quite sure he even wants anymore.
As it was unveiled previously, Robert initially wanted to fuck you, use your for his own gain and then dispose of you instantly but that plan soon went down the drain as he learnt more about you.
You’re not an easy girl, not in the slightest and of course one more thing stood in his way, you’re innocence. He could tell you’d barely done a lot when it came to sex so he knew that you’d be one hell of a mission. He’d have to work hard to even get a kiss from you.
So he devised a new plan, to date you, start slow with the goal of getting a kiss from you first before he built it up to more. He had to earn your trust before he could get you naked. But now he’s questioning his motives, something that’s hard for him to accept given who he is.
Robert isn’t exactly known well for his sweet side, he’s pure evil in a lot of people’s eyes, including his own but deep inside where no one else can see, there’s a heart and every time he’s around you he feels that heart rising from the shadows more and more.
You’re tearing down his tough guy exterior and it’s infuriating since he’s trying to keep his reputation in tact. But he can’t bring himself to walk away now, he’s in too deep. Weeks of flirting and laying the ground work for a potential date that could honestly lead to god knows where now.
“Do you even have a life or do you spend all of your time annoying women?” you roll your eyes before picking up the box again and making your way over to the night dress section. You rip open the top of it before heading back behind the cash register for some hangers.
“Go on a date with me” he blurts out confidently and you can’t help but notice that he didn’t ask you, it was more like a demand as opposed to a question.
Is he that bossy and self assured that he can’t even ask? Most likely.
“Why should i?” you challenge, looking him dead in the eye as you put the box of hangers down “because i think you want to, secretly” he winks, winding you up all the more but you know he’s right.
You do want to go, you want to see where this little back and forth could lead and you’re dying to know more about him.
He’s full of threats, mood swings, danger and mystery and you’re full of insecurities, sass, innocence and honesty. On paper, you’re the perfect match, the perfect mix of good and bad.
Every woman's dream relationship. Even if they won’t admit it.
He doesn’t seem to be budging one bit as you squirm under his intense stare so you sigh, ultimately giving in to him.
“Fine. One date” you say holding a finger up.
The cocky grin that curls it’s way onto his bearded face makes you smile too but you have to pair it with an eye roll or he’ll think you’re going soft on his annoying ass.
“Where are you planning on taking her?” Lana interjects, standing in between you and although Robert turns to face her completely, he still keeps glancing at you, he’s struggling to look away. He just can’t help himself.
Part of him curses the day he intervened when that creep was harassing you, simply because since then he’s been unable to let you go. If he’d have just left you as some stranger that he laid his devilish eyes on a couple of times then none of this would have happened.
His whole life he’s pushed people away, avoided feelings and in doing so he’s developed a whole bunch of issues that are sky high.
His lack of trust in those around him have led him to lead a very sheltered life and even in a crowd of people he feels lonely, in fact it’s times like that where he feels the most alone. But he doesn’t mind so much, it prevents anyone feeling disappointed in him or worse, the other way around.
However, here you are. You stand to be the first person who doesn’t make Robert feel like an outcast. No one else has ever tried to understand or decipher the thoughts that race through his twisted mind and absolutely no one has ever been able to make him smile and chuckle in a positive way. Usually if that happens it’s due to the pure bliss he acquires from harming others.
You bow your head as you smile and the strangest sensation flutters through his body, the type of feeling he hates yet loves simultaneously. It’s irritating though. You’re so pure and perfect, a literal angel that fell from the sky to set him straight and make him a better man. Not that he’d want to improve though, he’s grown to love who he is. No one fucks him around and his name is a threat in it’s own right.
“Uh, there’s a nice restaurant down the block from here that i had in mi-“
“I heard they were setting up a carnival in town, maybe you could take her there” this Lana girl is really screwing up his plans and he can’t help but scratch his beard out of anger at her unwanted suggestion.
He had everything mapped out. He was going to take you to out to an expensive and fancy restaurant for dinner, pull the chair out for you, shower you in compliments and sweeten you up. All in hopes of a chance that you’d grace him with the gift of your soft looking and tempting lips that you’ve been torturing him with for weeks. Maybe you’d even fool around with him.
The way you’re biting down on your bottom lip right now should be illegal. He can feel his cock twitching at the unintentional erotic sight and it has him internally screaming, strings of curse words also silently follow due to the agony of this sweet torment.
If he had things his way then a date wouldn’t even be on the cards. In fact he’d have just kissed you that first day he spoke to you or maybe he’d have convinced you to suck his aching cock.
“Oh i adore the carnival” you gush, grinning from ear to ear as you look back up at him and then over at Jenny as you continue to hang the new stock until it’s all out on the hooks.
You take the box apart before making your way over to the counter and shoving it in the bin. The moment you turn around, he’s leaning on the wall right next to you, his arm just above your head, caging you in.
“Carnival it is then” as he says it, he spits the words like they are venomous, as if it’s the worst idea in the world.
The thing with dating you is you adore originality, you love dates that stray from the norm of serious.
You love dates that give you the opportunity of getting to know the guy and asking them all of your weird and wacky questions. And a carnival is the best way for you to see Robert loosen up and dig deep to get to the route of who he is inside.
Couples that are humourless will never last and if you can’t be crazy in front of someone and laugh with them then what is the point? And Robert is no exception. Despite you’re deep seated need to impress him, you’re still planning on being yourself.
“Someone doesn’t seem so keen” Lana teases, taking the bin that you just filled up and heading out back along with Jenny, leaving you all alone with the man himself.
“You’re acting as if i’m holding a gun to your head” you start, giggling anxiously as worry sets in.
Is he changing his mind?
“Because we can always just go to dinner if that’s what you had planned for us. I’d hate to ruin that” you murmur, letting out a deep breath and batting your eyelashes at him.
God, you really are an angel, a real life angel.
Shit. Focus Pronge.
How can he ever say no when you’re looking at him this way, drawing him in deeper and sinking your claws into his skin. You rest your hand on his bicep as you encourage him to make all of the decisions for this date and just as you become aware of how touchy you’re getting with him, it’s too late.
He feels his cock jump in excitement at the physical contact and he looks down at where your soft skin meets his relaxed bicep. He flexes accidentally as you squeeze to push him for an answer causing him to look back into your eyes.
He can never even think about declining now. If you want to go to the carnival then he’ll take you to the carnival. Whatever you want, you shall get.
“No, no. It’s fine. If you’d prefer the carnival then it’s settled. Just make sure you come prepared to lose at everything” he teases causing you to giggle once again, shoving him playfully before you step back.
“We’ll see all about who’s going to lose but i’ll let you in on a secret” you clutch at his shirt to pull him closer and once his face is inches from yours you whisper.
“it’s not going to be me” and you swear that you hear his breathing hitch.
His eyes turn dark with hunger and lust as your face remains extremely close to his, his breath continues to fan your face. However, just as your urges emerge, calling out for you to take his lips as yours right here, a cough causes the feeling to subside, pulling both of you from the powerful and heated moment.
As you stand upright, correcting your posture, Robert steps back, ripping his gaze away from you.
That’s when the customer sets some items down on the counter for you to attend to.
“I’m sorry for the wait, let me just ring this up for you”
“That’ll be 20 dollars then please” you announce, taking her cash and handing her the correct change before pulling a pink bag from under the counter along with a piece of hot pink tissue paper. You stuff it inside before adding the items and another piece of tissue paper. Once it’s all packed away to your standards, you hand the bag to her and thank her for shopping at the store.
Robert watches you intently, noting your natural flare for customer service.
Unlike that douche bag from a couple weeks ago who he later murdered, you’re brilliant with the public. The way you flash them your award winning smile, baring your teeth too. You have a way of apologising that makes people automatically forgive you without holding a grudge and it amuses him greatly.
Once the woman leaves you turn all of your undivided attention back to him.
“So... when did you want to go out?” you ask, curiously whilst shying away a little, it’s not like you to get like this.
The few relationships you have had have never made you this giddy before and it’s new territory. It’s hard for you to make sense of what you’ve never had. You never really had the butterflies for this long with any guy before either and it seems like they swarm your stomach every time he’s near. Sometimes the whole zoo tends to follow suit. It makes it near enough impossible to get anything done.
One question still raids your mind though and it’s the fact that he’s still not taken advantage of your number which makes you overthink everything.
You could argue that he just prefers to see you face to face but then you could also argue that he’s not as into you as you are him.
“Tomorrow night?” oh so now he’s choosing to ask you? Very backwards but you’ll take it.
“Sure, shall i meet you there?”
“No, i’ll call you to get your address and i’ll pick you up. This is a date after all, what do you take me for?”
His sarcasm makes you laugh obnoxiously loud as you slap his chest which sets him off too.
Just as Lana and Jenny return, you’re conversing casually about random things.
“Anyways ladies, i’ve got business to attend to so i will see you another time. Call you later, sweetness” he shoots you another wink before strutting off and out of the store, leaving you, Jenny and Lana to squeal like teenagers whilst jumping up and down.
“About time a date was arranged, poor man has been trying for weeks” Lana jokes.
“Well, you have to make them earn it or else they’ll get cocky” you remind her, earning a nod in your direction “you’re right and guys like Robert certainly exude cockiness”.
The remainder of the shift is filled with excited giggles and talk of outfits that you could potentially wear to the date.
The only definite decision is hair, you’ve decide to have it in a scrunchie but aside from that, you’re stumped. You’ve got until tomorrow to decide though so it’ll all be fine.
Unbeknownst to you, his intentions aren’t at all as he’s making them out to be. He’s pulling the wool over your eyes, fooling you completely. He doesn’t even want to continue his plan but he has to.
The one and only time he feels more for a woman and he’s trying his hardest to push it away, he’s failing miserably though.
In preparation for your impending date with Robert, you decide to spend the day pampering yourself, being that you have the day off work thanks to Jenny who convinced Donna to take your shift.
Before you can even get anything else done, you decide to start with a face mask and two slices of cucumber on your eyes to rid yourself of dark circles along with some much needed liquid courage.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous for tonight because in truth you’re terrified. This is the first date you’ve had in a long time and it’s taken you an even longer amount of time to pluck up the courage to put yourself out there. Besides, all you know about this man is his first name. So before you even get into his car you’re gonna need to know a little more than that.
This is also completely out of the norm for you, most would tell you it’s a terrible idea to even see this man and they’d be right to feel some level of concern, he is a stranger after all. But for some reason you feel completely at ease around him.
Despite that, his arrogance and habit of switching from nice to rude in a matter of seconds really riles you up.
He’s never spurred on the water works but he does make it a regular occurrence of talking to you as though no matter if you agree to date him that he’ll take whatever he wants and that’s the kind of danger that shouldn’t entice you...yet it does.
He’s got a little bit of hell in him, okay, maybe a lot and you saw it clearly when you were under his stare yesterday, you saw the evil behind his dreamy blue orbs. And tonight you intend on finding out as much intel as humanly possible.
You continue to pamper yourself for now though, Jenny said she’d stop by to help you with your outfit since you still haven’t decided and you’re beginning to panic about it in all honesty. She should be here anytime soon to save you.
Suddenly the door knocks making you jump out of your skin.
You set down your rather large glass of wine next to the empty one for Jenny before rushing to the front door and opening it to reveal your happy go lucky friend.
“Right, let’s get you ready for this date” she squeals, following you inside and closing the door behind her. Once you enter the lounge again the phone starts to ring and you answer it with a rather quick and upbeat ‘hello’ not expecting the person on the other line to be Robert.
“Oh, hey Robert” you say, loud enough for Jenny to hear and her head shoots up, a smirk plastered across her face.
“Yeah, my address? Uh...” panic consumes you as it all clicks into place, you’re actually going out on a real date tonight. As soon as you hear him talk again, you realise that you turned silent on him. How mortifying.
You soon recover though, giving your address out before he sends your world spinning.
“See you later then, sweetness. I’ll be there around 7:00” that nickname is both a blessing and a curse.
A blessing because it makes you feel good, it’s unique but it’s a curse because every time he says it, you lose all ability to think straight, it has your legs turning to jelly and it causes a pool to develop in your pink cotton panties.
In no way do you intend on sleeping with him tonight but at the same time you doubt you’d ever be able to control yourself around him if he made any advances.
Giddy and keen to help you get ready, Jenny takes your hand dragging you head first up the stairs and into your bedroom.
You take a seat on the bed, watching on as she opens the doors to your wardrobe, pulling out a couple items of clothing.
“Right, the weather is looking like it’ll be cool tonight so i suggest you wear this” she says, holding up a white short sleeved shirt along with your black v neck pinafore dress.
"These together with some tennis shoes would be so cute” she encourages, handing them to you to go and try on in the bathroom along with some lace panties and a matching bra. When you return, she whistles as you twirl.
You dig out your tennis shoes from your closet along with some frilly socks (yet again, they aren’t just for children), you really pull them off. Plus you’re not about to change your style for a man. You happen to love how differently you dress from everyone else, it sets you apart and besides you don’t just dress in cute outfits, you can do sexy too but that style is reserved for when you go dancing.
It’s half 6 now and you’re just finishing off your makeup with Jenny’s assistance.
She convinced you that a smokey eye and some gloss should be enough. Oh and a dash of mascara too and by the time you’re ready, she has to go.
She gives you a tight hug, wishing you all of the luck in the world before encouraging you to misbehave a little. After all, she did convince you to wear your fancy new pink lace set underneath your outfit. The one you got for free from work. And then just like that, she’s gone. Leaving you all alone to fester over your thoughts and over think everything until he arrives.
What if he stands you up?
What if he’s rude tonight?
You can’t help but go over all of the possibilities but one thing remains the same despite the anxiety filling you to the brim and that’s that you like him and he clearly likes you.
Robert pulls up just outside your house, giving himself a second to breathe before he gets out to knock your door. It’s a fancy house considering you’re only a retail clerk at a lingerie store.
He’s had the worst day imaginable. James handed him a job to work on with some cunt who’s quite literally the sloppiest hit man going. Robert has heard all about his reputation and how he’s had way too many close calls to count on two hands.
Even after his constant efforts to get James to budge, he wouldn’t. He called it a test, to see if Robert could get even the clumsiest of pricks to do a job right.
One things for sure though, if this goes wrong then there’s not a chance in hell he’ll keep him on when he’s in charge.
The detail of where you work continues to cross his mind, distracting him from his current rage. He can’t help but wonder what sort of underwear you wear on a daily basis, god he’d love to find out, love to see you naked underneath him as he works you through an orgasm, his cock gently poking at your g-spot as your walls flutter around him.
Before he can get too carried away though, you open the door.
He scans your entire outfit, all the way down to your frilly socks and tennis shoes.
Each time he sees you he loves how you dress but he still can’t get enough of it. You have your own unique style and he admires the way you just wear whatever you want. Your style whilst cute is a far cry from the usual girls he goes for and their style. They tend to wear more risque outfits such as mini skirts, ripped tights and crop tops that are more like bras.
Maybe it’s high time that all changes, maybe he needs a little bit of good in his life and you’re the perfect girl for that. Even if he plans on corrupting you a little or his own entertainment.
Every day is a new battle when it comes to you.
On one hand he’s determined that having you in his bed will surely be the answer to this obsession he’s got but on the other, he doesn’t seem to believe that will ever be enough for him.
“You look beautiful” he smiles as he leads you to his ice cream van, earning an eyebrow raise from you.
“Thank you, you scrub up well too but what’s with the van?” you giggle as he helps you into the passenger side.
“It comes with the job” he answers simply, not flinching as he lies through his teeth to you, the one woman who he’d consider to be too pure for him is now just another player in his game of lies.
Usually he’s pretty cocky when it comes to women, e gets whatever he wants in that department and if they don’t cooperate at first, he convinces them to turn that no to a yes real fast. He has a number higher than 100 and he’s got a list of kinks as long as his arm, kinks that are sure to intimidate pretty little things like you.
The thing with your previous relationships is you’ve had a total of three. All of them were very short lived and lacked passion.
The sex was awful for one, boring old missionary. Every. Single. Time. So you decided it was best to stay single until that epic love came your way and you can’t help but jinx it by assuming that Robert is that epic love.
You might be intimidated by him and the way he carries himself but you’re more than sure you can learn to keep up.
“So how long have you worked at Victoria’s Secret?” he asks, occasionally stealing glances at you as he drives.
“Couple years, it’s not the most ideal job but the pay is decent enough” you start but before you can continue, you’re reminded of the long list of questions you had for him, his surname being one.
“What’s your surname?” you inquire, turning to look at him, focusing on the way his jaw clenches and also noting the way such a simple thing has you holding yourself back from kissing him.
Ever since you first met him you’ve been dying to feel his plump pink lips on yours, dying to have the air ripped from your lungs as he ignites a fire inside of your body.
You’re almost certain he’s feeling it too, the ever-growing sexual tension and chemistry
“That’s a rather unusual surname” you smirk as he pulls into the parking lot of the carnival and turning the key before putting the van into park.
He shifts in his seat so that he’s facing you completely and you remove your seatbelt “well i’m an unusual man”
“That you are”
You can feel the heat rushing to your sex and the whole dam zoo roaming your stomach as you flutter your eyelashes, your lustful orbs barely looking at him, driving him crazier as the seconds tick by. His stare is so intense that you’re struggling to stay still, your hands begin to shake and your breathing hitches.
You then bite down on your bottom lip.
All of a sudden he darts over to your side of the van, gripping your face violently in his large hand causing you to gulp in response, puppy dog eyes all wide in surprise at his actions.
He runs his thumb over your lip, freeing it from your teeth before licking his own lips.
Your chest starts to rise and fall rapidly and you doubt you’ll be able to hold back any longer. You’re itching for attention, your core aching and in need of his touch. A man you barely know.
The tension continues to build as you stare into each others eyes, almost like you’re in a typical romance movie or novel. It feels all to familiar to the feeling you’ve read about and watched for years. You spent so long searching for that to no avail yet here you are now, with a man who you should consider to be a complete stranger but your mind, body and soul feels familiar with him somehow.
You feel more sparks with him in this moment than you ever have when actually kissing any other guy.
But is he going to kiss you? A girl can dream.
Robert is battling with his demons, the way he can see that look in your eyes, the look of hunger. You’re desperate for him and he’s just as needy.
He longs to feel your sinful lips on his as he fights with your tongue for the role of dominant. A role he very much wants to and will fulfil eventually. Just not right now, not here in his shitty van.
The real question here is not when it’ll happen but if he even wants it to be just sex anymore...does he?
He can see that look in your eyes, pleading with him to take a dive in your deep clear blue ocean, he’s sure the waves would drag him down deeper if he were to take that step but he’d gladly take it. It would be his pleasure to drown in you.
He slowly pulls away after swiping his thumb across your lips once more before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. His lips linger there for a second or two before shuffling back to his seat and getting out of the van, leaving you flustered and confused.
He heads to your side, sliding the door open and helping you out before locking it and strutting towards the carnival. The two of you walk side by side in silence, an awkward one at that.
You can’t even begin to make sense of what happened back there. You were ready for that kiss and from what you could sense, so was he.
Why did he stop himself?
He didn’t hold back because of anything you did, he held back because internally, he’s struggling. He’s struggling to make sense of his feelings for you.
The way your bright light blinds him, a constant reminder that he’s in way over his head. Sure he’s lied to women before about his job but with you, you make him want to be better, you make him want to come clean. Something that’s never happened before. He can’t make sense of the way you’re worming your way into everything he does.
He can’t stand it but he also can’t get enough. It’s utter madness.
And just now in his van, he felt so much heat between the two of you, the way your chest was rising and falling had him on the edge, losing any last little bit of sanity that he possessed.
When he decided to go for the forehead kiss instead, your mouth was level with his neck, directly on his sweet spot, the spot that could turn him from a man to a whimpering and moaning mess. Your breath fanned his skin, torturing him deliciously.
As you stand next to him, walking towards the entrance of the carnival, he can sense your unease and he’s not surprised in the slightest. He did just pull away from a potential kiss, leaving you questioning if he even likes you in the first place. But thankfully, you recover rather quickly from the mortification.
“I know this is a very strange question to ask you now that we’re on a date but you never told me your age” you raise your brows as you join the line of excited couples.
“I’m 35” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you look up at him “how old are you?”
“Does it bother you that i’m older?”
You shake your head eagerly before focusing your attention on the line, moving forward and eventually past the entrance. Now you can really get this date started.
A younger girl... even better for him. It’s a win win if he can get you to drop your panties. A win that he’s still questioning if he even wants. Dammit, why is he backing out? He can’t for the life of him figure this out. But whatever it is, it’s a problem. He should have never asked you on this stupid date in the first place, he’s screwed himself by doing so.
Without thinking you grab a hold of his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and dragging him head first into the crowd, just like Jenny did with you earlier.
You’re partly expecting him to object and pull his hand away from yours but instead he shocks you by going along with it, granted he doesn’t look pleased about being pulled left right and centre but you’re about to change that.
The line for the Round Up ride is shorter than all of the others so you immediately head for that one first and once you’re stood still you glance down at your locked hands, immediately feeling a rush of shame before ripping your hand away. But to your surprise and his, Robert takes your hand in his again.
He didn’t expect to miss the feel of your skin touching and yet he did, having your hands locked feels like second nature, just like it did for you when you first initiated it. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel ecstatic right now.
To his surprise though, he doesn’t feel strange being like this with you. The only thing that’s strange is that there’s no explanation as to why or how this is even possible. He’s never thought of himself as someone capable of intimacy on a greater level than just a filthy hookup and he’s never thought of himself as a man that any woman would want to be with either. Yet here he is with a woman that clearly has feelings for him, pure intentions and a pure heart to match.
Millions of questions race through your mind, questions you’ve mentally collected ever since you first met him but the first one that comes to mind for you to ask him is “what were your first impressions of me?” random, granted. But you have to know. Despite your facade, you still care way too much what people think of you.
As you look up at him whilst moving forward in the queue, you notice a smile appear which is soon followed up with a chuckle.
“Nothing. I’m just thinking of the first time i met you”
“And what did you think of me?”
“I remember seeing you way before we formally met” he reveals, catching you off guard a little.
What does he mean?
He catches wind of your confusion, choosing to explain rather than leaving it up to you to ask.
“I was in the mall a couple weeks before and i couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. I-“
“You...what?” you force his eyes back onto yours by cupping his face and even though he jolts a little at the unexpected touch, he still welcomes it.
“No, it doesn’t matter”
“Oh you’re not one of those guys who can’t express how he feels, are you?” you mock him, shoving him playfully and grinning from ear to ear.
His cheeks heat up right in front of you “could say that” but before you can even press him for answers, it’s time for you to get on the ride. He stands in the section next to you, both of you focusing on doing your belts up instead of each other.
“Are you really not going to tell me?” even though it’s not that big of a deal, curiosity is still getting the better of you.
He already told you that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, what was so bad about it that made him stop? You sense that he’s an alpha male, he’s dominant and manly and for some reason he’s got it into his head that revealing how he feels about you will somehow make him any less of a man. And if you’re right about that then he’d be wrong to feel that way. If anything men that show how they feel are automatically more attractive, especially to you.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell you, it’s more that he’s straying away from his usual self enough as it is.
Shit like dates and holding hands are already crossing a very thin line for him, it’s a cross of boundaries too. He doesn’t do feelings or caring for women. He just fucks them into oblivion and stores their numbers for another time, the next time he needs a pick me up in the form of pussy.
How is he ever supposed to get any work done or expect to be taken seriously when he takes over after James if he’s got a girl in the picture? He also can’t provide a life for you if it even got to that stage, not in the way you’d ever want anyway.
He’d never be able to give you kids or commitment. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to though. He’s desperate to make you his already, despite it only being the first date and despite his prior plans to use you. He wants you to be his girl and he means that in every sense of the word.
He wants to kiss you, romance you and god he’s dying to fuck you. But it’s just not realistic.
For now though, he’ll enjoy the night for what it is before he lets you down gently.
The ride starts up and you squeal out of excitement, Robert smiles at you, watching until he can no longer see you. Everyone around starts to scream so you join in until you feel your lungs give out. It’s the best adrenaline rush ever and you count your lucky stars that Robert agreed to come here in the first place.
Little to your knowledge though, this might just be the last time you see him.
As the ride comes to a stop. Robert unbuckles his belt before helping your limp body do the same. You giggle like a little kid as he escorts you off the ride, supporting you and preventing you from falling.
Once you’re back on solid ground he snakes his arm around your waist, continuing to support you.
“That was so much fun. This is so much fun, i’m having the best time with you already” you turn to face him placing your hands on his chest. Each time you look at him this way, he feels his plan slipping. How can he ever leave you when you’re so perfect? How could he ever think that deceiving you was a smart idea?
You take his silence as a sign of discomfort, immediately moving back from him and his soothing touch and taking a walk towards the drinks stand with him hot on your heels.
Sure, you really like him but he’s blowing hot and cold and you can’t make sense of it.
If he’s not having fun then you’d much rather he said than continue to lead you on. For now though you’ll get a drink and something to eat as you hope his mood picks up.
You stand on your tip toes to talk to the guy in the van, ordering two slushies and some funnel cake before scrambling through the small pocket on your dress for some change.
“I’ve got this” Robert interjects, pulling out a wad of cash that looks way too big to belong to an owner of an ice cream van business.
A strange feeling niggles at you but you shove it to the back of your mind, you’re sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for the amount of cash he carries. He hands you your drink and cake and nods towards some benches away from the crowd that you can eat at.
You take a seat and dig in instantly, filling the silence up with chewing and sipping your slushy. You can’t help but feel insecure now.
First off he’s flirty, asking for your number, then he’s telling you that you won’t fit in with his life.
Next he’s bothering you for weeks until he asks you on a date and even leaning in to kiss you before changing his mind.
Then he’s letting you hold his hand but quickly ruins it by refusing to answer your question and now he’s not even letting you know if he’s having fun. You feel like a fool for even thinking you stood a chance.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, typical of him. Men are all the same.
“If you’re not having fun with me then i understand but at least tell me rather than just pretending”
Robert can’t even bring himself to say a word, he’s shocked at your assumption.
Of course he’s having fun, that’s part of the problem. You’re making him happy but he’s got a reputation to protect. Like he’s always told himself, women cause distractions and all he can offer them is a casual low key agreement.
“I’m having fun, what would make you-“
“Why didn’t you say that when i said it then? Because right now it seems like you’d prefer someone else’s company” you question him, an even more confrontational tone in your voice. You’re done playing around now and although your words are harsh, they are also true. It seems to you like he’s only after one thing. Guys like that always pull this crap, they lead you to believe they want something serious just so they can get what they really want.
“I’m in no way shape or form the type of girl you can mess around with and i don’t appreciate this little game you think you’re playing with me. If you want sex then there are plenty of other women here tonight that could do just that but if you actually want me then act like it”
You’re not the type to be easily angered but he’s pushed you to the edge and you watch as his look turns from shocked to irritated. He clenches his jaw once more, scratching his beard too before locking his eyes onto yours.
“That’s not the case at all. Look Y/N, i’m just not the romantic type, okay? I’m not even the dating, caring or the considerate type. If you don’t like what you see sweetness then i’m not stopping you from leaving. But don’t ever fucking talk to me like that again, got it?” he spits in a much more threatening tone, leaning over the bench to get close to you.
He really is hot and cold. One minute he’s the sweetest guy and the next he’s rude. You should want to run a mile, maybe even a hundred miles but you don’t feel fearful in the slightest for your life. You feel annoyed yet turned on and you’re cursing your body for betraying you.
Silence falls upon the two of you as he pushes his cake to the side after only a couple bites.
You’re not sure where to go from here, neither of you are willing to break the tension that you could very much cut with a knife. He’s so strange, everything about him is a mystery. The wad of cash, the temper, the mixed signals. All of his cards are held so tight against his chest that you’re questioning if you made the right decision to throw your no dating rule out the window.
No matter how awkward and out of place you feel right now though, you decide that since you’re already here with him, you may as well make the most of it if this is to be your last time together.
He’s just too complicated for you, too angry and closed off.
“Shall we go on some more rides then?” you ask, hoping he doesn’t embarrass you further by rejecting your offer.
Thankfully he doesn’t, he just nods silently before standing up and walking back towards the rides with you.
Part of him feels awful about the way he spoke to you and he hates it. He shouldn’t give a shit about you or how he makes you feel yet he still does. He can’t stop himself from wanting to keep your interest but the change in you convinces him that he’s already fucked it up. Your face softened after his outburst and he could see the way you flinched.
At least if he’s fucked it up then it spares him the tough task of letting you down gently. It’s for the best anyway. He has no clue what he was even thinking, thinking he could date and commit to one woman.
You get in line for the ferris wheel, avoiding him at all costs by looking around at everyone else. The place is packed out with other couples that seem so loved up and here you are, the polar opposite. His outburst may have turned you on but the way you flinched and felt the embarrassment trumped that instantly.
If he’s so insistent on pushing people away then so be it, you just won’t around to see him suffer in the long run.
Once you’re both on the ferris wheel you finally realise that there’s no where to hide. You have no choice but to look at him and when you do, he looks away, avoiding you just as you did minutes earlier.
This has well and truly taken a shitty and awkward turn.
After this you’re going home, no ifs or buts. He’s not gonna change your mind.
He notices the way you shiver slightly as the wheel reaches the top and without thinking, he removes his jacket which shakes your cart a little before handing it to you to put on. You take it gladly, mumbling a swift “thank you” before facing away from him.
For the first time in his sorry life, he’s considering an apology.
He feels so uneasy right now, so guilty for causing you to shy away. You look miserable and that’s the last thing he ever wanted. All he wants to see is that jaw dropping smile of yours, it’s a sight so heavenly that he could look at it all day.
He’s going soft on you, something he’s not particularly happy about.
The apology can wait though. For now he’s just enjoying the view of the carnival from up high.
As soon as you get back onto the grass, you pull him to the side.
“Can we leave?” you struggle to maintain eye contact as you start to pick at the skin around your finger nails, anxiety drowning your body rapidly.
“Already? Um, sure if that’s what you want”
He knows what he did, so why is he acting so clueless about it?
“It is” you respond, voice monotone as you follow him to the parking lot and over to his van. You get in next to him as an exasperated sigh escapes your mouth catching his attention.
“I’m sorry i snapped at you” about time he apologised.
“It’s okay, i just want to go home and forget about it” your eyes glaze over as exhaustion consumes you. He remains silent, turning the key in the ignition and reversing out of his space and pulling out onto the road. You rest your head back onto the seat before closing your eyes and wishing for time to go faster.
By the time he pulls up outside your place, you’re fast asleep. He nudges you gently, moving strands of hair out of your face and tucking them behind your ear as you stir.
“Mm, where am i?” you groan, sitting up straight.
“At your house” he answers, putting the van in park.
“Oh. Thank you for giving me a ride home” you take a peek over at him to find him staring you down, his eyes searching your face for any sign of how you’re feeling.
You undo your seat belt before slipping his jacket off and handing it back to him.
“I believe this is yours” he takes it from you but your grip still remains on the other end and he uses that to his advantage by pulling you closer to him until you’re so close you can smell cigarettes on his breath. He must have smoked whilst you were asleep.
Now that you’re so close to him, he doesn’t think he can let another opportunity go to waste so he grips your face in his large hand just like he did earlier this evening and he crashes his lips to yours, stealing all of the air from your lungs.
At first you try to fight it, doing the most to pull away but that’s when he grips your face with both hands, deepening the kiss and earning a soft whimper from you
The tobacco taste on his tongue mixes onto yours and you yearn for more. You can feel your pussy aching for him. After the torturous build up, the long awaited kiss is happening and it’s better than you ever imagined it to be. His lips are so soft as they swallow yours and his tongue is so skilful and devious.
But as you both pause, resting your foreheads together, you come back to reality
And the reality is that he’s giving you mixed signals and you can’t continue to see him.
“I can’t do this” you confess, pulling away.
“Can’t do what?” he furrows his brows as his index finger slips under your chin, lifting your head up.
“This. Us. It’s not gonna work Robert. Your constant indecisiveness is driving me crazy and i never know where i stand. I think you’re great and i really like you but i’m looking for something serious with someone who wants me and only me and someone who isn’t so confused”
His plan to date and get his way with you has well and truly backfired but rather than feeling angry he feels a tinge of hurt rush through his heart, a feeling he’s never experienced up until now.
What are you doing to him?
Rather than opening his mouth to object he just stares at you in shock again. He never anticipated that you’d actually call things off before they’ve even had a chance to begin, he thought that would be his job and now it’s happening, he no longer wants to deny you.
“I like you too you know, for what it’s worth” he intervenes before you can attempt to get out of the van, his declaration shocks himself more than it does you.
“That doesn’t matter because in the end we’re just too different”
“But what if different is good? What if we both need a little different?”
He has no idea why he’s fighting to keep this alive when all this time he’s insisted that you’d only be a distraction to him and his job, that all you’d bring is complications. He also insisted that he only wanted to fuck you and use you for your body and yet here he sits, fighting to keep you around like an unrecognisable fool.
“Robert” you breathe, sniffling a little whilst trying to avoid the water works. The last thing you want is to embarrass yourself further in front of him. You’ve already done enough of that by thinking he actually wanted you.
“So am i” you add, he’s making this so much harder.
“Just go on one more date with me” he pleads and you fall silent, unsure of what to say.
A huge part of you wants to continue seeing him but if you were to agree to this then he has to take it seriously. He has to want this as much as you do and he has to be open for a potential future if all goes well.
“What happens if the date doesn’t change a thing?” you question, shuffling more in your seat.
“Then we walk away and never see one another again” he answers simply although he’d love to see you again, maybe even have his wicked way with you.
“And if it goes well?”
“Then we see each other again”
“And you’re going to enjoy that, are you? Because if you’re not willing to take this seriously then i’m out. I’ve had enough guys take advantage and mess me around without adding one more to the list” you can still recall the way your ex boyfriends switched around you after sex. It was like they only ever flirted or sweet talked you so that you’d agree to fuck them. You’d hate for Robert to be the same.
Without a single word, he pulls you flush against him, his lips grazing yours in a tender yet rough kiss, causing you to go dizzy.
How does he do that?
How does he turn your entire world upside down with just his lips?
They feel so perfect against yours and the kiss is the right amount of give and take. Each time you pull away, his tongue brings you back and you find yourself absentmindedly resting your hands either side of his neck. You have to feel more of him, you need to feel more of him.
His lips are so soft, they are the missing puzzle piece in your life and they have you wondering what his bedroom skills are like if this is how he kisses.
He sucks on your tongue seductively, causing every square inch of your body to turn to gooseflesh along with shivers dancing up and down your spine. You feel awakened sexually, spiritually and mentally.
“Robert” he swallows your moan before releasing a satisfied hum. With every passing second you’re finding it harder to avoid inviting him in but the minute you realise where you are again, you push him off slowly. It’s abundantly clear how easily you get carried away with him, something that’s bound to cause trouble for you.
“So, am i seeing you again?” a question he never expected to ask and he finds himself waiting for an answer he never expected to care about but when you whisper “I need to think about it” and move back from him, he sighs loudly.
Robert can’t help but feel confused, he thought things were looking up after he snapped earlier but clearly he read things all wrong. Why do you need to think about it? What is there to think about?
He’s turning soft on you and he’s not keen on it one bit but he can’t control it.
You have this energy he can’t resist and he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t bothered by your answer. You didn’t say no but telling someone you’ll think about it is like half of a rejection. He doesn’t know if you’ll say yes eventually but he hopes you do. He just needs one more shot with you. One more shot to get his way and a chance to hold up his reputation.
You scoot closer to the door, sliding it open and bidding him goodbye before getting out and unlocking the door to your house. Once you’re in with your back to the it you let out a deep breath and once you’re out of his sight, so does he.
Things just got a whole lot more interesting. Your lips are a curse to him but he’s left wondering if he’ll ever feel them against his again. He really wants to stick with his plan but you’re making things a whole lot harder. Plus with you turning him down the way you did, he can’t help but feel more drawn to you, after all he always wants something more when it’s off limits.
Question is, does he just want you sexually after that kiss?
If he were to be truthful with himself, then the answer would be no.
What is happening to him?
Ever since that night he’s thought about nothing more than your lips against his.
The images of you are playing round and round in his head on a constant loop and it’s driving him insane.
He’s really starting to get worried about his chances with you, did he fuck it up by losing his cool that night?
If you were here right now and he wasn’t hesitant about opening up then he’d tell you that the reason he snapped was because his whole fucking life he’s dealt with people assuming the worst of him, people not giving him a fair shot.
That’s why he steers clear of feelings and that’s why he’s in the business he’s in, it doesn’t let him down like people have in the past. And now he’s fucked any chance of going back to being so heartless because you’re all he can think about.
All that he’s done since that night is collect a list of pros and cons of being with you.
So far in the pros list is that you’re the first person he doesn’t feel lonely around, the first person who is able to help him breathe and most importantly the one person he’s ever cared for and not just because he’s getting something in return or because he feels like he has to but because he can’t stop himself. You mean more to him than anyone else ever has. Which when he says that shit out loud, it sounds ludicrous, it’s impossible to really care that much when you’ve not known the person that long.
But on the cons list is the fact that you can’t ever know about what he does, you can’t ever know about his past and he’s not sure if you’ll even stick around if you ever found out but hypothetically if you did then he knows he’d be fucked.
He’s also not known for having any feelings, if Jame’s rival mob catches wind of this, then he’s done for. As soon as you open yourself up to feelings, a whole can of worms is cracked open too and that gives his rivals leverage over him.
They’d target you in a heartbeat and he can’t put you in danger, nor can he appear weak and feelings only make people weak.
It’s high time he faced it, he’s better off alone.
No one to disappoint, no one to disappoint him and also no one will be under threat. It’s just a case of whether or not he can leave you alone. Now he’s had a taste, he wants more. No, actually. He needs more. But even with that in mind, it’s not up to him, it’s up to you and he’s not heard from you all week.
He’s been refraining from tracking you down, demanding an answer but with the result of the first time he snapped or made a fuss being the main reason he’s in this predicament in the first place, he’s held himself back.
However, he’s Robert fucking Pronge and if he wants something, he’ll be dam sure to get it so he can’t say he’ll let you think for much longer.
All of a sudden his phone rings and he finds himself launching across the room to answer it, only to be disappointed when he hears Jame’s wife Karen’s voice.
“What is it?” he asks, waiting anxiously for her to explain.
She tells him it’s James, he was rushed to hospital in the early hours of this morning after falling into a very horrific and intense seizure.
Robert stares blankly at the wall until Karen repeats the sentence along with “Robert, are you there?”
“Yes. Yes, i’m here”
In times like these it’s impossible to talk to anyone, especially the person closest to the one suffering. There’s nothing he can do or say that will comfort her, nothing will take her pain away. Her husband is on his last legs to put it bluntly and Robert can’t stop it.
She’s spiralling and she needs someone to be there for her. He feels selfish for not wanting to be that person and it’s not even because of his problem with caring for people. It’s more because seeing James in that hospital will mean having to face the fact that he’s dying.
James took Robert on after years of freelance work. He took him under his wing, treated him like the son he never had and Robert actually felt like he belonged. He was finally comfortable in a job that wasn’t going to leave him high and dry.
So rather than sit at home doing nothing, he hangs up the phone before grabbing his jacket and heading out to his van, he needs to visit James. Even if he is reluctant.
But just as he reaches the last set of lights round the corner from the hospital, there’s a long line of cars waiting for the green light to signal them to go.
Robert taps his fingers against the steering wheel, wishing time to pass quickly and wishing for things to take his mind off of you. All he wants is to push you for an answer but he knows it’s in his best interest to give you your time. As stated a million times before, you’re changing him, this isn’t like Robert at all.
The old Robert had no patience and he didn’t care for boundaries.
Eventually the light turns amber and he finds himself beeping his horn at the slow drivers in front who haven’t yet moved forward, why does every driver wait for it to turn green before they move? And the answer is because they are cunts.
He pulls into a parking spot as quickly as possible before rushing over to the doors, not bothering to correct his shitty parking.
“I’m here to see James Pace, he was brought in earlier” he tells the receptionist who nods before looking through her computer until a familiar voice speaks up.
“Robert” when he turns his head, Karen is stood there, tears evident in her eyes as she ushers him closer to her and as he approaches she starts walking him down the hall until they are outside James’s room.
They both sit down on the chairs provided as they settle next to his bed when James stirs a little before opening his eyes.
“Robert?” James says his name in the form of a question, obviously unsure why the most feared man in town is sat next to him, supporting him and Robert would be lying if he didn’t feel immense sadness just looking at his soon to be former boss.
He looks dreadful, a shell of the man he once was.
“You’re not dead yet then you cunt” Robert jokes, nudging his arm softly, his dry and dark sense of humour doesn’t sit well with a lot of people but James has always followed along with it just nicely, another reason why he has favoured Robert for so long.
Karen excuses herself, giving the men a bit of space since she knows that her beloved husband hasn’t got long left. The alone time will give them the chance to properly say goodbye.
Robert never expected the cancer to consume James as quick as it did, he also never expected to care if anything happened to the man yet here he is, sat at his bedside in what will most likely be the last time he sees him. It’s pretty sad to think of things that way but then again, illnesses like cancer are never positive or kind and the way they damage and kill isn’t exactly pretty, it’s realistic and it’s not a sight that anyone deserves to see.
And no one deserves to go through that.
As Karen returns from getting coffee, she takes a seat outside after peaking through the blinds of the hospital room. Robert is making James laugh and the two look like they are having a more upbeat conversation than ones that she’s been having with him. It’s nice for her to see James smile properly, after all he hasn’t had much to be cheerful about lately.
“I need you to take over” James whispers as he starts to choke a little, Robert hands him some water and he sips at it before continuing.
“Look at me, i’m not getting out of here alive”
All Robert can muster is a simple nod in response and it’s probably the first time he’s ever been speechless. To hear James say those words out loud is a big shock to the system and he doesn’t get like that easily. Death isn’t usually a sore subject but the current circumstances make this different.
“Karen has the keys to the building and my office, you have a meeting today with Bryce and Lance” he pants, trying to catch his breath, he can’t seem to do anything these days without struggling.
Fuck. This is actually happening. He’s actually about to be handed the reins, he’s officially the boss. As James has said, it’s highly unlikely that he’ll be leaving here alive and he’s not willing to take chances. On the other hand though, if he does get out of hospital, this is Roberts chance to prove that he didn’t make a poor decision by choosing him to take over.
“Meetings are at 11, you really need to get going” he waves his hands around in front of Robert, practically shooing him away and out of the room until he’s back in the long hallway once again.
He turns to Karen who shoots him a look of sympathy despite needing that same look herself. She’s the one losing her husband, she’s the one who’s entire world is about to crumble into a million pieces and yet she still takes pity on a man she barely knows. She only ever saw Robert here and there and now might be one of the final times.
Karen takes Roberts hand in her own, opening it for him before placing the keys to the office in his palm.
“I’ll be in touch about the money, for now though you have somewhere to be” and just like that he turns around in an instant, speed walking down the hall and out to his van where his messy parking skills seemed to have attracted a couple pedestrians. All of them staring as he stomps over, anger fuelling his walk as the thought of James dying in the hours to come fills his already overflowing brain.
“You pricks staring for any reason in particular?” he barks, staring each one of them down individually and making sure they really see his eyes as he removes his large framed glasses.
One scrawny looking man shakes his head rapidly before scattering away quietly, probably too scared to even respond.
Next is some woman who looks rather snobbish, and that’s a nice way of putting it. She straightens up her back, sticks her chin out and rolls her eyes before strutting away to her car at the back of the lot and then another man just gets into his car, speeding off without so much as another look in Roberts direction.
It’s nice to know he still has the intimidation factor. He’s gonna need it for the meeting with Lance and Bryce. Two of the most stuck up cunts in the business.
They are always collecting debts from somebody. In truth though, if it weren’t for those two fuckers then Robert is almost certain he wouldn’t have been working for James as long as he has. He’s been doing jobs through James for those two for as long as he can remember. Those same jobs are what made James open his eyes to his talent for killing, they also happen to be some of the messiest work he’s ever done.
One in particular was some blonde bimbo bitch with a superiority complex and a whole load of daddy’s money that she just loved to splash.
One night Lance came to James with the job of messing around with her, said he wanted to get her back for the incompetence she’d caused him when she ruined one of his jobs by accidentally interrupting a drug deal.
She walked down the wrong alleyway where money and a bag of cocaine was being exchanged as clear as day. Of course she carried on walking, she’d already gotten halfway down the alleyway at this point and once Lance realised his guy was short on the cash, he said no deal. But that little blonde bimbo caught Lances eye, so much so that he got distracted by her perky pushed up tits and perfectly round bum. Now, Lance has been drug dealing for years, he’s never been distracted before so when it happened, the guy ripped the bag from him and fled without paying up.
At this point the blonde had already made it safely out of the alleyway, he tried to follow her but she walked right up to some guy at a gas station, the guy looked like her boyfriend from all the kissing he witnessed but he made sure to take note of the license plate for good measure.
Days passed as he plotted how he was going to get her back for costing him at least a grands worth and soon enough, he came up with the perfect solution.
He’d screw her over just like she did him.
Lance spent a couple more days after that just watching her from afar, he’d park his car just up the road from her house. Every morning he bared witness to her and her weakling of a boyfriends kissing fest and every morning he felt sick at the sight.
One morning was different though, he had his window down so he was able to hear them speak. The boyfriend in question wished his bitch of a girlfriend good luck for her interview and the more he listened the more he heard.
She had an interview for a job at the same gas station they were at just the other day. How brilliant.
Lance contacted James instantly, asking for a guy to do a job for him and the payout for said job was 2 grand. A rather large amout of cash that Robert was more than happy to take on himself.
James passed the notes to Robert who then took a nice little joyride down to the suburbs where the bitch was located.
He changed into some dark blue overalls as he watched her through the windscreen, she was just collecting some mail in her silk robe before returning back into the house and slamming the door shut.
Robert then made his way further down the road where a payphone was located. He dialled the number Lance had managed to collect for her, making sure to give out all of the changed details for the interview before hanging up and hopping back into his van, a smug smile plastered all over his face.
As she hung up the phone a weird sensation began to spread through her entire body like she somehow knew something was up yet she still decided to go to the new and rather dodgy location.
Robert waited patiently for her to arrive and once she did, he watched her park her car before stepping out in the most incredible outfit. Knee length skirt, white transparrent blouse and black kitten heels. She looked sexy to say the least but he was here to do a job.
So he did just that, he approached her with caution as if to keep up some kind of innocent man facade. The bitch soon stepped back when she laid her eyes upon a stranger with a rather evil glint in his sparkling and dreamy eyes.
“Excuse me miss, can i help you?” he asked politely, something that Robert is most definitely not. In fact, he’s the polar opposite.
“Uh, yes i have a job interview and for some reason they sent me here” she scowled as she looked around the beat up parking lot with an even more run down warehouse beside it.
“Now now, this is my home you’re turning your nose up at. Maybe you misread the directions sweetheart”
“Can you not call me that, i have a boyfriend”
Her attitude only wound him up further so he stepped further into her space.
“I’m sorry darlin’ but i don’t take too kindly to rudeness” he said as he followed her until she backed up to the trunk of her car.
“Oh, looks like you’re trapped now” he teased, gliding his hand over her bleached hair “guess your not gonna make it to that interview in time”
“Please, let me go and i’ll never speak of this again. I have to make it to that interview”
“I’m afraid i can’t. You’ve pissed me off now and once someone pisses me off, there’s no going back”
Robert continued to taunt her for a couple more minutes after that. He watched on as she begged and pleaded but he refused to give in.
Now, his mission that day wasn’t exactly to kill the unsuspecting woman but to mess with her, make her late to the interview or better yet, make sure she never showed up. But being that he had a lot of pent up anger along with the fact that no killing jobs had come his way in a week, he was looking for a little more fun.
So he played with her in his warehouse until he couldn’t fight the urge any longer.
He stabbed her multiple times all over her body. Her blood sprayed him each time he shoved his sharp blade inside, each time it pierced her skin. Something he’s always revelled in, the feeling of being covered all over in the blood of his victim, it drove him wild.
And as he chopped her body into tiny little pieces, he sang along to the radio, 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton was playing. He bounced around eagerly as he bopped his head to the beat. Something that only psychopaths are capable of, something he most certainly is.
Once he’d reported back to James on his decision to kill her, James went ballistic. He made it perfectly clear what his job was but Robert didn’t care, he argued back for what felt like hours, pleading his case.
Eventually James calmed down, he rung up Lance for the payout and once he arrived to pay Robert, he was clued in on his handy work. He didn’t even care about how far he took it, he was just glad the bitch was taken care of. He proceeded to hand him the two grand with a cheshire cat like grin plastered on his face before insisting on James getting a grand of that as well as an extra ten for the lengths Robert took to get rid of the bitch.
They sat and laughed about how she begged for mercy until it got dark out and James had to head home to Karen. Robert then made his way back too, only he was heading home to an empty house. But he wasn’t lonely, or at least he’d never felt lonely. That was until now.
Now he has someone he cares for and all he wants is to have you with him in his home but he can’t because he’s giving you space and it’s not wise to get that close to you.
Although he’s pretty sure you’ve had enough space by now and you’re really testing his patience.
As he sits down at the desk in James’ office, he props his feet up on the old wood whilst twiddling his thumbs and glancing over the notes left for him for the meeting. By the time Bryce and Lance arrive with a loud bang on the door, he’s all up to speed.
“Come in” he shouts, watching their jaws drop to the ground as they lay their beady eyes upon him.
“What’s this shit? Where’s James?” Bryce spits, glaring at Robert almost as if he’s initiating a staring contest, one that he’ll surely lose.
“James is sick, you’ll be dealing with me from now on” he explains, clasping his hands together with pure joy, this is what he’s always wanted, to run things and be in control, now he is. He can only hope all of James’ clients get on board with the change.
“You’ve got to be shitting me, you? Freezy come on man quit dickin’ around”
Both men take a seat opposite him as he lowers his feet to the ground, slouching back in his chair.
“I’m not. Like i said, James is sick. I’m in charge now” he exclaims, looking both of them directly in the eyes as he speaks to ensure the news really sinks in.
“So, what can i do for you pair of pricks” he smirks again as they both glance at each other in confusion. A new man in charge is going to take some getting used to that’s for sure. But they can either like it or lump it
“Watch it Freezy” Lance snaps before Bryce shuts him up “we need one of your men for a job, well we need two of them. Some cunt downtown hasn’t paid Lance for weeks”
Little back story on Bryce and Lance for everyone, Lance deals for Bryce who is the well known drug lord in town. Everyone fears him, everyone goes to him for a pick me up and he’s not to be messed with but Robert is also not to be messed with and he’s certainly not scared of Bryce. That’s probably why he’s managed to get away with insulting and provoking him with little to no consequences thus far.
Robert flicks through the books to decide who to assign before inevitably assigning that sloppy cunt Frank from the other week along with one of the best killers he has Jeff. Jeff will surely knock him into shape just like Robert did when he was forced to work with him. Only this time, Robert has the power to get rid if he doesn’t step up.
He jots down some notes into the famous book that James has kept all these years before arranging a payout of 50 grand for each guy and an extra 100 for Robert.
“Pleasure doing business with you” Robert says as they both exit before he kicks his feet back up onto the desk. He then picks up the phone, dialling the number of Jeff first to give him the lead on this job.
“Oh and Jeff, he fucks up you send him my way, i don’t want no sloppy cunt working for me”
Jeff agrees before hanging up.
Next is Frank.
“I got a job for ya, how does fifty grand sound?” he asks, waiting for the typical response of ‘fuck yeah’ before dishing out the details.
“Frank you mess this up and i’ll fucking kill you, you got that? No time for sloppy shit, i want a clean job, no traces. I can’t have cops sniffing around”
Frank goes on to defend his previous fuck ups until Robert shuts him up “i don’t give a fucking shit. You work for me now so if you still want the money to be rolling in and i’ll bet you do, then you get your fucking shit together”
He then hangs up on him before Frank can even respond.
Now all he has to do is relax and wait for them to complete the job. It’s tomorrow night and they have to be subtle. They’ll do it at the guys apartment. Robert recommended a silent kill, so there will be no guns involved. If it’s at night in an apartment complex, it’s easier to get the body in and out without leaving a trace or making a sound that way.
Now all that’s left to do is think about you.
He wonders what you’re up to right now, whether you’re thinking of him or not. But rather than driving himself insane with it, he picks up the phone again, dialling your number.
He memorised it for god knows what reason but that doesn’t matter. What matters is if you want to see him again.
Four rings later and you answer with a peppy “hello” that makes him smile before he realises how ridiculous he must look.
“Y/N” is all he says and just from that alone, you know it’s him.
“Robert? Hi, uh i’m sorry i haven’t called you. It’s jus-`”
“It’s fine” it is most definitely not fine but he can’t tell you that.
You’ve practically left him to stew in his thoughts for a week and he shouldn’t even be giving you the time of day right now, he should really be writing you off as a failed attempt and move on to the next unsuspecting whore. Maybe he’ll even say no if you ask to see him again...just maybe.
“No, it’s not. I left you hanging and that was wrong of me but if you’re still interested, i was wondering if you wanted to maybe go out again” your voice is quiet, almost timid like and laced with worry. He just knows that you’re biting that bottom lip of yours as you wait with bated breath for him to answer and in truth he’d be right to assume.
Because you are biting down hard on your lip and you are worried. You’ve left him for a week with nothing to go off or no indication of how you feel and with how you rushed out of his van so hastily, it’s not exactly helped the situation.
Anyone with the knowledge of how your date went would think you’re crazy for going back for more but after a lifetime of constantly playing it safe and being the good girl, you’re finally deciding to take risks. Even if it involves dancing with the devil.
“Sure” Robert says simply “what did you have in mind?” since the first date planning was ripped from his grasp, all thanks to your colleagues, he’s leaving it up to you to plan where you go.
“I was thinking dinner, since that was your idea the first time around and it would be nice to do more talking” you reply, rolling your eyes at the idea of a conventional and serious date setting.
Robert doesn’t strike you as the serious dating type either but he clearly chose it to step outside of his comfort zone which shows he cares so you’re willing to try too. Even if it means sitting awkwardly at a table for two with candles and flowers obnoxiously placed around to somehow ‘set the mood’. But the mood never feels like it’s being set it just makes you constantly fear a fire starting up.
Sure that’s a bit dramatic but you can’t help it, you tend to get like that a little.
His responses are so quick and snappy and it’s making you even less excited to see him, maybe this is his way of playing hard to get because of the way you made him wait. Which is completely fair but you still wish he’d act just a little keen to be seeing you again. However, you can’t complain about what you caused.
Maybe on the date he’ll care more, who knows?
“I’m free tomorrow night after work, if that works for you” hope filling your voice as you begin to twirl a strand of hair around your index finger like a school girl talking to her first ever crush.
“Shall i pick you up from work?”
“Oh, no, i’ll head home first and change beforehand”
After a brief discussion regarding small details such as times, you hang up the phone before smiling like an idiot as you head into the bathroom to take that much needed bubble bath.
You cannot wait to get to work tomorrow to tell Lana. She is going to freak.
Robert hangs the phone up, fighting his huge grin as he sits back in his chair with his hands behind his head to flex his muscles. He has a second date with you and he couldn’t be happier. However, he really has to try his best to hide it around other people. The last thing he needs is others seeing him like this.
The only thing left on his mind now though is James, he can’t help but wonder how much longer he has left. He makes a mental note to himself as he’s locking up the office to phone the hospital and check in with Karen tomorrow.
For someone that rarely cares for others, he sure is changing and he’s not yet decided if he likes this change or if he wants to push it as far away as possible but either way he can’t seem to get a handle on it right now. So it looks like he has no choice, unfortunately.
Tonight is the night, your second date with Robert and you’re stomach is currently churning. The urge to run to the bathroom and puke your guts up is so unbelievably strong right now that you’re unsure if you’ll ever get around to changing. You’ve been at work all day, from nine this morning until five and you’ve been at home all but two minutes and you’re already feeling those pre date nerves.
Despite seeing him plenty of times before and even making out with him a little, it’s still hitting you like a freight train that you’re about to be alone with him again. In a more intimate setting too.
The time the two of you agreed on was seven which gives you a solid hour and thirty five minutes to shower, change, do your hair and makeup but you also need to spare some time to work yourself up into a frenzied panic. It’s a must before any date or at least it is for you.
Robert is just waking up from another long nap and as he opens his eyes he realises that he fell asleep on the couch again, he should really start making better use of the bedroom.
All he seems to do these days is sleep on the couch as if the bed isn’t good enough. But each time he sleeps on that bed he feels like the mattress is too soft, same with the pillows. He needs to get a new one at some point but if his schedule was hectic before then it’s bound to be worse now so it’s not looking likely that he’ll ever get around to it.
He rubs his eyes as he sits up before rising to his feet and heading into the quaint little kitchen that he barely finds time to use these days. He’s more of a takeout guy, it’s quick and easy and it saves him the chore of doing any dishes.
The only time he cleans in there is to wash the one mug he uses, all other cutlery and crockery are no doubt gathered in dust right now in his cupboards.
You on the other hand have always enjoyed having guests round and you can’t get enough usage of your rather large kitchen. It’s big enough to fit a wall to wall table and you’re always cooking something. Whether that be homemade pasta dishes or a spot of brownie baking. You adore it and have received many compliments from friends. Particularly Jenny who makes it a habit of putting in a weekly request for your sweet treats.
The more yours and his traits are shown, the more obvious it becomes that you’re the complete opposite to him but it doesn’t mean you’re above him in any way. It just means that you’re different but as he said that night...
“But what if different is good? What if we both need a little different?”
You step out of the shower and stand in front of the bathroom mirror, swiping your hand across it to get rid of the condensation that gathered on it as the steam from the hot water filled the small room. You start off by splashing your face with cold water before rinsing your mouth with some mouthwash. Next you head into your bedroom to dry off before taking a seat at your dressing table.
You pick out the make-up you plan on using before brushing your hair and towel drying it. All you can think of is time, you still have an hour and twenty minutes, that’s more than enough time to get everything done.
When he rung you yesterday, panic hit you initially. You’d spent a whole week away with little to no thought of seeing him again but it wasn’t because you didn’t want to, in fact it was more because you’d forgotten.
Work has been hectic lately and you were also busy outside of it too with Jenny and Lana. They took you shopping one of the days and by the time you’d arrived home, you were just about ready to pass out. Which is exactly what you did, you got undressed until you were near enough butt naked before slipping under the covers and closing your heavy eyelids.
It felt like you drifted into dream land almost instantly.
You also tried to push Robert to the back of your mind entirely and it was purely because if you didn’t, then you’re every waking and sleeping moment would have been corrupted by him. However, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t failed at slipping through the cracks some days because he has, just not often enough thanks to your ability to distract yourself.
But now here you sit, getting ready to see him again.
Millions of questions and worries roam your brain.
Will he be snappy tonight?
Will he be polite?
Will he kiss you again?
Do you want him to kiss you again?
Will you actually get to know him tonight?
Or will he be just as closed off as he’s continued to be since the day you met him?
Because Robert is nothing if not consistent.
You’ll never know until you see him but one thing is for sure, this is his last chance. If he fucks this one up then there’s no way he’s getting another.
You just hope he doesn’t mess this up because he’s managed to work his way into your heart, slowly but surely. You couldn’t bare to let him go now. It’s hard to imagine your world without him let alone to actually have it be a reality.
As you’re finishing up your makeup, Robert is shrugging on one of his finest dress shirts, a white floral one at that. He pairs it with some dark green pants and a brown belt along with some dress shoes
Pretty fancy for someone who is constantly trying to convince himself he doesn’t feel anything for you or at least attempts to convince himself but he always fails.
He can’t fight this anymore and he knows that, no matter how hard he tries to stop it, the soft spot he has for you is growing more and more at an alarming rate.
With the finishing touches of your makeup completed, you take a quick glance at the clock on your bedroom wall to see the time is 6:30pm and your stomach starts acting up all over again. Butterflies and the whole dam zoo flood it, making it nearly impossible to stand up and change.
You have the outfit laid out on your bed. It consists of a red halter neck chiffon dress that ends mid thigh, it’s one of your favourite dresses out of all that you own. You have a nice pair of black stilettos to go with it too, everything has been planned all the way down to the last detail. You just hope it’s all worth your while what with Robert having an issue of containing his anger.
Unbeknownst to you though, he has no plans of snapping tonight. In fact he wants to make up for that by treating you the way you deserve to be treated and during the last week of silence from you, he’s had a chance to re think his plan to get into your panties.
Now, in no way is he saying he’s not going to try for sex, after all, he’s Robert Pronge and sex is his weakness, his addiction. But that’s not all he wants from you, now he wants more. Something he’s not entirely thrilled about but there’s no going back.
He pulls up outside of your house, tapping away on the steering wheel of his ice cream van before he finally decides it’s time to get out and knock your door.
A knock brings all movement to a halt just as you slip your shoes on. Your breathing hitches and your legs turn to jelly all the more as you stalk closer to the open it.
Once you do, revealing your date, you don’t miss the opportunity to ogle him like he’s a piece of meat. Head to toe his outfit ticks all of your boxes and the way his biceps are bulging out of the sleeves of his dress shirt is enough to make you almost drool here and now but you quickly stop yourself by ripping your eyes away. It doesn’t help that he smells amazing either.
Your eyes flicker up to his and you notice that he’s still taking the time to appreciate your outfit choice as well as the flash of cleavage that your dress allows, it still leaves at least something to the imagination though. You watch as he bites down on his bottom lip when his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but smile a little at the thought of him being lost for words.
“You look....” he pauses, Adams apple bobbing as he gulps before continuing “beautiful”.
“Thank you sir, you scrub up well too” you step out of the house, grabbing your purse on the way before locking the door and following him over to his van.
The infamous ice cream vehicle that you’ve grown to love.
Robert helps you into the van before jogging round to the drivers side and once he gets in you find yourself unable to look away from him. The nerves still have full control of you but it’s giving you this strange rush and urge to take life by the balls. However, the moment he glances over at you, you shy away, turning your head to the side as an unintentional giggle slips out.
You feel the heat spread to your cheeks as he starts up the van.
“What was that for?” he questions, a smirk filling his face as his eyes search yours when you finally look back over.
“Nothing, i’m just nervous that’s all” you say in hopes of him dropping that embarrassing giggle of yours, why do you constantly have to make a fool of yourself?
But to your surprise and his own too, he only finds it endearing.
Normally he’d avoid women like you, women who are shy. Yet with you, he can’t get enough.
He adores how you look away whenever he stares you down and he can’t help the blood that rushes to his cock every time he sees you. Your body in this dress tonight has to be a highlight, it hugs your figure in all of the best ways. It’s becoming near enough impossible for him to keep his hands to himself, he’s dying to touch you. However, he wants to at least get through this date before he attempts anything. So for now he’ll stick to resting his hand on your exposed thigh.
Your warm and soft skin feels just right underneath his cold and large calloused hand, he can only imagine how your nude body would feel pressed up against his own. Skin to skin, every flaw of his touching every inch of perfection of yours.
As he drives, steering the van with one hand, his other rests on your thigh with the occasional removal to change gears, it feels nice. You love his skin on yours. The dirty side of you can’t help but imagine how it would feel to have him touch every inch of your body as you lay naked for him and the thought alone is enough to cause a pool to develop in your white laced panties.
You purposely wore nicer underwear tonight just because you never truly know what could happen. Sure, you’re not the type to give it up easy but with Robert, it doesn’t feel like you would be. You’ve known him a while now, been on one date already and he just exudes sex appeal. His whole demeanour screams experienced which is something you’d love to involve yourself in, but only with him.
In a last bid to take control of your shyness, you rest your hand over his, slipping your much smaller fingers through the cracks of his thick digits, intertwining them in the simplest of ways.
You feel his eyes on you as you do so and without a second more passing, he switches it up, flipping your hand over and holding it instead. Your heart skips a beat. You just hope your hands don’t start clamming up, that would be truly mortifying.
Robert pulls into the parking lot of this fancy restaurant, one you’ve never even heard of before but it looks nice. He pulls his hand from yours before getting out of the van and making his way to your side to help you out. Once you’re feet are on the ground, he locks it and walks the two of you inside.
Upon approaching the front desk, Robert asks politely about the reservation that he’s supposed to of made but the gentleman is having none of it. Insisting that there’s no such name on the booking sheet. You stand there patiently as he gets into a rather heated discussion with the employee.
“Well i’m saying check again because i definitely booked” Robert seethes, trying his hardest not to act up in front of you or make you feel uncomfortable.
“It’s fine, we can go somewhere else if there’s an issue” you suggest, wrapping your hand around his huge bicep at an attempt to dial his temper down a notch but to no avail.
“No, we’re eating here, the asshole just doesn’t know how to do his fucking job” he snaps, an action that would usually make you jolt or take a step back but this time you refuse to let it have the same effect. You step closer, standing in between Robert and the employee.
“Can you just take another look? I know he booked” you ask again politely, waiting until he walks away to speak to his colleague before you turn to face your date.
“How did you manage to do that when i couldn’t?” he sighs, resting his hands on his hips as he stares down at you with intrigue “maybe it has something to do with your rather unique way of asking” you giggle again, covering your mouth as you do so before you’re interrupted by the same guy.
“I’m very sorry Mr Pronge, this was a mistake on our end. You did book, we’ve just found the confirmation. Andrew here will lead you to your table if you’d like to follow him”
Before Robert can make a dig or rude comment, you grip onto his forearm, pulling him away and over to the waiter who then leads you to a booth at the back of the room.
The second you’re left alone, you look him in the eyes.
“This place is really beautiful, you have good taste”
“Shame that prick at the front had to ruin the start of the date” he scoffs, scowling a the man from across the room.
“Hey, let’s not let him continue to ruin our night” you say as you reach over, gripping his face and using that to force his attention onto you. But before you can sit back down in your seat his lips attack yours in a quick yet filthy kiss.
As your lips part, you keep up with the intense eye contact, even when you both sit back down and wait for the waiter to return with your drinks. You ordered a glass of red wine, he ordered a non alcoholic beer since he’s driving.
Once they are placed on the table you both decide to order mains, taking your eyes off each other to talk to the waiter who nods simply before rushing off to the kitchen with his little notepad open in his hands. You went for steak and chips, as did he and the more you think of your food you find your stomach starts to rumble but you soon cover it up with a cough.
“So...” he chuckles, causing you to do the same “so...”
You raise your brows at him and he repeats the very same action as his arms rest either side of the cloth covered bench. You have no idea why you’ve avoided these type of dates all this time, now that you’re actually on one, you can see the appeal. It doesn’t mean you’re gonna lose your originality though.
“Tell me more about yourself” you finally say, breaking the ice to which he sighs again, rolling his eyes before resting his hands back down onto his legs.
“What do you want to know?” he challenges, making you roll your eyes this time “everything, parents, childhood, past relationships, how many women have you slept with?” your response, as innocent as it is, is causing Robert to tense up. He hides it well though.
“Parents split up once i moved out, i don’t get to see them as much as i’d like to now though and my childhood was pretty boring. I’ve not had a relationship before and as for the amount of women i’ve slept with, i don’t think that’s a question you want the answer to, sweetness” he licks his lips as he adjusts his glasses all while maintaining eye contact with you which causes you to become flustered.
So you decide that if he’s going to wind you up more, you’re going to do the same.
First step is taking a sip of your wine and once you swallow the liquid, you wipe the corners of your mouth before licking your lips seductively.
“What about your parents, childhood and all that” he says as he tries his absolute hardest not to lose control of the situation.
“Parents passed away not too long ago, my dad died of lung cancer and my mom died of brain cancer. My childhood was full of happy memories, constant vacations or family days out and now i live in their house”
“And your past relationships...” he winks at you, catching you off guard but before you can even respond, the food arrives and you’re distracted. But not for long.
“This looks delicious” you smile at the waiter, thanking him before he leaves the two of you alone.
“That’s not the only thing” Robert mumbles before taking a large sip of his beer. You don’t bother to ask him what he said since you’re too busy enjoying his attraction to you and his clear desire to have you in every filthy way.
“Anyway, you didn’t answer” he says, pointing to you with his cutlery before you catch on.
“Oh. Uh, i’ve had a couple relationships, not many but none of them were all that” your laugh is laced with nerves as you tuck into your steak, moaning a little as the taste of it hits you, it’s perfect and just what you’ve been craving.
A succulent piece of meat to really satisfy your immense hunger, the same hunger that you’ve had for Robert, one that has seemingly consumed you for weeks on end.
Robert can’t help his reaction as he hears you, your act would appear innocent to everyone else here but to him, it’s far from it. The sound alone is like music to his ears, causing his cock to grow harder in the confines of his pants and boxers.
It’s going to be a long night...
You burst out laughing before covering your mouth with your hand as you continue to attempt telling Robert a story from work, particularly a shift with Donna. She’s a colleague you mostly tolerate at best, there’s no hard feelings but you’re not exactly the best of friends.
It was a Monday, more specifically the morning time when a guy came in trying to buy lingerie and he was accompanied by a woman. Although she was older than the guy, you could all see she was his girlfriend. Everyone except Donna who insisted on not assuming, saw this.
So rather than stop her you allowed miss know it all to approach the pair.
She proceeded to show them around the store, pointing out the pink sets, then the blue and then the black and white ones. The customers seemed very happy with the selection, the young man in particular was less than interested and it was in fact the woman who was asking most of the questions. Once they eventually settled on a couple of sets from each colour as well as some gorgeous night gowns and robes. Donna took the items to the cash register for them and once they joined her there, she really put her foot in it.
Yourself, Lana and Jenny were stood behind her as you watched on.
“I wish my mom came with me to get my boyfriend presents, you’re lucky she’s here to help and i’m sure the lucky lady will adore these” Donna said, glancing at the guy and smiling. For someone who was the literal the queen of not assuming someones situation, she sure did assume this one.
“I am the lucky lady, not his mother” the woman hissed, her now rosy red cheeks giving away her anger as she glared Donna down.
“Oh. I’m sorry, i just thought -“
“You thought wrong” the guy then chimed in, tossing his card her way to pay for all the items. Meanwhile you and Lana couldn’t hold your laughter in so you made your way to the stockroom to do so without the customers seeing or hearing you.
As you finished the story, Robert was unable to stifle his own laughter.
“I’ve gotta meet this Donna woman, she sounds hilarious” he snickers and you nod.
“She is, she sure makes for entertaining shifts”
The two of you finish off your drinks before deciding pay.
As soon as the waiter arrives you pull out your card and Robert pulls out a wad of cash, the same amount or most likely more than last time.
“Put that away” he demands before handing the waiter the right amount to cover the bill with an extra 20 dollars as a tip because being with you has lightened his mood and he’s clearly feeling extra generous.
You stand up, as does he and the pair of you make your way back outside to the parking lot and into his more neatly parked van.
You put your seatbelt on before turning to face him.
“I had a really good time tonight”
“It doesn’t have to end” he starts, sticking the key in the ignition “you can always come back to my place for some coffee and maybe some dessert”
His offer is too tempting to turn down and although you don’t normally do this, you’ve consistently said that if he made any advances that you would never stop him because you want him in every way too. So without allowing another second to pass, you agree “sure, i’d love to”.
Dam it. Why did you have to say it like that? Keen or what.
He’s gonna judge you for that, surely.
Robert doesn’t care at all about how you said it, all he cares about now is getting you back to his place. He wants to get to know you away from everyone else although he’s pretty certain that he’s learnt so much already.
He may have bent the truth about his family and childhood but it doesn’t mean he lied, he just couldn’t bring himself to tell you all about his fucked up life. Just like he can’t bring himself to tell you about what his real job is, it’s not just the ruse of being an ice cream man that he keeps up to prevent attracting any unwanted attention but there’s also whole thing with him taking over from James.
Maybe one day, if you stick around, he will tell you but then again, it’s too risky.
James managed to tell Karen, sure she was in on what he did from the very beginning but she still accepted it and him. All she ever asked was that he never told her the gory details of what crimes were committed to earn the blood money that brought them their first and only home.
You arrive at Roberts place in less than ten minutes and it’s a lot smaller than your house is but still nice nonetheless. As he lets the two of you inside you’re immediately blasted with the smell of the aftershave Robert has on tonight, a smell you very much welcome to intoxicate you.
“Nice place” you say as you walk further inside until you’re in the lounge. The couch looks so comfortable that you practically dive onto it and Robert joins you once he makes some coffee, you were almost certain that he was just using that as an excuse to get you alone in private so he could make a move but instead he actually meant it.
You feel a little bummed out but keep a smile on your face regardless.
“So what’s with the lack of relationships then?” you ask, sipping at your coffee before realising how hot it is. You then take a quick look around the room, it’s not anything like your lounge but you like it. It’s homely. The decor is simple but he is a man after all so you can’t say you expected a whole lot more.
“They’ve never appealed to me, i don’t see the point. Most relationships end in cheating or failed marriages and I never fancied that for myself plus i’ve always been better off alone. Until now, of course” he had you fooled for a second, you almost thought that he was only after a quick fuck. Maybe you haven’t had him pegged after-all. He already told you he’s not the romance type when you were on your first date but you can tell that it’s starting to change and that alone makes you very happy.
“Why now?” you wonder out loud as you stare into his dreamy blue eyes, almost getting lost once again until his voice snaps you out of it.
“I think you know why” and all of a sudden, you feel the pool in your panties grow, it’s uncontrollable and you can’t seem to relieve the ache.
You try to cross one leg over the other as if somehow that’ll do the trick but to no avail and it’s more obvious to him how you’re feeling. He knows because he feels it too. All of the constant back and forth teasing, the mutual pining, the stolen glances that the two of you have taken has built up to this very moment.
Sexual tension that has inevitably circled since the day you first exchanged names. It’s developed into something much more substantial now and honestly you can quite literally feel your hands shaking with anticipation of what’s to come.
Will he make a move on you or chicken out like you’ve done plenty of times tonight?
The urges that swallowed you whole in the moment that you laid your eyes upon his smart attire tonight were undeniable. In that moment you wanted him like you’ve never wanted anyone or anything before. It was so strong that you could taste it and now you’re making a mental promise to yourself that you won’t leave here without getting what you truly desire.
You attempt to cover your now extremely flustered state by taking a sip of your coffee but he pulls it from your hand before you can, placing both mugs on the coffee table as he sits closer to you. His hand rests on your thigh in a feather like touch before his grip tightens and you find yourself taking a quick peak at where his skin touches yours. You can’t help the way your breathing grows heavier as your heart skips yet another beat. It’s all you seem to do whenever you’re around him.
“So, did i make up for that first date then?” his voice drops a couple of octaves, getting deeper and more gravelly but all the more sexy.
“You sure did” usually you could talk until your lungs give out but now you’re rendering on speechless, most likely because of the nervous wreck he's turned you into.
“Good” he whispers, blowing air on your shoulder as he lowers his head, getting closer to the exposed skin. And just like you were hoping he would, he presses his lips to it, his beard tickling you as he takes his time to properly kiss you. Your stomach turns into a gymnast, performing backflips as your heart beat rapidly picks up speed and your chest starts to rise and fall even more with each kiss before he moves his lips up to your neck, earning a frantic gasp from you.
But you need more, you crave more.
Still you allow him to take his time with you, revelling in the feeling of his soft plump lips on your sweet spot.
After a couple open mouthed kisses he moves to your lips, his face is inches from yours yet he doesn’t kiss you, he just admires your features. You watch as his eyes move from yours to your hair, then to your nose and cheeks then lastly your lips.
Robert isn’t usually one for intimacy in this capacity so in some ways this is like a new experience for the both of you. It doesn’t mean he’s going to go easy on you though, he doesn’t do easy, soft or gentle. He only knows rough.
Rather than kissing you he moves down to the floor, kneeling in between your legs as if he’s worshipping your very existence. You part them way too eagerly as he puts pressure on your thighs, a touch you more than welcome. But you can’t think of a single way that you don’t want him to touch you, you’ve waited so long now for this that you’d let him do whatever he pleases.
“I gotta say, this dress has had my head spinning since the second i first saw you in it” you can’t help the pathetic whimper that escapes at the sound of such flirtatious words falling off his tongue. He’s telling you all the right things, touching you just enough for your eyes to glaze over and pushing you to an edge that you’re trying your hardest not to fall off of. But in the end, he’ll always make you fall and you can’t continue to fight it any longer, you don’t have the strength to.
All of a sudden the skirt of your dress is bunched up at your waist, laced panties on show for him to admire whilst his tongue darts out to wet his lips before he bites down on his bottom one.
Those danger filled blue orbs of his are sure to be the death of you as he continues to meet your lustful eyes but it would be your pleasure to die at his merciless hands.
In such an intimate situation, you’re surprised that with next to no words being spoken that it isn’t awkward but that’s just because the sexual tension is doing all the talking, it’s clear he’s craved you just like you have him.
He takes your right leg in his hand, holding it by your ankle before starting to kiss up it in such an agonisingly slow pace that it’s torturous. You rarely beg when it comes to sex and your previous failed relationships will speak to that, the sex wasn’t exciting and you were certainly stubborn when it came to doing anything but with Robert, the shame or anxiety aren’t going to stop you.
“Please, kiss me” you whine, hips bucking up as if it’ll somehow help your case, but instead it has the opposite effect. He pushes you back down to the couch before making his way back up to your face where he grips it in one hand.
“Easy there, sweetness. Daddy plans to take his time with you” he rasps lazily before burying his face back where it belongs with his nose nudging at your panty clad mound. You tense up as you anticipate the feeling of him but nothing could have prepared you for the real thing and you never expected the noises he would elicit until he practically ripped your panties off of you with little to no effort. The lace tears in half before he discards them onto the floor behind him with no care whatsoever for destroying your garments.
“Such a pretty snatch, sweetness” his vulgar words are causing you to become less and less lady like, unable to hold back now. You’re turning into a withering and moaning mess underneath him.
Once you’re bare the way he likes he flattens his tongue, licking a single stripe from your soaked hole to your bundle of nerves and the feeling alone has you arching your back and weaving your fingers through his long and curly hair. His beard rubs against your inner thighs, leaving a burn that’s nothing short of delicious and your grip on his hair earns you a deep and harsh growl, a noise you could certainly get used to hearing.
His tongue works expertly across your soaked and sensitive petal like folds as two of his thick digits dance around your entrance, waiting a little while before he plunges them deep inside of you with ease.
“God... YES” you scream out as your back arches off of the couch completely whilst your hands push his head into your sex aggressively, forcing him to hold his breath.
His fingers curl inside of you, practically punching that spongy spot that has the power to make the coil in your stomach snap in seconds if he keeps up this tongue to finger ratio.
But rather than doing that, he takes you by surprise, hovering over you with one of his knees pushed into the couch cushion that you’re sitting pretty on. He uses his other hand to grip your face in it, forcing you to look directly into his eyes as his fingers pick up their pace, his intense stare refusing to let up.
“Cum for me, sweetness” he demands as he leans closer, connecting his lips to yours in a kiss that is sure to leave your lips beautifully bruised. You open your mouth ajar to make way for his forceful tongue and as soon as its inside he begins to explore your mouth, even asserting his authority by sucking on your tongue. You can taste yourself faintly.
He continues to work you over as he watches your squirming body wriggle and writhe under his dominating touch. A touch you’ve done nothing but dream of for weeks, how it would feel to have his skin on yours in such a way and doing things that should almost be illegal.
Your list of potential kinks and sexual fantasies are almost as long as his yet you’ve barely had a chance to explore any of them until now, now you know for sure that this is only the start of to your otherworldly experience. After tonight you’re certain that you’ll refuse to ever let another man into your panties unless that mans name is Robert Pronge.
“That’s it, baby. There it is” he smirks as you stick your chin out so that you can look up at him and get a better glimpse. He watches as tears of pleasure stream down your face, your mascara is now ruined along with the rest of your make-up and he can see that you’re teetering on the edge. All he needs to do is press his thumb down onto your throbbing clit as he rams his fingers into you and you’ll be trembling.
Once he does, his fingers continue to drag along your walls until suddenly, the coil in your stomach snaps and he feels you tense up.
Your upper body goes stiff and your legs wrap around his torso as they start to shake uncontrollably. Your toes begin to curl in your stilettos and you grip onto his biceps with desperation and a need for some form of support.
As he retracts his fingers, he wastes no time in bringing them up to his lips and slipping them into his eager mouth. The satisfied and enthusiastic hums that vibrate around them as he gets lost in the taste of your juices is not helping you here. All you can think about is how it would feel to have those vibrations on your pussy and every inch of your shaking body.
Without a warning to you he gets up, grabbing a hold of your hand and dragging you head first into another room that appears to be his bedroom. The small double bed sits neatly in the middle with bedside tables either side of it as well as a dark brown wooded wardrobe. The door of it is open just enough for you to get a peak inside at his many shirts and pants. Then you spot some drawers attached to the wardrobe, perhaps all of his underwear and socks are hidden in there.
You really like the look of this room but before you can even attempt to explore it he picks you up and throws you down onto the bed as if you barely weigh a thing to him.
You make a pathetic attempt at flicking your heels off until he stops you in your tracks “nuh-uh, sweetness. Keep them on” his instructions followed by a seductive stare causes all the hairs on your body to stand up and every inch of your skin to turn to gooseflesh. He excites you in all of the ways that he shouldn’t, being that you’re not oblivious to the disturbing aura that seems to surround him. But you still remain intrigued by him and you long to discover more about this brooding and mysterious man that has managed to sweep you off your feet.
He keeps his eyes on you as he removes his dress shirt, revealing his toned chest that has a little sprinkle of hair decorating his pecks. And the muscles you’ve had the pleasure of peeking at over the course of the last couple weeks are finally out for you to feast your eyes on. All you want now is for him to ruin you for any other men.
As he unbuckles his belt you get off of the bed to stand in front of him, using this as your way of telling him that you’re his to do with as he pleases.
Which of course, he does. He snakes his arms around your body, using his grip to pull you flush against him, chest to chest, an action that causes you to swallow with a loud gulp. His finger nails start digging into your back before he catches you off guard by spinning you around.
Robert pushes you up against the wall as his free hand sets your hair to the other side, freeing your neck for him.
His plump and pink desirable lips then settle on the skin almost immediately, sucking, slurping and even biting. That’ll surely leave you marked up as proof of who you now belong to.
You rest your hands on the wall as he lifts up the skirt of your dress and your chest rises and falls against the wall as you feel him kneel behind you.
“Hold your dress, sweetness” so you do exactly as you’re told, bunching it up at your waist for him before his hands grip onto your ass cheeks with such intensity and force that it’s almost painful, yet you take it. He spreads your ass cheeks without hesitation, revealing your tight and puckered hole to him.
“Look at this ass. So fucking pretty” he drags out his words and you feel the heat collect in your cheeks at his attempt at a compliment but you’re soon distracted from your flustered state when his tongue begins to lap at your hole greedily, a sensation you’re unfamiliar with. He spreads your ass cheeks a little more before diving back in but this time he pushes his tongue inside of you, making you jolt out of surprise.
“And so tight too”
Anal isn’t exactly something you have much experience in, in fact you have none. But the way his tongue is forcing it’s way inside of you is too earth shattering to stop. It’s like he knows your body better than you and everything that makes it tick. You’re exploring a whole bunch of firsts with him, a new level of vulnerability coming to light right here in this room.
You hum out of appreciation for the pleasure he’s bestowing upon your innocent body and this is exactly what sets Robert apart from the other men from your past, he’s a man, they were simply boys with selfish intentions. It’s clear he’s making it his mission to make you feel good and so far, he’s succeeding.
Robert doesn’t bother to ask how it feels because he can already feel your body reacting to his tongue but he’s yet to really get started with you and he’s excited to see how you react to everything else.
His fingers then dart to your aching pussy, taking the time to rub at your pulsating clit with his thumb with such precision it’s almost unbearable. Whilst the remainder of his fingers shower your puffy, folds in attention too, making sure no spot is left untouched or un kissed. You start to grind your ass into his face unintentionally, unable to stop yourself from reacting to his mouth.
“Someones a greedy little slut, huh?”
“Yes” you’re trying to speak more but your brain is failing to function properly and it’s all because of him and that sinful tongue of his. He’s certainly awakened the sex crazed animal inside of you, setting every spark inside of your body alight. You just cant help but act out of the norm.
After a while he rises back to his feet, using one foot to kick your legs further apart, giving him better access to your tight and inexperienced cunt.
“You ready for me, sweetness?” he asks as he allows his dress pants to fall to the floor in a pool at his feet. You nod your head way too eagerly again as you stand there waiting for his touch to return.
Once it does, a smile washes over your face and that’s when you feel his fingers toying with your entrance before he replaces them with his cock.
You’ve yet to see his size but in a weird way, you’re glad you haven’t seen it.
You’re easily intimidated and you know that the size of it is bound to be bigger than you’ve ever experienced, something that will only scare you out of sleeping with him.
So instead of asking to see it you just stand there, ass poked out ready for him with your legs spread like the whore he’s turned you into.
“This might hurt a little” he warns, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance before he pushes in. You cry in pain, the feel of him stretching you out to accommodate his size has your walls spasming. Still they welcome his downright ungodly intrusion and as soon as every inch of his cock is buried deep to the hilt deep inside of you, you poke your ass out as if to signal for him to give you more. Which he does.
Robert looks down at where your bodies meet, the way you’re encouraging him to take full advantage of you and the way you’re holding your dress up for him is almost too much to handle. Not to mention how tight you are.
The feeling of your soaked and warm walls fluttering around him is enough for him to remain seated inside of you for all of eternity, it’s better than he could have ever imagined. He’s bound to spend more time like this than he is doing actual work for his business.
His business, it feels weird to say that now, because it still feels like it belongs to James.
He grunts as he pulls back out, keeping the tip inside of you before slamming back in roughly and making your cheek press up against the wall as a string of moans fall from your beautiful mouth, moans he could listen to forever.
His breath fans the side of your neck as his mouth latches onto your sensitive spot and the open mouthed kiss is more like biting and sucking, more effort on his part to mark you up.
“Robert” you mewl, arching your back as his pace renders on animalistic and his skin continuously slaps against yours harshly.
“Fuck, please” you beg, unsure of what you’re actually begging for but then the coil in your stomach starts to tighten as the tip of his cock punches at the g-spot within you. You know you’re not far from that impending orgasm now. His hands grip onto your hair at the scalp, using it as leverage to yank your head backwards roughly, arching your back more.
“What is it, sweetness?” he mocks, as his fingers pull your mouth open wide, keeping them there so that you don’t close it.
“I’m gonna cum” you choke out as he spits into your mouth before he removes his fingers to force you into swallowing it like his good girl.
“Yeah? Gonna cream all over my cock like a dirty little whore, huh?” the pure filth leaving his mouth only eggs you on further, exciting you as more arousal drips from your core and down his shaft as he drags it along your walls relentlessly.
There’s something about him that always led you to believe he was a little kinky but this takes the cake, he’s a lot rougher and kinkier than you could have ever imagined but you can’t get enough of it or the way he’s manhandling your body like somehow he was always supposed to.
The coil tightens until you’re sure it’s seconds away from snapping, giving you more of a push to get there. So you push back against him, meeting his thrusts which only earns you more grunts and growls that emerge from his x rated mouth. His hands knead at your soft globes before he eventually spanks you hard enough to leave you sore for when you next sit down, he repeats the same again before returning his hands to your waist, squeezing it.
“God, such a fucking whore for daddy. Ain’t that right, sweetness?” he asks, forcing your head to the side so you can look at him. Your mouth hangs open in the perfect O shape as more pleasure fuelled tears fall down your face “yes” you murmur, barely able to get a proper coherent word out until he smacks your cheek, gripping it in his hands.
“Yes what?” he pulls your mouth open again, spitting into it twice before forcing you to swallow it just like you did only minutes earlier. His hand then collides with your cheek once more until you finally respond to him.
“Yes, daddy” the nickname shouldn’t excite you yet here you are, creaming all over him just like he said you would. Shockwaves flood your entire body as you cum with a silent cry of his name.
“Robert” you say it so quietly that it’s almost inaudible but he hears you just fine.
“That’s it, there she is. My good little whore” he smirks as he pulls out and turns you around quickly so that you’re facing him.
You stand there just admiring him for a little while longer as his body is flush against yours whilst he cages you in. His eyes burn into yours as if he’s looking deep into your soul and the only sound filling this room of his is the sound of both of you panting, trying to control your breathing.
He really went all out, took you by surprise and fucked you until you were a withering mess and now all you want to know is what’s next because you’re certain he isn’t done with you yet.
“That was quite something” you giggle as your hands splay across his chest.
“That was just the start, sweetness. You really think i’m done with you yet?” all you can do is shake your head.
Without a warning, Robert reaches behind you to the back of your neck so that he can untie your dress and once it slips down your body and pools at your feet, he takes a step back to admire all of you.
His cock jumps with excitement for the sight in front of him, a sight he’s spent many nights imagining. All those nights he held his cock in his large hand, he imagined that you were the one doing it, that you were the one pumping him slowly until he eventually came with a deep and raspy groan. Now he’s got the real thing, he’s gonna use you and fuck you until you beg for him to stop, until your tight and sore cunt can’t take anymore.
He picks you up so that you wrap your legs around him with the heels of your shoes digging into his ass cheeks. He slides himself back into you causing you to wrap your arms around him for support as your head falls backwards, a long and breathy moan falls into the air as he pushes you back up against the wall once again.
You curse at the pain of the collision but it’s soon masked with pleasure as he fucks into you with reckless abandon, not giving much care as to how hard or rough he’s being, only caring for the pleasure he’s providing himself. He’s almost certain that you’re loving it too though.
Which you are. You’ve never experienced sex like this, never had a guy last long enough for you to get off but with Robert, you’ve already cum twice and all signs are pointing to more. He’s like an animal, a machine. He can keep going and going and you want him to, you don’t ever want this feeling to stop. You always want to be the one he gives it to.
“Mhmm, Robert” you encourage, gripping his face with both hands before moving forward to capture his lips with your own. The kiss is so intense that you feel the air slowly disappearing from your lungs and you’re sure he feels the same way. The kiss is rough and passionate. It’s teeth, tongues and fireworks.
You may be just as innocent as he assumes you to be and he might be more dangerous than he’s led you to believe but it works. It’s fire and ice.
Just like at the restaurant earlier, he got irate and angry and you calmed him down, you brought peace to him, centred him. Which is something you know he doesn’t get much of, it’s obvious in the way he walks, his entire demeanour too.
When you kissed him that night of your first date, you could feel his tense shoulders drop and tonight is no exception. It’s like somehow with you he feels free and if you were to ever ask him about it, he’d try his hardest to deny that a woman has any control over him but he’d only be lying through his teeth.
He’s never been affected by women, not in the way that a normal man would be because truthfully, he’s never seen women as anything more than a temporary fix to a temporary problem.
But with you, he was certain you’d cause problems for him the moment he laid his villainous eyes on you and he only worsened that notion when he decided to see you again. Now he’s fucked and he knows he can never just be fuck buddies with you, especially not after the rush he got from finally touching you in this way.
You just might be his newest addiction.
The kiss concludes as he gives your ass a painful squeeze, digging his nails in once more.
Your walls flutter around his girth over and over whilst your bundle of nerves pulsates signalling that you’re so unbelievably close to reaching your third orgasm of the night. And Robert can sense this, hence why he slips his hand in between your bodies, pressing the pads of his fingers onto your delicate sex and rubbing firm circles to push you off that cliff and into a pool of ecstasy.
And just when you thought your body wasn’t capable of one more, you start to jerk as your nails dig into his back, dragging along and earning a hiss from him.
“Fuck” you breathlessly moan, shivering as he starts to slow his pace before eventually placing you back down to the ground.
Before you can even make sense of it, you’re kicking your heels off and pushing him backwards and onto the bed. Once he’s lying down and looking up at you, you join him. You get a proper glimpse of his cock in this position and you can’t help the hunger and lust that consumes you as you practically dive onto him, lining him up with your sore entrance.
Although your legs are shaking like you’ve had enough, it isn’t going to stop you from getting another taste of something sweet, after all they do say bad boys bring heaven to you and you’re more than happy for him to bring it to you all night long.
You’re not entirely sure what’s gotten into you but as you discovered earlier, he’s awakened an animal inside of you and one thing you know for sure is that he’s corrupting you in all of the best ways. A change you’re more than happy with.
Robert just watches you with wide eyes as you straddle him and sink down, your pussy devouring every inch of his impressive size like it’s no big deal.
You start picking up your pace, riding him like it’s your job. All you want now after how many times he’s had you reaching your peak is for him to reach his so rather than allowing him to take over, you force him to lay back and relax.
Surprisingly he does as he’s told which is rare for men like Robert who are so used to taking the reins and controlling the situation.
As you fuck yourself on his cock, Robert can’t keep his eyes off of you or your mind blowing breasts for that matter, the way they bounce as you do is enough to make him spill is load into you right here and now. So he decides it’s high time he stopped fighting it.
He sits up, still allowing you to ride him whilst he wraps his arms around your body “such a fucking whore for me, aren’t you?” he mutters, a small smile appearing as he forces you to look at him “yes daddy, only for you” you lick your lips, flicking your hair out the way as you make way for him to show your breasts some love.
He kneads at the soft globes with extra care before, starting to suck on one of your nipples. As he does this he rolls the other one between his index finger and thumb, massaging you gently before switching it up all while you’re juices are dripping down his shaft and to his balls causing him to moan in between kisses to your delicate skin.
“Keep going, s’close” he mumbles as he lies back down on the bed, allowing you do your thing and with each bounce he’s inching closer to that pleasure filled high, one that he’s been desperate for since the start of the night.
You continue to work him over, grinding in circles every couple of bounces to add something different to it until he inevitably reaches his end.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you, a movement that sends your walls fluttering before you start to clench down around him uncontrollably. And seconds later he spills himself inside of you, painting your walls with thick white ropes of cum. Thank god for birth control.
Still, you remain on top of him, your hands resting atop of his chest with his hands rested on your waist before he pulls you down and rolls you over so he has the upper hand.
“Don’t tell me you’re ready to go again already” you smirk, rolling your eyes as he chuckles.
“Would that be so bad?”
“Not necessarily but if you ever want me to recover then you’ll give me a while” you tap his shoulder before moving to get up. Your legs feel like jelly and you soon realise you’re gonna struggle to make it to the bathroom. So rather than standing up to pick up his shirt, you sit on the edge of the bed as you bend to retrieve it before slipping it on your upper body and buttoning it up.
“What if i don’t want you to recover?” he quips, leaving you with no comeback to dish out, only a soft giggle.
Robert slips his boxers back on before sitting up on his bed and reaching for the packet of cigarettes on his nightstand along with his lighter. He watches as you stand up, his shirt just about covers your ass and he can’t stop himself from watching as you strut out to the bathroom whilst he lights up the cigarette between his lips.
Suddenly all that he’s shamelessly said and done up until tonight to be able to have his wicked way with you hits him at once. Part of dating you in the first place was to get you into bed before he planned to toss you aside for another time but he knows now that he can’t do that.
His well thought out plan has failed miserably but in the process of it failing, he’s discovered something much more pleasurable than any one night stand could have provided and thats you. Just having you around him makes him want to have you all the time and after what you just did with each other, he’s got that in the bag.
You make your way to the bathroom, using the time to pee and then splash some water on your face to rid yourself of the ruined make-up and on your way out you walk through the lounge just in time to answer the phone as it rings.
“Robert Pronge’s home” you smile into the phone as you look around to check if he heard which he didn’t.
“Who is this?” a woman's soft voice responds, she sounds troubled.
“It’s Y/N, a guest of Roberts, who’s this?”
“It’s Karen, is he home?” she sobs into the phone, alarming you instantly and stripping you of your post sex glow.
“Robert” you call and seconds later he rushes out to see you holding the phone out for him “it’s Karen, it sounds urgent” you inform him and he practically snatches the phone from your grasp.
A couple of ‘i’m sorry’s’ and ‘are you sure’s?’ are spoken before he finally bids the distraught woman goodbye and turns to you, sadness splashed all over his face.
How can he ever explain to you what’s going on when you have absolutely know intel on who he really is and no idea what he does. However he’s lied through his teeth to you again and again so what’s one more added to the pile?
“A friend of mine passed away, he had cancer” he reveals, it’s not even a lie, James was technically a friend. But he still feels bad for withholding information from you when all he wants to do is be honest. And that never happens but now he’s dug himself this hole, he’s got no choice but to lie in it and keep it up. All he has to do is pray you never find out.
“Oh, i’m sorry” you frown before pulling him close to you for a hug. Your arms wrap around him in a way that feels strange and uncomfortable to him yet he allows you to continue because having you close means a lot to him.
Once you pull away you lead him back to the bedroom where the two of you sit on the edge of the bed. He reaches for the ashtray on the nightstand before taking the lit up cigarette between his index and middle finger. He takes a long drag of it, really inhaling the poisonous tobacco before blowing it out into the room. The smoke clouds your view and you could almost choke as you accidentally inhale some but you stop yourself. If this is how he unwinds and de-stresses then you’ll happily let him smoke a whole packet.
One thing is for sure now though and that’s that with you here, he’s not going to be alone in grieving for his friend. No one deserves to be alone in grief, especially since he’s probably going to be wrapped up in the initial shock of it all for quite some time.
“Did you want me to get you anything, a drink perhaps?” you offer, soothing his back with your hand as you lean into him.
“No, i’m fine” he shakes it off like it’s nothing but you can see right through him and his false stability.
“Is there anything at all that i can do?” you try once more, he turns to look at you, his hand moving to tuck a strand of hair away from your face.
A minute of silence falls upon the two of you and you find yourself wishing for some reprieve from his speechless state. This is certainly a first for you to experience but how does anyone cope with death? Everyone grieves in their own ways and if he wants to sit in silence then who would you be to complain.
Suddenly, his voice breaks your daze “i mean there is one thing” he then looks away and down at his crotch, a situation has evidently formed and you know what you have to do, if it helps in any way then you’ll happily do this for him. Besides, you’ve wanted to do this since you first saw his impressive size with your own eyes.
So without any questions you drop down to the floor, in between his legs just like he did earlier tonight for you. He watches you intently as he takes yet another drag of his cigarette, his brows furrowing as you pull at the hem of his boxers. He allows you to move them down his legs, freeing his now semi hard cock from its confines.
No words are spoken, no sounds are made. It’s just you and him sat in a blissful and comfortable silence whilst you bring him the pleasure he desperately needs.
Your hand wraps around his large and impressive size and you start to pump him slowly. Once you get a simple pace going, you decide to introduce him to your warm tongue but before you can even try his cigarette free hand grips a hold of your face and forces you to look up at him.
“You gonna suck daddy’s cock then huh? Make him feel better?” he questions, with a menacing tone, all you can manage is a shy nod as you swallow. Your eyes trained on him, waiting for his permission for you to go ahead but it never happens.
Instead he smirks “then beg me for it” five words that are causing arousal to flood to your needy and aching hole again, five words that have you shivering with excitement. Still you glance up at him, looking to him for some help, not that he’d ever help.
“Do i need to repeat myself?”
Your head shakes rapidly as you overthink in your head how the hell you’re ever going to beg but although you’ve never done this before, you’re going to give it your best shot.
“Please, let me suck your cock daddy. I need it so badly” you say, using your shy girl voice and flashing him your best puppy dog eyes, mentally slapping yourself and cringing at the embarrassment but despite thinking he was about to laugh at you, he doesn’t. He just gives you that wicked smile of his before demanding you beg for it again.
“Daddy, please may i suck your cock?”
This time he gives in, grabbing his size in his large free hand and inching you closer by pushing at the back of your head “make daddy proud, sweetness and show me what you got” he doesn’t have to tell you twice.
You start off slow by latching your mouth onto his soft balls, sucking one into your mouth and pumping his cock as you do so before switching to show the other one some attention, ensuring that you really taste him.
Breathless moans escape as he shifts in place, watching you still as you then lick from his balls and up the underside of his girthy cock, tongue gliding across every single prominent vein with such precision.
Nothing would bring you more joy than to have him exploding into your mouth, filling it up with his sweet and salty arousal. You crave the feeling of it gliding down your throat as you swallow every last drop so that’s exactly what you intend to do.
Your mouth eventually reaches his eager red tip, pre cum oozing out of the slit.
All of this just entices you to continue. You give him a couple of kitten licks to remove the pre cum before you finally take him into your mouth, making your way down until almost all of him is inside, deciding to pump whatever is left.
The more you cover him with your saliva, the faster you bob your head up and down until soon enough that same saliva is dripping from the corners of your mouth, dirtying you up, not that he minds. If anything he prefers it this way, the dirtier the better in his eyes.
“Look at you, my dirty little slut. All messed up from sucking daddy’s cock like a fucking porn star” your eyes latch onto his as you continue, making sure to never look away.
Soft, angelic sounds fill your ears and his mouth hangs open, actions that only spur you on further. One hand massages his balls whilst the other pumps as your tongue flattens against him and by the sound of his breathing when he blows out the smoke and the look on his face you can tell he is dangerously close.
“Such a dirty and pathetic whore, begging to suck my cock like that, huh? Begging like only whores do” he bucks his hips up in your face, fucking your mouth a little and causing you to gag.
Somehow even in this moment you can feel his confusion easing, his broken state subsiding. Your mouth acting as a healer and a distraction all in one. If you can help him in any way then you’ll always try to but rather than allowing you to make him cum, he pulls you up so that you’re straddling his lap.
Your mouth hangs open and he exhales the smoke directly into it. It causes your eyes to roll black and just as you come back to normality, his hand starts to wonder down south.
You know exactly what he wants so you let him take it.
“So fucking wet already, who’s this for then huh? All for daddy? Maybe begging is your style after all and i gotta say, i love it when my whore acts all pathetic and cock drunk”
Two of his thick nimble digits start to enter you suddenly and everything starts to feel hazy. Maybe it was the smoke from his cigarette or maybe it was the high you’re still on from the events of tonight but whatever it is, you love it.
He flips the two of you over so that you’re lying on your back with him hovering at the side of you, his fingers still seated up to his knuckles, his pace getting faster.
How did you pleasuring him even lead back to you in the first place? Any guy you’ve gone down on before have let you keep going until they came but not Robert. Maybe the only distraction he needs is to make you feel good.
You don’t say a word though, just lay there moaning under his touch.
As he gets to the point of no return, pushing you closer to the cliff edge, you can feel something new inside of you, something unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. It’s bigger and more intense than the normal coil tightening that you get when you’re about to cum and suddenly as his thumb begins playing with your sensitive little button, a liquid erupts from your pussy. It covers his hand, the bed sheets and your inner thighs.
Shame and embarrassment consumes you simultaneously, so much so that you rush to cover your face until he stops you, preventing you from shying away again.
“You dirty girl, how come you didn’t tell me you could do that?” he inquires, removing his fingers from you.
“I didn’t even know i could” you shrug, smiling innocently and it’s that same innocent smile that got him hooked on you in the first place so it’s no surprise to either of you when he puts his cigarette out before getting on top and instantly inserting himself inside of you, hitting home way too easily.
“Do it again, sweetness. Just for daddy” his hands start getting rough with you as he explores your body once he unbuttons the shirt of his that’s covering it up too well.
His clothes on women have always bothered him until you, you look so great in his shirt that he decides to keep it on you, just unbuttoned so he can have unadulterated access to those perfect tits of yours.
You arch your back off the bed as your legs wrap around his waist, each thrust has you keening and begging for more. You can’t get enough of the full feeling you get when he’s inside of you.
“Take all of me, sweetness. Just. Like. That” he encourages as his arms snake underneath yours and around your shoulders before eventually wrapping around your throat. A gentle yet assertive squeeze makes you work harder as you continuously clench down around him and move to match the powerful and violent snap of his hips.
As his hands squeeze a little harder, he lowers his head so his lips can swallow yours in a hard and passionate kiss, your tongues colliding magically, lip smacking sounds matching the sound of his balls slapping your ass cheeks.
You feel the now familiar feeling approaching, getting stronger each time he bottoms out.
“Robert, i-i’m close” you sob, gripping onto his bulging biceps with need and once you snap, that same liquid gushes out, covering him and you all at once.
His thrusts turn ragged and the snap of his hips turn to hard rather than quick.
You feel him twitch inside of you, growls and grunts like music to your ears as he cums with a frantic gasp. His mouth hangs open in surprise before he finally pulls out and collapses onto the bed beside you.
“Fuck, sweetness” he pants.
“That was crazy” you laugh, turning on your side to rest your head on his chest. He manoeuvres the two of you up the bed before wrapping his arm around, his index finger starts to draw circles on your shoulder and upper back.
“I’ve never had a squirter before” he confesses and this only gives you an ego boost, you’re feeling pretty satisfied with yourself that he’s experienced a first with you tonight.
“And i’ve never squirted before so i guess it’s a first for us both”
“I’m just glad i made that happen”
You hum your agreement before deciding to close your eyes for some rest, rest that he’s more than happy to join you in.
The sun dazzles through the bedroom window and onto the pillow you’re laying your head on, instantly cutting your peaceful slumber short. Your eyes flicker open then closed before you sit up and rub them, a movement next to you catches your attention and that’s when you see Robert laying there. The duvet just about covers up his god like body but his biceps bulge as he lays on his forearm behind his head. The events that occurred last night soon come flooding back and your lips curl up into a satisfied grin before you decide to sneak out of the room to make some coffee.
You button up that same shirt of his that you had on last night before scooting off of the bed and padding out quietly, trying your best not to wake him, after all he had some sad news last night. He deserves the rest.
As you enter the lounge you spy the mugs that were left out last night, the coffee still inside with maybe one sip taken from each at most. So you take them with you into the kitchen to empty them out and wash them before making fresh coffee.
It doesn’t take long before you head back into the bedroom with a fresh mug for the both of you, placing his one onto his nightstand before slipping back in beside him and taking a sip of yours after blowing on the hot liquid. You feel him shift next to you, stirring a little before speaking up.
“Good morning” his raspy morning voice is rather chipper as opposed to his deep gravelly voice last night as he fed you all of that dirty talk.
“Good morning handsome, i made coffee” you respond, placing your own mug down so that you can lean over him to retrieve his before handing it to him as he sits up. His eyes scan your face and body, taking in every last detail.
The way your hair is messed up and all over the place, the way his shirt looks on you and last but not least, the sincere look in your eyes as your cheerful smile fuels his own. You’ve always been this beacon of light for him, this angel that is and always will be way too good for the likes of him, yet you shine your light his way and engulf him in your attention.
However, just because he doesn’t deserve it doesn’t mean he won’t do whatever it takes to keep a solid grasp on it. No one and nothing can ever take you away from him now.
You continue to sip your coffee and stare at each other with eyes full of happiness, happiness that you’ve not felt in such a long time. How you managed to turn a man so hell bent on avoiding relationships into a man that is clearly into the idea of having one with you, you’ll never know but you’re more than ecstatic about it.
“I think that was quite possibly the best sleep i’ve had in a long time” he confesses after finishing his coffee and placing the mug back onto the nightstand. You can’t help but put yours down too before you lie back down and cuddle into him. His strong and protective arm wraps around you in a way that makes you feel like nothing could ever harm you or even attempt to, a feeling you’ve certainly not felt since you were a teenager around your parents.
God, if only they could see you now, truly content and living life the way you want to.
“Me too, it’s crazy how fast time has flown. If you’d have told me when we first met that i’d be laying in bed with you this morning after a night like last night then i’d have called you insane and refused to believe it” you giggle, nestling your head into the crook of his neck.
“Why’s that?” he asks, nudging you so that you look at him.
“Because before with men i rarely gave them anything until i knew they were serious about me or until we were officially a couple. But somehow with you i didn’t feel the need to follow my usual rules, i just went with the flow and did exactly what i wanted”
You’ve always been the good girl, the innocent one but last night you proved that you don’t need to be that way to have a clear conscience, you can still live how you want to live and have a clear mind.
When you first met Robert, he screamed trouble and all you’ve done since then is think about him, stress about if he likes you or if his intentions are pure but now that you’ve been with him in such an intimate way, that’s all washed away with the waves. You feel liberated and wanted. Doing what you want and what makes you feel good has cleared all of your worries away. And it feels amazing to say the least
“Well i’m glad i’m the one you want” he admits, surprising himself at his fluffy talk, he’s not soft one bit but why with you does he transform into an entirely different person? You make him want to be a better man, not that it’ll be possible in the slightest now, he’s in too deep but he can always try to be a better man around you. Show you the side that you want to see.
One things for sure though and that’s that now he has to work overtime to protect you from his rival mob and any enemies that may want to get their dirty hands on you to fuck with him.
James has had issues with another mob for years, they always try to poach his clients or his employees and one time they even tried to get to Karen to get him to cough up one of his best workers. That was before Robert joined on but even so, it was a huge fucking incompetence. He managed to get Karen back safely without any damage but it’s the principle of the matter. Karen was everything to him and they knew that, hence why they targeted her in the first place.
If word gets out that Freezy has gone soft for a woman, not to mention a woman with no knowledge of his real career, it’ll destroy all of James’s work within weeks maybe even days. So he has to do whatever he can to keep you under-wraps and out of harms way.
You watch his face as he speaks, his eyes glancing down at yours occasionally and before you can even stop yourself you press your lips to his in a quick yet soft kiss, his eyes close before yours do and once you break away, he forces you onto your back.
“What’re you doing?” you ask, a teasing element in your tone as you smirk up at him.
“Oh i’m continuing on from last night unless of course you have a problem with that?” he raises his brows at you as he hovers above, hands touching you all over. All you can do is smile some more before you shake your head and wrap your arms loosely around his neck.
“No objections your honour”
He disappears underneath the covers and you feel him undo the buttons on the shirt that’s been covering your modesty so far and the second your body is exposed to him, his mouth starts to suck and bite your soft flesh, earning him a squeal or two.
What a way to start the day...
Robert pulls up to your house, dropping you off so that he can finally start the working day. He may or may not be an hour late due to taking part in extra curricular activities with you in his bed and although he was cursing when he realised he was late, he didn’t seem to mind as you finished him off with your pretty little mouth. You near enough sucked the life out of him, making him shoot his load down your throat as he grunted loudly. And you must say, you were thoroughly pleased with yourself afterwards, the way he was unable to move for a minute or two showed you that your head game was unlike anything he’s ever encountered.
Before you get out you discuss plans for when you’re next going to see each other but the conversation ends with him promising you he’ll call when he’s finished with work today and you trust that he will.
He pulls on your arm to get you closer so that he can cup your face in his hands and kiss you, his lips tangle with yours and you swear you can see fireworks as you close your eyes. As he rests his forehead to yours, you bid him a swift goodbye, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, his beard tickling you once again, a feeling you can’t seem to get enough of.
“Speak to you later” you get out and head to your front door, pushing the key into the lock and turning it.
“Laters, sweetness” he shouts, beeping his horn and pulling away just as you turn to look at him.
The second you get into your house, you squeal like a school girl just getting her first kiss.
You never even knew dating could be this exciting and truth be told, neither did Robert. He was too blind to the perks of it, being that his father never treated his mother right or even gave her an ounce of respect.
The only example of true love he’s had came from Karen and James. The amount of times he watched Karen be there for James and take care of him and he did the same with her. They loved each other with everything they had and now he can see the hype around it. Well, sort of...
Last night was incredible but he’s not entirely sure he’s ready to make anything official just yet, after all he is still testing out this commitment bullshit, so far he likes it but he still has his doubts that it’ll work out just fine with no obstacles in his way.
After a seemingly difficult morning involving issues with your shower, you finally arrive at work wearing a red sundress and tennis shoes. Lana struts into the staff room just after you, shoving her things into her locker before closing the door and leaning on it.
“So...” she hums, catching your attention as you close your locker too “so...” you hum, reciprocating the same level of enthusiasm as she had before Jenny calls out for you two to join her.
You strut out, a little spring in your step as you walk to stand behind the counter whilst Jenny opens up the shop doors for the customers. Two women enter and immediately head over to the lingerie, giggling like teenagers usually do as they browse the various colours.
“So are you planning on telling us how the second date went or not, you’re killing us here” Lana stands, hands on her hips as Jenny nudges you, pushing you further for answers to which you giggle like a teenager too.
You really want to tell them everything but you cannot for the life of you wrap your own head around any of it yourself. So much happened, so many realisations, so many feelings, so much sex.
You learnt more about him in that whole entire night than you have in the short time that you’ve known him, he’s a closed off person to say the least but being with him in all of those ways had you feeling close to not only him but his soul too. It’s hard to explain to everyone else but you’re pretty sure he felt it.
That you’re not just dating and getting to know one another but more that you’re just re introducing yourselves and your souls were previously together in another life. He had your body doing things its never done before, had you feeling things you’ve never felt before and had you moaning and keening in new ways.
It’s all just hazy and unique to anything you’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing and it’s also something you want to have forever now that you’ve finally got it.
He is the love you’ve spent your entire life searching for, all consuming.
“Well, put it this way, i spent the night” your words have them squealing again, the sound causing you to wince before rushing to cover your ears a little, they spot your discomfort and stop with Lana mouthing a quick ‘i’m sorry’ but you’re not mad. It must be exciting for them too.
They’ve watched Roberts infatuation with you unfold and develop, they’ve encouraged his flirting and yours too. Hell, Jenny even helped you get ready for your first date with him, they are just as invested in this as you are. Besides, they’ve had to watch you date and encounter some rather large douche bags.
Men that were simply too childish to even be considered men. So it must be nice for them to watch you finally be happy.
“Please, if that’s all you got for us then i’ll be disappointed, tell us more” Jenny urges before excusing herself to serve the two women that entered just as she opened up the shop while Lana throws a whole bunch of questions at you
“What was it like?”
“Did he go down on you?”
“Did you go down on him?”
“Did you actually manage to cum because guys are terrible with that?”
“How long were you guys at it?”
“How many times?”
“Are you going to see him again?”
When Jenny finally turns her focus back to you, she gestures to Lana “so, which question are you going to answer first?”
“Okay okay. It was amazing, mind blowing actually. Yes he went down on me, not for long the first time but the second time, oh boy and yes i went down on him too. Yes i came and i can’t even remember how long we were at it because it honestly felt like the whole night. We did it three times and yes i’m going to see him again... happy now?” you laugh, raising your brows at the pair, both of them giddy and smiling ear to ear, you can’t help but do the same.
“How big?” Jenny purses her lips, leaning on the counter as she asks, her question might be pushing a couple boundaries though. Since she’s met Robert and is bound to see him again, it’s hard to reveal something so personal. But something tells you that Robert wouldn’t mind being the topic of conversation between three ladies.
“Big, too big and just... wow” you find yourself picturing his size in your mind, smiling with eyes glazed over as you also remember how it felt the first time he bottomed out inside of you, then your mind takes you back to yesterday when he started things up again. The way his hands held your body like they were always supposed to, the way his tongue pleasured you endlessly until you were quite literally a withering mess was so intense yet you enjoyed every last second. Even now, it’s all you crave.
You’re dying to be back in his arms, naked in bed as his hands wonder down south, as his lips latch onto the spot between your neck and collarbone.
All of a sudden the voices of your friends bring you back.
“Earth to Y/N”
“What? Sorry, i got lost for a second there” you admit, heat spreading up your neck and to your face.
“We asked about those marks on your neck”
“Omg, he left those didn’t he?” they gasp in unison, you just nod, unable to get a single audible word out as you cover your face out of embarrassment.
“Y/F/N YOU KINKY LADY” they tease, nudging you again and making you throw your hands up in surrender.
“You two are nosy and annoying, i’m gonna go and tidy up the store” you then strut off, leaving them singing something about you and Robert getting married but you ignore it to get on with your job, since you don’t get paid to stand around and gossip about your new and exciting love/sex life. You get paid to work.
Not that you mind the interrogation but it’s making you miss him, you’ve not seen him since yesterday mid day when he dropped you home and he’s not called either but you’ve just put it down to him being busy with work or maybe he just wants to give you your space. Who knows? Whatever it is though, you can’t deny how much you like him or how strong your feelings are, they run so deep that you’re drowning in them.
He has you so far gone that you doubt you’ll ever be able to come back to any sense of normality.
That’s just what sex does to females though, despite the cliches that are always spoken and written about, it’s true what they say. The moment any woman experiences intimacy in that sense, they get attached to the man that provided it. It’s only normal, you just hope he feels the same way as you.
Whilst you stand around, dreaming of him and the moment you get to have his lips on your skin once again, Robert is back in his office, meeting with Lance and Bryce about the job from the other night.
“Now, here’s fifty grand for your boys, then as promised, one hundred for you” Bryce slams the three envelopes onto the desk before sliding them over to Robert who just shoots him the death stare.
“Careful now Bryce, anyone would think you could handle these crimes yourself the way you’re looking to get dropped” Robert scoffs, opening each enveloped to count the cash as Bryce sighs, sitting down in one of the chairs and slouching.
“Seems like everything is in order, you can fuck off now” he says, glancing up at the pair of them but rather than leaving, Bryce stands up “who the fuck do you think you are? James? Because you’re far from it Freezy so if i we-“
“If what? What are you gonna do Bryce? you can barely handle your own fucking business so don’t come in here shouting your mouth off”
Lance tugs on Bryce’s arm, in hopes that he’ll get him to budge but to no avail, he just walks around the desk as Robert stands, squaring up to him. Toe to toe. Granted Robert is taller and more muscular than he is but Bryce has never been one to show fear.
“If i were you, i’d be a bit more careful how i speak to others”
“And why’s that prick?” Robert challenges him, stepping closer, causing Bryce to back up a little.
“Because you could flush this business down the drain in days if you’re not careful or worse, get arrested”
“Ha, that’s funny. You really think i’m scared of you or anything you could do” he starts, pulling the revolver from the holster attached to his upper body “you wanna try that again, cunt? Go right ahead, make another threat because i can assure you, they are nothing but empty and meaningless words to me. I could have you dead in seconds if you push my buttons one more time”
“Bryce, he’s not worth it. Let’s go” Lance tugs his arm and he finally turns to leave but not before Robert pulls the trigger, shooting the wall next to the pair as they head for the exit.
They both near enough jump out of their skin.
“What the fuck was that for, we’re leaving aren’t we?” Lance protests.
“Yeah, you’re right you are leaving but let that be a lesson to you and make sure you remember it because i won’t tell either of you again” Robert shouts back, keeping the gun in his hand as he watches them leave and close the door behind them.
His authority has well and truly been asserted.
After four days of pacing past the phone in your lounge, you finally decided to bite the bullet and pick it up. With your hands shaking heavily, you dial his number before resting the phone to your ear and awaiting the sound of his voice.
“Pronge” he says, more like a question and completely unaware of what it does to you. But then again, he’s completely unaware of a lot of things, like the way you’re falling so dangerously hard for him that there is bound to be at least one casualty once you reach the floor. Or the way that you’re barely hanging on by a very thin thread every time his skin collides with yours or his lips kiss yours beautifully.
“Robert, it’s Y/N” you squeak, voice timid as you announce your identity to him, his breathing switches up before he clears his throat. The noise sounds distant as he does so, he must have moved it away so the noise didn’t bother you.
“Hi, uh, look about me not calling-“
“It’s fine, i’ve been pretty busy myself” you share, hoping you don’t sound pathetic because in reality, you’ve not been all that busy, you’re only saying that so you don’t come across as some clingy and crazy woman who is attached to him, desperate for his declaration of feelings for you.
So rather than acting that way, you brush it off like it’s no big deal. It’s for the best. Things are only just starting to take off with the two of you and he’s never been in this situation before, he’s new to this and most likely terrified. You have to go easy on him.
“Look, i just called to ask if you had any plans tonight?” you bite the bullet before waiting anxiously, unsure of his response or if he even wants to see you again. Sure, he’s made it abundantly clear that he has feelings for you but that doesn’t mean a thing unless he’s actually down to be with you properly. Does he even want a relationship anymore? He told you he’d never seen the point of them until you, but men have lied to you previously.
Okay, now you’re truly overthinking this, working yourself up into a frenzy for no reason at all. You have to calm down and let him answer.
A couple more seconds pass before he speaks “i actually have plans tonight but i should be done around say 8, why what’s on your mind?” you can hear the menacing and sensual tone in his voice, you know that voice like the back of your hand now.
“I wanted to invite you over for dinner, i was planning to cook. If that’s alright with you and 8 is fine for that, actually it’s perfect” you ramble excitably, a small part of you praying he doesn’t cringe at your eagerness.
“So, i’ll stop by when i’m done with my prior commitments then?” he asks, humming before you respond “yes, that’ll be great”
“See you later then, sweetness” and with that he hangs up, causing your legs to turn to jelly all over again. The moment you attempt to walk to your kitchen, you immediately struggle. You grip onto the nearest flat surface, your entire body shaking with both nerves and elation. He’s coming to your home to eat dinner and possibly stay the night if all goes well.
But just as that fact hits you, you glance around at the mess covering the lounge. You know for another fact that your bedroom isn’t much better either, in fact it’s worse. You have to get started on the food first and whilst it’s cooking, you can clean.
This house will be gleaming by the time he enters it, you can bet money on that.
You gather up all of the cleaning products first before cracking on with desert for your meal. You’re making brownies, everyone loves brownies so it’s impossible to go wrong on that front. After you pour the mixture into the baking tray and place them into the preheated oven you take a moment for yourself to just think.
You’re really cooking for a man, a man you like. This is huge.
However unbeknownst to you, his plans aren’t what you might think. In fact they will involve his trusty revolver and him paying a little trip to visit an old friend of his.
And whilst you get cleaning, waiting for the brownies to cook, you decide to turn the radio on and add a little more fun to the already boring chores. You start off with shoving all of your dirty laundry into the basket, ready for the launderette tomorrow. Next you move on to vacuuming the entire ground floor before the second floor.
By the time you finish up, the time is 5:00pm and now that the brownies are done and cooling, you have just enough time to get started on the main course. Spaghetti and meatballs. Simple yet tasty. It’s also one of very few dishes that you have perfected, some other dishes need a little more work but practice makes perfect, right?
Taking the fresh mince meat in the mixing bowl, you add the seasoning before mixing it in with your hands until it’s all together. Next you start to separate it, using your hands again to shape each section into decent sized balls before placing them onto the baking tray and preheating the oven.
As you get started on the sauce, Robert is pulling up to a public park, one that’s far away from your house. He checks his mirrors before stepping out and walking towards the huddle of benches, one of which is currently occupied by a man.
He approaches, straightening his posture before he gets there and as he sits down next to him, he can see the poor bloke struggling to contain his shakes.
“Evening Briggs” Robert greets, pulling his packet of cigarettes out, he even offers him one but he kindly declines.
“Freezy” is all he says before turning his head to get a quick look at his former friend and now the atmosphere between them is rigid, uncomfortable even.
Briggs holds one hand over the other in hopes that his shakes will calm but to no avail and this alone gives Robert added confidence that tonight will go his way.
“So you got the money for me? Or are we still making those counterfeit excuses?” Robert asks, lighting up the cigarette as it sits pretty between his lips. He takes a long drag of it before blowing the smoke into Briggs’ face, causing him to cough.
“I just need a little longer, my daughter needed new shoes for ballet and our rent needed to be paid, i swear. I’ll get it to you soon, i just n-“
“A month” Briggs blurts out fearfully, his heart beat picking up speed until he’s dam sure it’s about to explode and jump out of his chest, leaving him for dead.
He knows all too well what happens when Freezy doesn’t manage to collect his debt but somehow he arrived at the park with high hopes that he’d show him mercy, maybe since he’s known Robert a long time. And so far, he’s got his mind fixated on that coming true.
That is until Robert laughs. His shoulders move, he almost chokes as he takes another drag of his cigarette. The noise is so bellowing that he wouldn’t be surprised if passers by could hear him. But that’s when he stops, turning to face his old friend.
“You’re funny Briggs, i’ll give you that” he starts, slipping his hand inside of his jacket to pull out his gun subtly “but i don’t really give a shit about that, i want what i’m owed and yet again you’ve turned up empty handed. Now, i’ve tried to be patient with you but i’m all out, your times up”
Robert then lifts his hand up as he holds the gun, finger on the trigger before suddenly shooting Briggs in the stomach once. He grips onto his wound for dear life, as if that will save him now.
“No need for that money now anyway” and with that he shoots him once more but this time in the head. Blood splatters all over the park bench and Briggs slips off of the seating, falling onto the ground with a heavy thud.
The sun is starting to set, slowly but surely and it’s now 6:30pm. So he lifts Briggs up by his arms and he starts to drag him back to his van. Once he gets there he shoves him in the back before stepping in himself and closing the doors, he starts off by shoving him into a body bag and by the time he’s done, into thr freezer he goes. This van will always come in handy.
“I tried to warn you pal, you just don’t listen” Robert tuts as he gets into the drivers seat, he pushes the key into the ignition before reversing and pulling out of the park. If he’s going to get to yours for eight then he really needs to clean himself up and get his old friend to the warehouse.
Right now, he’s living a double life or so it feels that way. He’s telling you one thing and doing another. He’s told too many lies to keep track off but the beauty of it is that Robert has spent his entire life telling lies, weaving webs so tangled that even the cops couldn’t unravel them.
So he highly doubts that you’ll ever figure any of this out. Still though, he can’t help but feel a tinge of guilt for leading you astray, making you believe he’s something that he isn’t. Hopefully that guilt subsides soon because he can’t let you slip away now, so he’ll either have to buck up or out himself and the latter is definitely not an option. You’re too innocent and delicate to handle the real him, the true monster within.
7:40pm and all of the food is done, minus the spaghetti of course but Robert isn’t here yet so there’s still time to get it started. The homemade tomato sauce smells delicious, the brownies both look and taste better than you’ve ever made them and the wine is on the dining room table, ready for you to pour once he gets here. You weren’t sure if he’d want something stronger so you decided it was best to get in some Jameson too. Everything is near enough perfect now and the closer the hands on that clock get to eight, the more elevated you feel.
It’s been a long four days and all you want to do is kiss him. Although you did promise yourself you wouldn’t turn into one of those crazy girls, you know the kind of girls who sleep with the man they like and turn clingy. But somehow, you find it hard to believe that you’ll ever be able to act casual and nonchalant around him now, not after that night.
Everything changed that night, he knows it too. You just hope he accepts your affection once he arrives.
Robert just about managed to get the body back to the warehouse on time but even then he was cutting it a bit fine. So rather than starting the decomposing process early on, he had to shove the heavy bastard into bigger freezer for the night. He had to get back home to change before heading out to yours. He shoved on his usual pants and another flamboyant dress shirt before grabbing his belt and shoes too. On the way out of the door however, he foolishly grabbed the same jacket he’d worn earlier, a decision that he might regret later on....
You hang your old apron up onto one of the spare hooks that is attached to the kitchen door just as a knock at the front door rings in your ears. He’s here, you gush to yourself as you pad out into the hallway to answer it and once you see him standing there, hands in his brown leather jacket, you feel the arousal pooling.
“Hey” you greet him, stepping aside to welcome him into your ancestral home but after you close the door and go to kiss him, you find that he’s already finding his own way into the well decorated lounge.
“Something smells good” he smirks, shimmying out of his jacket and hanging it on the back of one of the chairs at the table.
“Yeah, i cooked spaghetti, i hope that’s alright and i also made brownies” his eyes light up at the mention of the worldwide loved dessert.
“Brownies huh? Daddy’s in luck tonight then” there it is again, that nickname. It’s like he’s trying to make you forget about dinner and lead straight to the sex.
But rather than getting caught up with everything, you clear you throat before excusing yourself to go check on the pasta that’s cooking away in the scolding hot water on the stove.
You put a lot of effort into tonight, into the food and the cleaning so you have to keep yourself together, or at least just long enough to finish eating. Once the spaghetti has been devoured, you’re all his and he’s all yours. You want to try your best to contain yourself and the burning desire to jump his bones right now and have him balls deep inside of you as you kiss him hard.
God, what has he turned you into?
You dread to think how silly you must look right now, flushed, flustered and as horny as one person can ever really be.
As you stir the spaghetti, you find yourself squeezing your legs together tight, giving yourself the tiniest bit of relief before you dish the food up and have to face him. Knowing you’ll have to spend an entire meal holding yourself back is going to be torturous and Robert feels the same.
When you opened your door to him, wearing a little black dress that left very little to the imagination, he was immediately aroused by you. From your head all the way down to your toes, you are the definition of true beauty. A goddess even. And after getting his wicked way with you four days ago, he’s thought of nothing else but your skin on his, how it felt to have your tight snatch wrapped around his cock, squeezing him for all he’s worth, milking him dry.
“This looks incredible” his voice breaks you from your corrupt thoughts as you begin dishing up the food “well, i hope you’re hungry” you smile, picking up both plates and shuffling past him to get to the lounge and dining area, your ass brushing his crotch area briefly since the entryway to the next room is small to say the least.
Robert sucks in a deep breath, trying his best not to let the other head on his body do all the decision making. Instead he follows you through and takes a seat at the table that you’re already sat down at. The food presented well on the plate, enticing. But that’s not the only thing he’ll be eating tonight and both of you know it.
You lock eyes with him, the intensity of his stare has you shifting in your seat and shying away occasionally but still you try to evert your eyes back to his dreamy blue orbs that have had your knees weak and your focus completely on him. It’s like your vision blurs the world out whenever he’s around and it’s something you welcome with open arms, even though you shouldn’t since you tend to lose focus on everything else.
“This food is...” he kisses the tips of his fingers, moaning his appreciation and clearly gifting you a compliment. Like you’ve said before, your cooking receives a boat load of compliments but if this is how he is reacting to the spaghetti then you’re excited to see how the brownies go down.
“I’m glad you like it” you murmur, pursing your lips before taking another large bite of your food. He’s right, the food is nice but you can’t find your appetite for it.
Random conversation fills the space between chewing and sips of alcohol, his Jameson and your wine. You’re glad you got in another option now.
“So what have you done today?” you ask, curiosity pricking at your brain, seeing as he mentioned on the phone about his plans before seeing you.
Robert feels you prodding at his unravelable web but for an experienced liar, of course he’s already conjured up a lie to feed you. A lie you’ll never see through.
Sometimes he questions if he should feel bad for involving you in his life, especially when you could get any man you like with that beautiful face of yours. But you’ve chosen him, who would he be to turn you away when you’re so perfect?
“I was with James’ wife, Karen. You know, my friend who passed away” okay sure, evil thing to do, royally fucked up. Bringing his late boss into this, using his passing as an excuse is horrible. But what else could he have said, he’s hardly Mr Popular and you know about his family, or the PG, non illegal version of it so James was all he had left. And judging by the sad expression on your face, the way it softens as you lock eyes with him, it’s working.
Rather than speaking a word you put your cutlery down, reaching your arm across the table and resting your hand over his, using it as your way of being there for him. Death is hard for anyone to handle but you’ve never been oblivious to how most men handle it, your dad was the same. He constantly told you he was fine but when you turned your back, you’d overhear his broken cries and not so silent prayers to be reunited with your mom.
Somehow men believe they are viewed as weak if they show any raw emotion, but that’s not the case. Or at least it isn’t for you, you believe that everyone has a right to be vulnerable without judgement, even men.
He sighs loudly, almost like he’s fed up of the false sympathetic looks but something tells you he knows yours is as genuine as they come. You always want him to rely on you, come to you to talk about things that bother him and lean on you but you can’t force it. He has to want it too and seeing as he was so reluctant to date you in the first place, you won’t be surprised if that takes a little longer to happen.
He said it himself on your first date, he doesn’t do dating, romance or monogamy.
Counting yourself lucky that he still wants to try in the first place, you give his hand a quick squeeze before shuffling in your chair and reaching for his plate. He stops you before you can take it though.
“No, let me take these, you cooked the food” Robert insists, yet again shocking himself at is chivalry. You really are doing quite the number on him. You smirk as you give him the go ahead and he stands up, pushing his chair back as he does so. His brown leather jacket falls off of the back of his chair as he takes a step toward the kitchen. That’s when you notice a small piece of folded up paper, it must have fallen out of his pocket when the jacket fell.
You rise to your feet and over to it, picking it up.
“What’s this?” you ponder out loud more to yourself than to him but he catches it just about, turning to face you with the plates still in his hands. Once Robert catches a glimpse of the paper in your hand, panic sets in.
“Where did you get that?” he asks, remaining calm and putting on his best poker face.
“It fell from your jacket as you knocked it over, what is it?” you start as you unfold the paper before noticing a bunch of what looks like names scribbled down messily “Bryce, Lance, Briggs, Andy, Johnny. Why do you have names written down and why is Briggs crossed off?” you peak back up at him through your lashes and then back down at the list “Carter, Ben, Vince” you read more names off of the list before he irritably snatches the paper from your grasp, the action causing you to furrow your brows in confusion.
“It’s nothing, just a list of people i had down for an interview. Some days can be busier than others in the van so i was looking for some help. That Briggs guy didn’t show the other day so i crossed him out” silence falls upon the two of you for a moment before he picks the plates back up from the table “so... how about those brownies then” he eagerly suggests and suddenly you snap out of your confusion, following him into the kitchen.
You place the brownies on a bigger plate before carrying them into the lounge and putting them onto the coffee table as you take a seat on the couch. He joins you seconds later.
His body is so close to yours and you can feel the heat radiating off of him, you’re almost certain he can feel it coming from you too. The way he stares you down intently, eyes following yours and everywhere they look, even when they shy away.
To Robert, you’re the most interesting woman he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting. You’re insecurities are very much visible as they eat away at all shreds of confidence that starts to build on the inside but he can’t imagine why a woman of your calibre would ever doubt herself.
However, if he were to take a look inside of your messy and crowded brain as well as your past then he’d see why you are the way you are. Your only examples of what you thought unconditional love was from an intimate relationship was your ex mistreating you and barely making you feel like you were enough for him.
In fact you brought more pleasure upon yourself than any man ever had before Robert came along.
Now he’s here, you’re certain you won’t need to brave the dating scene again or at least, you’re hoping so.
“Let’s see if these are just as good as the main course” he picks a brownie up, breaking it in half before bringing the slice up to his kissable lips, parting them to insert the brownie in. You watch him chew, lips pursed as you await his judgement but once he closes his eyes and groans you know he’s pleased with the outcome of your baking.
“These are quite something, when did you learn to cook?”
“I’ve always baked and enjoyed cooking, i guess my mom taught me well” you feel heat spread through your cheeks as you try your best to take the compliments that he just wont stop dishing out.
“She did indeed” he seconds it, before finishing off the other half of the brownie and leaning back on the couch. His arm rests around the back, so close to your body that you’re desperate to feel it on your bare shoulder.
The simplest of touches, you crave.
“I’m glad you loved them, i’ve had a lot of compliments from friends” you add, scanning the room before that same inevitable force draws your eyes back to him like an invisible magnet.
“Well i’m not surprised, they are certainly very delicious, i mean, not as delicious as that snatch of yours, sweetness but they’ll do for now” the obscenity spilling from his unfiltered mouth has your own watering until you gulp as you swallow.
The effect he has on your body is undeniable to both you and him, god you never even knew sex could be like this, so thrilling and pleasurable. Fuck you never even knew that sexual tension was a thing either until Robert. But boy is it real, it’s more real than the brick walls that make up your house and you can feel it, it’s a force so heavy that it’s almost like you’ve never relieved it.
When in reality, you relieved it four days ago, somehow though, your body just can’t get enough.
You’ve had a taste and your body yearns for more.
Slowly you can recall how he initiated everything last time, his flirty comments, his teasing touches and those lips. But this time, you feel like making a change. So you start off by gripping his bicep as he rests his face in his hand.
“Really? How about you tell me more” you propose, raising your eyebrow at him and luring him in with your captivating smile. He brings out your naughty side, that’s for sure. Which even Robert has claimed that every woman has their own naughty side, they just need the right man to bring it out of them and he is that man for you without a doubt.
“I can show you better than i can tell you” his words have you biting your lip as you squeeze his bicep whilst your other hand grips at his thigh desperately.
You hike your leg over it as you remove your hand and he can’t keep his eyes off of your dress and how it’s riding up your thigh. Little black dresses are perfect for women with bodies like yours and he thanks god that you decided to wear one tonight.
“So show me, then”
His hand assists you in hiking your leg up more until before you know it you’re straddling his lap. You giggle as his hands grip your ass, splaying across your soft globes as he helps you grind over his crotch. The moment you feel something poking you, you grind your hips on your own, your hands finding purchase on his chest.
The trouble with men like Robert Pronge is that they know the power that they possess, they are well aware of the intimidation their presence holds and they are certain that whatever they want, they can get, no questions asked. And he’s proving all of that to be true now, taking what he wants from your body as his hands give your waist a dominating squeeze.
“That’s it, sweetness. Grind yourself on my cock” he encourages, spewing pure filth as per usual “you know how much i like that” he chuckles, pushing the dress up over your ass, exposing it and the lacy thong that sits in between your ass cheeks.
“Woah, what’s this we have here?” his rhetorical question makes you want to hide your face in the safe and warm crook of his neck, his veins bulging now but not so fast.
His nimble digits trail the thong all the way until he feels it disappear into your ass but now he wants more, so he spreads them. He slips your panties to the side gently yet forcefully simultaneously, it’s almost like he’s consumed by you and everything about you just like you are with him.
You both fail to hide your obvious obsession and right now, you don’t want to hide. You’re through with running and denying the effect he clearly has on you.
You purr lazily as you feel his head nuzzling into the valley between your breasts, taking the time to inhale your scent “smell so good” he acknowledges, as if you aren’t aware of the power your perfume holds, still you take the compliment and grasp it tight with both hands before holding onto him for dear life.
His nose nudges at the material covering you up detestably “works of art like you should never be concealed” his words, an order for you to follow.
But all you can do is bat your eyelashes at him, doing your best to suppress that feeling of giddiness before it takes control of your brain and makes all of the decisions for you. Although you know he’d never want you to. Robert wants to hear everything, see everything. Everything from the music your mouth concocts without your knowledge to the way your body moves on its own accord. He cherishes the way he draws it all from you effortlessly
Once he manages to free your breasts, he presses two chaste kisses, one to each before devouring one entirely. His mouth sucks on your hardened and sensitive nipple as if he were on death row and your body were to be his final meal but still it’s nothing compared to how he dined on your pussy and ass four days ago. Which your mind has been unable to erase since it’s been replaying on a continuous loop, something that’s spurred on your own unholy needs to touch yourself as images of him touching and teasing you invaded your mind in flashbacks.
Again, what has he turned you into?
“Oh, Robert” you whimper, toppling forward and dangling your breasts in his face, suffocating him gloriously. Your fingers start to tug on his earlobe as all kinds of noises escape and as he comes up for air you join him in gasping. You latch your mouth onto his neck suddenly, tongue and teeth licking and nipping at his pale white flesh hungrily as you make your way up to his earlobe.
Your teeth sink into it lightly, giving him just enough but not too much as your hands on his forearms around you feel the goosebumps form.
Robert feels the hair on the back of his neck stand to attention as your mouth makes a desperate mess of him unalike his usual dominating, cocky and self assured persona that he struts around with.
You’re changing him too, although you’re certain that’s what he’s doing to you, you’re not the only one contorting to the ways of your new lover.
His heart beat starts to match your own, rapidly thumping against the skin of your chest and building up the moment all the more until you call it quits, giving in pathetically by crashing your lips to his.
His teeth clank against yours but neither of you care to notice as your tongues collide feverishly, his warm hands dance all over your skin as he tries to tear this black dress off of your body to access more of your desirable skin.
“I got this” you say, confidently as you move off of him and rise to your feet. You kick the heels off before dragging the thin straps of your dress down, taking it one arm at a time as you look down at him alluringly.
Once they are halfway down your bicep you push the dress down your body, shimmying to get out of it, the movement causes your breasts to move. Robert certainly doesn’t miss that. He can’t rip his eyes away. Right now, if this room was full of people, not one person would look away either. You command his attention with your lustful eyes and boy do you have it, undivided and in buckets.
He can’t help the gulp that accidentally occurs as you saunter back over to him, stepping out of your dress that’s in a pool at your feet before straddling him once more. Your thong is the only thing left on you but that’s bound to change soon.
“God, where did you come from?” he wonders out loud, eyes scanning your face and secretly remembering every final detail in the off chance you were to ever desert him.
His hand grips your face aggressively “so fucking precious” his voice low and raspy, his breathing heavy until he’s manoeuvring the two of you until your laying on your back on the couch and he’s in between your legs.
“Mhm, please” you plead, begging him for some reprieve to your aching core, and after the events of tonight that lead you to this very moment, he knows to go easy on you but first... he has to breathe you in and worship you.
His kisses scatter your inner thighs, making you squirm to push him for more until he dives right in all of a sudden. His skilful tongue laps at your folds before inevitably settling on your sensitive button. The tip of his tongue begins to circle it delicately until you buck your hips up into his face “anyone would think you enjoy being spanked”
“Why don’t you do it and find out?” you challenge, hooking your leg around the back of his neck to pull him back to you and his long eyelashes flutter against your mound as he presses a kiss to it before sucking on your pussy, no spot left dry,
“You’re a dirty girl, sweetness. Very dirty indeed” he smirks, mumbling each time he comes up for air.
You reach your hands into his hair, lifting it out of his face and gripping onto the strands at his scalp roughly as he shakes his head into your pussy. His beard scratches you harshly but you welcome it and every time he moves away from you the feel of him remains, convincing you that he’s still down there pleasuring you.
“Only for you daddy”
The look in his eyes turns from lustful to feral and before you know it he’s stripping out of his pants as quickly as humanly possible. Items of clothing pool at his feet as he rubs the tip of his hardened cock all over your soaked pussy, covering himself in your arousal before slamming into you with no warning.
“FUCK” you scream out, instantly gripping onto his biceps as he pushes your legs back to your head “who’s your daddy, sweetness? Huh? Tell me” your eyes glaze over as you try to regain any composure that you previously owned to no avail “you are, only you” you confirm, your eyes twinkling with certainty as you rub intensely at your clit, feeling that end nearing closer with each passing second.
“That’s it, good girl. Taking all of this fat cock like a greedy.fucking.whore” as he thrusts into you with reckless abandon, he lowers his head so that he can look deep into your eyes, his stare intense and intimidating. You can’t help the new found confidence that always rises to the surface when he fucks you so without thinking it over you kiss him urgently.
He slows his hips down, his body tensing as he tries to comprehend the love that he felt from you during that kiss. But once he does, he kisses you back just as urgently, forcing his tongue past the threshold and into your mouth to explore every crevice as his cock does the same in your warm and soaked chanel, poking at that spongy spot inside of you with ease as if it’s no big deal.
His girth mixed with his length makes for some extreme levels of love making, levels that you’re certain go up and up with no end in sight. You know there’s more to his sex appeal and skills than you’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing for yourself but it only excites you further to see more.
“Fucking whore” he growls, snapping his hips harder and ramming into you with no care in the world. You know you’re going to wake up sore tomorrow, it’d be your pleasure though. Having your body destroyed by him would be pure bliss.
“Make me cum, daddy” you encourage, winking at him as he drags his cock along your welcoming walls and causing you to flutter around him beautifully “please, daddy. Give it to me, just. like. that” your words are like bullets, hitting him all over his body, causing him to fight harder.
His cock starts to twitch as you clench down around him over and over. Your arms clinging onto him for dear life as you let out the most angelic sounds, matching his own as they bounce off the walls as well as the sound of his balls slapping against your puckered hole.
“God, shit. I’m gonna cum, cum with me, sweetness” he demands, using his own hand to rub furiously at your pussy to throw you off the edge with him.
The coil in your stomach snaps, leaving you to scrunch your eyes closed as stars cloud the darkness you see. He too closes his eyes, visions of the two of you fill his darkness and he can feel you fluttering again.
This isn’t exactly how he pictured the second time with you but he couldn’t contain himself any longer and by the way you were looking at him, neither could you.
Once the two of you finally come back down to earth, he bows his head, chuckling. Your soft and sweet giggles follow suit as you move his head so that he looks at you once more. You decide to sit up with him still very much seated deep inside of you.
“What’s that look for?” he asks, brows furrowing further as you remove his glasses and kiss him passionately. Every sense in your body is alert for him, every hair on your body is standing on end and every inch of skin has turned to gooseflesh.
He makes you feel sexy, nervous and happy. The whole stomach is flooding with the entire zoo. How does he manage to pull this off just by being near?
His lips move expertly along yours and you feel electrified, like for the first time in your life you’re really experiencing what it’s like to live and feel free with no weights holding you down or keeping you locked away. You let down your walls for Robert and so far, he’s done nothing but prove you wrong for keeping them up for all that time. You feel at peace, finally.
“I want this” you say, panting as your lips pull from his
“This. Us” you wiggle your index finger back and forth between the two of you.
“In what way?” he prods, wanting to be sure what you want instead of assuming.
“I want to be exclusive. Just me and you with no one else involved”
Robert feels his fight or flight kicking in a little, he’s never been exclusive with anyone, not even angels like you. He prefers to be a lone wolf, not tied down to anyone in particular. But for some reason with you he wants it. The question is, will he feel okay agreeing to this when it’s so out of the norm for him? If he does this, there’s a higher stake on it and a target on your back.
“Are you sure?” he asks, double checking that you’re serious about him, serious about being his and his only.
“Of course i am” you insist as he moves off of you and slips back into his boxers.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
You direct him and as he walks away, you decide to follow. What is it with him? Blowing hot and cold once again. You’ve now had 3 dates, had sex a bunch of times and he’s scared to commit.
“What’s wrong?” you poke at him until he shuts the bathroom door to which you only open it again, disturbing him.
“Robert” you nag, gripping onto his bicep.
“I’m no good with romance and monogamy and all that serious shit, okay? It fucking terrifies me” he reveals, snapping at you just a little and causing you to back away to give him space.
You walk into your bedroom, opening your wardrobe and pulling out some night clothes which only consists of a white oversized shirt and big fluffy socks. Silence falls upon the two of you as he enters, only to find you looking away from him and avoiding his eyes.
“Y/N” he says, you ignore.
“Y/N” the decibels rise this time but you still ignore him.
How dare he sought you out for weeks on end, ask you on dates, wine and dine you, fuck you and then say he’s scared as if he’s the only one who is.
You’re scared too. You’re scared of everything, of intimacy, of heartbreak, of love, of being with one person forever, of possibly never settling down at all and of course you’re scared of him walking away from you and you never feeling for the rest of your life the way you feel when you’re with him.
“You’re not the only one who’s frightened, Robert. So if you don’t want to do this because of that then you’re a fucking coward” you snap, pushing him away as he gets closer.
“Don’t fucking say that, i’m far from it”
“Then grow some balls and tell me how YOU feel” you start, poking at his chest to emphasise your point “worries and fears aside, how do you feel? What do you want?”
Now he comes to think of it, he wants you. No doubt about it. He said he’d never let you slip through his fingers and he meant it but the internal battle is fucking with his brain and causing him to mess things up.
“You” he murmurs, hands resting on his hips.
“What was that?” you inquire, stepping closer to him this time “i said, i want you, i like you”
“Well then stop fighting me” you urge, pleading for him to show you some mercy, to accept you and welcome you into his life and most of all his heart with open arms.
He embraces you, hugging you tight as his arms wrap around you.
“Just be patient with me” his voice laced with exhaustion “deal” you agree, humming as you pull away and head back down the stairs to clean up and lock the door before you both head to bed.
He watches you from the doorway he’s leaning on as you bend over that coffee table to collect the plate full of brownies and once you pad back over to him, he smirks.
“This shirt looks great on you, but i’d prefer it if you were naked 100% of the time” he teases and you grab a hold of his hand, leading him up to your bedroom seductively.
Once inside, you push him down on the bed, joining him in the form of straddling his lap.
He lies back, pulling you with him so that your leg is hiked over his and your head is resting on his chest. A bold move that Robert would usually detest and refuse to partake in.
His finger tips are like feathers, grazing your skin gently and drawing all kinds of shapes on it, tickling you.
You then rest your chin on his chest as your eyes flicker up to him, hair moving to cover your face until he tucks the strands away silently.
“Wow...” he mumbles, barely audible “what?” you ask, your voice soft as he moves to rest his head on one of his arms whilst using the other to keep touching your soft skin.
”...You...this...us” your eyes refuse to leave his as you start tucking strands of his hair behind his ear now “what about us?” you question, unsure where he’s going with this.
“I don’t know, i guess i just never pictured myself being in this position. Having discussions about relationships, seeing the same woman more than once. You’re changing me” he whispers soft and slow, the rasp in his voice causes you to shiver.
“I was about to say the same thing to you” you confess and he snorts at your words “oh yeah? And how’s that then?”
“Well i’m not usually this confident but when i’m around you i don’t feel as insecure as i once did and i.... i uh, i’ve never experienced sexual needs before i met you, you’ve turned me into a sex obsessed freak” your nervous giggle slips out “i guess i’m just happy that you finally brought me out of my shell”
He doesn’t utter a word in response, just flashes you a half smile as he pulls you down to cuddle him, another move that used to be foreign to him before you. If it were ever a competition then he’d definitely win ‘who’s changing the most’ but it’s not and although it’s a change he’s still figuring out, he’s sure he can get used to having someone around that really cares for him.
He just can’t get over how you handled hist outburst at that restaurant four days ago, the way you calmed him down and resolved the issue with no trouble. Your softly spoken voice and your gorgeous face brings him back down to serenity or whatever serenity he can even achieve. With his job, peace isn’t a thing, it doesn’t exist. Talking of his job, he needs to concoct up an excuse to get out of here in the morning so that he can see to Briggs’ body at the warehouse.
Wanting to remain in this moment with you, with yours arms wrapped around him, Robert decides to forget about that for now and live in this moment with you.
As the morning sun begs to be let into the room, you shift in the bed before turning on your side to face Robert who is still fast asleep. He looks so peaceful, in a deep sleep. You’re not surprised given the mattress he has at his house, it’s nice and soft but in the night it was certainly too soft at times. It looks like you’re gonna need him to stay here the majority of the time, but by the looks of him sleeping, you sense that it won’t be an issue.
“Morning” he croaks out, his hand reaching for your waist before he pulls you closer to which you squeal like a child.
“Morning” you repeat, cuddling up to him romantically as he buries his head in your breasts for comfort, they are technically like pillows so he might as well put them to use.
After your little conversation last night the two of you just lay there for what felt like forever until you finally managed to doze off into a deep sleep and you could tell that Robert instantly fell in love with your mattress. Oh and the way your hand reached out to hold his as he woke up briefly in the middle of the night, he can’t forget the way his heart skipped a beat.
He was beginning to love the feeling of you wanting him close. As a child, Robert never received any love or support from anyone, not even his own family. His mother was too frightened for her own life to care for his and his dad was a cunt, to put it nicely. You had all of the love and support you could ever dream of, you had it in buckets full, maybe that’s why you can sense that he didn’t and you feel this force pulling you closer to give him what he missed out on.
He could definitely get used to having you around him, your soft touches, passionate kisses and the laughter that erupts every time he brings it out of you, it feels like his new home.
But being with you means changing his stubborn ways permanently, not allowing himself to snap randomly and also keeping up his web of lies.
He’ll have to give it a go. He has no choice in the matter. You’ve sunk your teeth all the way into him, piercing his skin to make your mark, there’s no going back now. You’re his only and he is yours. Exclusively. Not that he’d ever agree to those terms out loud, that’s just for him to know, for now at least.
You feel Robert nudge you a little and as you open your eyes again, you realise you must have fallen back asleep in his arms.
“I have to get going soon, sweetness” he informs, rubbing his hand across your back to which you huff and hug him tighter “i promise i’ll be back later, don’t you have work too?” he wonders out loud.
“No, today is my day off, i’m gonna miss you” your lips touch his in a quick peck like kiss before he removes his body from yours and stands up.
“Bathroom is down the hall and the towels are in the cupboard” you direct before pausing your movements to watch him remove his boxers right in front of you.
His cock springs free, dangling between his legs, making you shiver once more.
His body is like a work of art but dam that cock is like an elephants trunk. You just want to jump his bones but you know if you were to shower with him then he’d be late for work.
Still, you can’t help yourself as you stand up too on the other side of the room. You remove your socks and then your night shirt, revealing your naked body to him.
“What are you doing, sweetness?” he tuts, shaking his head and feigning disgust.
“I’m just getting ready for when you get out the shower, so i can shower next. Duh” you stick your tongue out, scrunching your face up in a silly expression.
Robert can’t control himself either, so he strides over to you, using his somehow superhuman strength to lift you up and throw you to the bed.
“Such a needy little slut” he coos as he spreads your legs wide open, giving him a great look at your swollen pussy.
You lay there for him, watching as he admires your body until he spits on your aching pussy. He does this a couple more times, using his fingers to spread around his saliva before tucking into you like you’re a five star meal. The slurping sounds that come as he shakes his head into you and the beard burn that comes along with it are having you wriggling around and groaning like crazy.
“Robert” you whimper, grinding your pussy into his face as your hands yet again slip into his hair at the scalp, gripping it tight.
“Come on, i got plans for us” he pulls away without warning, leaving you whining and pouting until he picks you up with ease and carries you to the shower. You step inside, turning the top shower head on and waiting for the water to heat up before stepping in and allowing it to cascade over your naked body.
Once Robert joins you, you spot that all to familiar gleam in his eye as he sinks down to the floor, his tongue reuniting with your soaked cunt. You stand there, one leg draped over his shoulder whilst you struggle to keep your balance.
“Use your words for me, sweetness. What is it that you want?”
“I want you, i need you” you plead, pulling him up to his feet. You turn around with your back facing him, ass poking out as you spread your cheeks for him.
“Please” your constant begging is irresistible to him so rather than declining the idea of torturing you, he steps up behind you and starts to push his cock deep into your desperate cunt.
The feel of his cock sinking into you and sliding home makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. You should probably getting used to this feeling now.
Heaven is definitely a place on earth with him.
Twenty days later.....
And you’re so into him that the feeling quite literally takes your breath away, you feel warm and cosy from your head all the way down to your toes.
Could it be love?
You’re not sure but whatever it is, you can’t get enough. Every time his eyes meet yours, you feel giddy, you feel on top of the world like nothing or no one could ever pull you back down to earth. Every time his lips touch yours, you feel complete. It’s love, it has to be. There is no other explanation for it and although it scares you, you can’t deny that it feels good to be in love, to be so enamoured by someone that all negativity washes away with the tide.
For the last twenty days, you’ve spent an endless amount of hours tangled up in bed sheets with Robert. Your legs draped over his, his arm pulling you closer where possible and his lips peppering kisses on your forehead as you rambled on about all kinds of bullshit nonsense that he really didn’t need to know.
You can’t help but spout random information, whether it be about your job or your friends. But for the last twenty days, he’s listened, regardless. You even found out a little more about his parents.
He confided in you about his childhood a little more, a decision Robert deemed necessary to unveil.
You’d been so open and honest with him thus far that he felt guilty for withholding his own truth, so it was only right he revealed a little more about himself. He began to tell you all about his dads career in crime, well more specifically... drugs. You listened carefully, not interrupting him for even so much as a second as you could see that it was hard enough for him to talk about.
You already know he doesn’t trust easy and the proof of that is in the way your relationship begun, the way he held himself back at the carnival when you poked around a little and also the way he apologised. Something told you then that he was reluctant and very stubborn. You always felt like he didn’t want you near him by the way he was so closed off, now you understand why.
The way he spoke, with his tone casual and his face expressionless, it concerned you. You were unsure why he was seemingly holding himself back from showing emotion even as he was opening up. But he witnessed his dad abusing his mom on numerous occasions, it must have been a heavy sight to stomach.
At a young age, he was merely a lost boy trying to find his way in this world without a single solid family foundation set down for him to lead by example.
He had to discover life for himself and teach himself everything, even get himself through shit situations.
He taught himself how to tie his shoelaces, how to do his homework from school with no help and also how to ward off bullies.
But still he managed, he got by and although he was dealt a bad hand, he didn’t let that effect him.
You’ve always believed that in this life, everyone has a choice. They can either let the bad things define them, make or break them. Robert let it be the making of him and the more you learn the more you love. Shit. That four letter word just won’t leave your brain.
It’s there, rent free just like all of the memories you’ve made with him so far as well as his name and face.
Whenever he catches you admiring him, or as he likes to call it, staring, you find something new to love.
His eyes are the main subject of your affection. The dreamy blue orbs that have had you hooked since day one and recently, the veins on his neck. They become more prominent when he’s on top of you, slamming into your aching cunt with such vigor that it’s almost unbearable. Tears of pleasure always stream down your face.
The sex is something you’ve gotten more used to though, the man is an animal. He’s all over you like a rash, anytime day or night, most the time it’s both. He just can’t get enough of your body or you for that matter.
With each passing day, you feel more familiar with him but then again, you’ve felt familiar with him since the second you first lay your eyes on him.
You’ve said it before that you’ve always felt as though your soul knew something that your mind and body didn’t know yet when you met him, and that’s the fact that your bodies were supposed to connect, your lips were always supposed to touch and your souls were destined to spend eternity together. You can only hope it comes true.
It’s never felt like you’ve been getting to know him, more that you were remembering him from another lifetime. Which makes it all the more special to you because to you that means that your souls have chosen each other before.
If only your dad could see you now and speak to you, he’d scoff sarcastically and roll his eyes before encouraging you to take life by the balls and live. He’d be happy round about now for you and all that you’ve accomplished. You also know he’d get along with Robert, very well indeed.
Robert can’t quite believe he’s here with you right now, twenty days later.
Before you came along, the idea of love felt unreachable and impossible. It felt fake, like it was something people made up or over exaggerated. But now he knows it’s real, he messed around and fell in love accidentally with the most incredible woman. A woman who has not only taught him how to love but also how to open up.
When he told you about his parents and what really happened, he felt as though he was unraveling one tangled web, granted it was one out of many but it’s certainly a start, that’s for sure. Maybe one day there will be no secrets, no excuses and lies when he has to cover up where he’s been.
He just needs time, a little more time to figure out how he’ll ever even begin to tell you something so upscale as his real career.
He’s basically a mob boss, a criminal who has killed more people and been responsible for more deaths than he can even begin to count or understand. Not that he regrets what he’s done with his life, sure he wanted a normal life like every kid does when growing up.
He was also a dreamer, dreaming of becoming a fireman one day or a policeman, on the right side of the law. But instead he got this life, this messy and complicated blood bath. He wouldn’t trade it though, as bad as that sounds. He loves being the man people fear when they hear his name or see him coming in the streets. He loves the money he makes, the women that he fucks or fucked and the loner lifestyle that came with it. He was always quite a lone wolf but the deeper he got into this career, the more he appreciated his alone time.
He only ever felt alone around other people...until you.
Lately you’ve been introducing Robert to the world of monogamy and domestication, mostly things like grocery shopping, cleaning and cooking and also dates.
The dates have only continued in the last twenty days. Since you’ve known from the get go about his lack of experience when it came to all of this, you’ve made sure to be careful with the pace you go, treading carefully.
Robert feels overwhelmed about it all if he’s being honest, but right now all he wants is for you to stick around. You’re teaching him how to love essentially, how to prioritise. It’s all so hard to grasp but you can see he’s trying and actually being persistent.
Like just yesterday, he called you baby. It was something so small yet so sacred to you. He’s made it very clear about how he feels when it comes to pet names like that, he usually only calls you sweetness, but the occasional baby is nice. It makes you feel special. More proof that he’s trying.
He’s been driving you to work, taking you out for lunch and even picking you up from work too. Robert can see himself transforming and he can feel it too.
Don’t get it twisted though, he’s still very much the same guy when it comes to the business side of things but just for you, he’s sweet, caring and attentive.
You still have to show him the ropes.
But however well it’s going, you bicker, like an old married couple at that. It’s both amusing and frustrating.
Since he has no experience in the world of relationships, he doesn’t take too kindly to your mood swings or any kind of disagreement that escalates. They never last long though, once you explain things to him and he understands, you manage to talk it over. But no relationship is ever perfect and that’s the only thing Robert is certain of.
It’s been a long day to say the least. You managed to force Robert up early this morning so that the two of you could go grocery shopping since he has literally no food in his cupboards or his refrigerator. Of course he groaned as you shook his sleeping body and kicked up a fuss when he finally opened his eyes, he even tried to seduce you into staying in bed.
His hands pulled your naked body close to his own and you could feel his hardened cock instantly but still, you remained persistent and denied all advances he made. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t difficult though. However, with the promise of sex when you returned, he eventually headed for the shower, dragging you with him for the sole purpose of ‘saving water’.
He’s a crafty one, you’ll give him that.
Once you returned home and started to unpack the many bags, Robert crept up behind you, giving you no chance to reject and continue with your current job.
He just reminded you of the promise you made earlier and started to kiss your neck like he was on a mission, a mission to turn you on.
He seems to forget every time that with him, there’s no turned off stage, you are constantly ready for him, always needing to be full of him and it’s a feeling that even now, still consumes you. He corrupts every waking thought as well as every sleeping thought.
And right now, you’re laying on top of him, riding him like a pro, bouncing up and down so skilfully as he keeps his eyes locked on your mind blowing body.
The way your tits bounce will never get boring, he’s constantly in awe of you and although he doesn’t see why you chose him, who would he ever be to second guess you out loud?
See with other women before you, he understood why they were drawn to him and that’s for three separate reasons.
1. His money
2. His reputation
3. His looks
Women he previously fucked and fooled around with were either hookers or on the right path to become one.
They liked the look of danger and Robert has always had that, his mystery is bold and obvious. They also preyed on him in clubs and bars, places where his huge wads of cash would fall into their eye-line and once he told them his name, they knew who he was.
It was always piss easy to get a quick fuck but the moment he first felt your walls wrapped tightly around him, he felt like he was experiencing something otherworldly, just like you did.
It was a new experience for him too, the feeling of intimacy.
Usually the sex with other women was fast and rough. But with you, he didn’t want it to end, he wanted to make you the centre of attention, make your pretty little cunt cum as many times as possible and witness your body succumbing to his dominance. The way he had your legs shaking and your body bending to his will was a feeling so intense that it instantly became his new favourite thing.
“That’s it, baby. Go on” he coos, reaching his hand up to your face and drawing his thumb across your bottom lip and pulling it down to force your mouth open “come on, ride daddy’s cock, sweetness, make yourself cum” he encourages, pulling you down onto his chest to kiss you hard.
It’s everything, it’s teeth and tongues. Your eyes scrunch closed as your body moves with his thrusts, his balls slap against your ass over and over.
“Such a good fucking slut”
“You drive me fucking crazy” he growls, forcing your mouth opening and spitting in it once again before you swallow what he gave and bury your face in the crook of his neck.
His teeth then latch onto the skin of your shoulder, biting and pulling back. He continues this until he reaches the sweet spot on your neck where you like to be kissed, then his biting soon turns to sucking until your whimpering into his neck.
Your noises vibrate onto his skin and urge him to get rougher. You’re practically covered in hickeys, everyone you two come across in public knows you belong to him when they see your neck. But that’s how you want it to be.
You are his and he is yours, unconditionally. Always and forever, proudly.
You mumble into his neck as he continues to buck his hips up and fuck into you rapidly, not stopping or slowing down for a second and he can tell by your incomprehensible moans that you’re about to cum, so he works harder.
“Cum for me, sweetness. Cream all over my cock, give me that cream”
Your walls flutter around him each time he speaks, his words hitting you like bullets all over, killing you softly and beautifully. You feel the coil twisting and turning agonisingly inside of your stomach, urging you to just release and with one more thrust, one more punch at your g-spot, you cry out his name.
“That’s it, there we go. Give it all to me, sweetness. Use that tight snatch of yours to make daddy cum”
Robert Pronge and his dirty mouth be dammed. You’re in heaven now.
Your eyes glaze over as you continue to bounce up and down, the pleasure overwhelming you and consuming you from the inside out. His cock will surely be the death of you one day.
Death by dick, it’s definitely a thing.
His hands splay across your ass, gripping it so hard and aggressively that his finger nails even dig into your skin, making you wince. Your bounces get more intense too and you can feel him shivering along with his breathing hitching.
Your head is so close to his chest that you swear on your life that you can hear his heart beating like crazy, almost as crazy as yours. Heart beats in sync as your bodies are joined magically in this moment.
“S’close” he murmurs, voice shaky as he works harder with you, both of you moving to reach that end goal. But neither one of you wanting this moment to end, sex with Robert never feels like a chore or a pass time.
It feels special, you do it because you feel so strongly about one another and your bodies naturally collide like two opposite ends of the magnet that still fit together perfectly.
You force him to relax, taking this time to work him over by yourself. You lift up and sink down slowly a couple times before going fast, practically bouncing yourself on him using just your ass. A skill he’s come to obsess over.
“That’s it, just.like.that” and with that, you feel him spill his load into you in scattered spurts. His chest rising and falling as you lower your head to kiss any breath he had left away. His arms pull your entire body on top of his as he’s still inside of you and you kiss him harder, it intensifies within no time at all. No shock there.
Whenever this happens it’s near enough always impossible to withdraw yourself from his lips and embrace. Everything feels great with him, you feel safer, happier and you certainly laugh a lot more, a sound he loves to draw from you.
Especially when you really let go and laugh properly. Snorting and all. It’s embarrassing but he adores it.
Once he pulls out of you, you get off and lay comfortably next to him, both of you making shit attempts at regaining control of your breathing. But soon after you manage to calm it down just enough to finally move off of the bed.
“How about another shower?” he proposes, standing up too “i’d love to” you agree, smiling from ear to ear like a teenager in love.
The shower water is freezing cold at first but once it heats up you start to wash each other, with the two of you even attempting to tickle one another.
Eventually you get it done though. Once you’re finished you decide to get out first, leaving him to finish up whilst you strut back into his bedroom butt naked as you dry off your body and then your hair.
You scrub at your hair before slipping into some fresh panties and one of Roberts favourite shirts, it’s a dark one, a deep blue, one of the very few that has no floral or quirky patterns on it. You gotta say you definitely prefer his quirky shirts, they suit him the most.
By the time he’s out and into new clothes you’re laying on the couch, your hair wrapped up in your towel to keep it from dripping everywhere.
“Coffee?” he offers, passing you on his way to the kitchen, you shout back a quick yes before picking up the book you recently started reading. Pride and Prejudice to be exact. A romance novel you must have read over a thousand times by now but you never tire of it.
Robert strolls in, placing the two mugs of coffee onto the table in front of the couch, you wait for it to cool a little before taking a hearty sip. As he sits down next to you, you lay down, draping your legs over his and occasionally moving the book to smile at him. He just sits there, drinking the coffee, clearly lost in his own world.
After a while you start to shift in place, turning onto your side and then again switching to cuddle into him as you read, the silence is anything but uncomfortable.
He gets up suddenly, removing his arm from around your frame “be right back, nature calls” you giggle at his phrasing before going back to your book and burrowing your head deep.
Your brain focuses on the characters and storyline a little bit too much and you know this much is true because as soon as the phone rings, you near enough jump out of your skin before standing up to go and answer it.
“Robert Pronge’s home” the same line you used last time you answered, you still let out a little giggle at your own joke, a joke that isn’t even funny.
“Who’s this? Where’s Freezy?” a deep male voice booms and your smile fades.
Unsure of who he is you question him on his identity to which he scoffs at you rudely.
“Lemme guess, you must be the new flavour of the month?”
“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?” you snap, mad at the tone this stranger is taking with you and you almost hang up before he says “listen, i don’t have time for games, okay? Just put Freezy on will ya” how dare he order you around.
“He’s busy at the moment, can i at least take a message since you’re so insistent on telling him something” you’ll admit, your smart mouth has gotten you into trouble more than once but if he’s a friend of Robert then your guess is he’s a nice man deep down, probably just going through something.
You still can’t quite wrap your head around the name Freezy. He told you his friends like to call him that as a joke because of the ice cream van business he has.
“Sure, tell him Jeff called and that i did what he asked but he owes me extra for all the trouble that fucking bitch put me through. She was a fucking biter, my hands are all marked up but i took care of her good and proper and as for her fella, he was a piece of cake, right douche bag though so it was well deserved. I’ll be at his office later, so tell him to meet me there, no later than 10”
And with that he hangs up rather abruptly. You freeze in place, brows furrowed with confusion. What the fuck did he just say? What did all of that mean?
‘i took care of her good and proper’
‘i did what he asked’
‘he owes me extra for all the trouble that fucking bitch put me through’
By took care of, he couldn’t have meant....no, it’s impossible. Robert isn’t like that, that’s not the man you know.
“Did i hear the phone ring or was that just me hallucinating” the voice of the man you’ve come to know over time then chuckles before you turn around, tears streaming down your face as your eyes widen and your mouth hangs open ajar.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he rushes to your side before you stop him in his tracks “don’t”
“Jeff called...” you trail off, unsure if you even want to hear his explanation “he said... he said that uh, that he did what you asked him to do but...” you can’t do it, you can’t repeat out loud what he said because then saying it out loud makes it real. Did his friend hurt those people? He couldn’t have, why would he?
“Y/N, i can explain..”
“Please, do explain because right now my brain can’t comprehend why the man i’ve fallen in love with would ever want to hurt another person in any way. Why the man i thought i knew, would ever lie to me and keep things from me”
“Y/N, if you could just stop for a second and listen”
“Robert, what the fuck is going on? You better have a good fucking explanation for this and it better not be what i’m thinking it is”
Your head is spinning, you feel sick, dizzy and exhausted. More tears well in your eyes before dropping out and sliding down your cheeks like rain slides down a window.
You start to pace the room as he stutters his words, trying his best to get them out to keep you from leaving him. He can’t lose you, not now and certainly not like this.
All that’s going through Roberts mind right now is the utter panic he felt when you said the name Jeff. He knew then, he’d fucked up, that you were already slipping away.
Whatever it is Jeff said, he’s going to fucking pay. He’s done this job long enough to know what the do’s and don’ts are. He also knows not to be a fucking loud mouth and go telling anyone about his bad deeds.
Even though it’s not his fault, Robert still wants to shift blame to everyone else when he chose to lie to you in the first place. He chose to lie and sneak behind your back when he could have been honest from the start. Granted, you may have written him off if he’d have done that but that’s normal, writing him off would have been the go to response from anyone.
However, if he’d have known his days in heaven with you were numbered, he’d have done everything differently. He’d have held you tighter, kissed you harder and made you laugh a whole lot more.
There’s nothing to lose now but only one thing to gain back. You.
So here goes nothing...
“Did he kill those people?” you grill him, looking him dead in the eye as you do so, trying your best to decipher the thoughts going on in his mind and checking his eyes for signs of honesty.
He doesn’t move, just mumbles a quick “yes” and now you’re regretting wishing for honesty.
“Why?” you ask, the list of questions is somehow endless.
“I SAID WHY?” you shout after waiting a couple seconds, noticing him shifting uncomfortably as he stands somewhat still or tries to at least.
You never shout, never. It’s rare if you do.
“The woman had been stealing extra money from her clients, she’s a hooker and her boyfriend was getting her to do it. They both also owed my friend thousands in rent, he was fed up of all the men coming and going from their apartment. He was worried that no new tenants would want to live there because of the reputation they brought. He tried to kick them out, they wouldn’t listen, even pulled a gun on him. So he contacted me. He knows i recently took over from my previous boss and wanted me to handle it for him. So i got one of my employees to take care of it and as you know, he did”
You can’t quite believe your ears. Nothing ever warrants the killing of another person. It’s sick, fucked up even and downright criminal. You’ve had the wool pulled over your eyes all of this time, you’ve been blinded by your own feelings, your own love for him.
He’s had you fooled this whole time and the more you think about it, the harder you sob.
Just when you finally thought you had found true happiness and love, it’s ripped away from your hands in a heartbeat, never to be returned to you. Life isn’t fair, this isn’t fair.
But then, something clicks inside of you, your eyes flicker back up to meet his, your face a mess due to the tears. Your eyes all puffy and your nose running constantly. You recall being suspicious from the get go, it was the cash he had.
“It all makes sense now” clocks and gears turn inside of your head as you remember something else, the list of names. Oh. My. God. That wasn’t a list of future employees. That was a list of murders he’d been involved in, his kill list. You scrunch your eyes closed, picturing the list in your head as you do so but only one name comes back to you.
“The huge wads of cash, that list you had...” his face softens and for the first time in your relationship, he doesn’t look cocky or arrogant “who’s Briggs?” he tenses up as the words leave your mouth.
“He was a friend, i didn’t do what i did for no reason though. You have to believe me Y/N. I had no choice”
“Oh, right. Of course, my bad. I apologise” you spit sarcastically, rolling your eyes at him in response to his poor excuses. How dare he make out like any of this is okay. Your boyfriend is a murderer, a liar. He betrayed you after you let your walls down. You shared things with him that no one else knows, did things with him that you’ve never done with other men and you truly felt safe in his presence.
The most dangerous man around has been in your home, in your bed.
Everything feels hazy, like somehow you’re expecting to wake up from this nightmare. But even after your silent prayers and wishful thinking, you remain stuck here.
“Do you get a kick out of this? Huh? Lying to me for all of this time. I bet there’s not a single ounce of truth to anything you’ve told me” you’re words are like knives, stabbing into his buttons with such brutal force that he’s about to snap, his temper is bound to cause an earthquake soon.
“You know, i always knew there was something different about you, a mystery if you will and a hint of danger but then you go and make me look like a fool. I feel humiliated. How dare you bring me into this, this fucked up life. How dare you put your hands on me, knowing that you had just used those same hands to kill someone and innocent or not, no one deserves to die like that”
“Did you not listen to a word i said?” he challenges, stepping closer to you until you push at his chest with as much force as you can muster “fuck you. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you. Piece of shit. Lying fucking bastard” you cry out, pushing at his chest again until you realise it’s not doing much. That’s when you resort to slapping him. His arms, his chest, anywhere you can.
“No one fucking deserves to die like that. It’s not your job to take the law into your own hands you fucking bastard” you continue to slap him, taking everything out on him, hitting him as hard as humanly possible. You can’t believe it. You’ve never felt so much betrayal, so much anger, so much frustration. You feel broken, delicate like a flower, close to smashing into smithereens at any second like glass.
“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU” you scream, your hands continuing on until he grabs a hold of both wrists firmly, keeping you there to stop the attack
“STOP” he screams back, causing you to cower. He’s never screamed like this before, never. Not even when he snapped at you at the carnival and especially not during the bickering you’ve endured together. It was just snide remarks and slightly raised voices. Never screaming.
“Why? Why did you lie to me” you squeak, voice slightly hoarse from all the shouting and crying.
“I didn’t do it intentionally” he insists, trying to get you the believe him but it’s no use, there’s nothing he can ever say that could calm you down. Your breathing picks up until you’re pretty sure that what you’re experiencing is a panic attack. Your heart is racing as you try to get some air.
You push away from him, ripping your hands from his grip before taking off to the bedroom “i need to get out of here” you gasp, picking up your bag of clothes and slipping into some shorts before storming back out into the lounge.
He blocks the door before you get there, guarding it with his life to avoid you walking out on him.
“LET ME GO” you scream again, you’re certain that you’ll have no voice in the morning and what’s worse is you have work with Lara and Jenny. Shit. Your friends. How are you ever going to explain this to them? Exactly, you can’t because then you’ll have to admit how wrong you’ve been and the mortification isn’t worth it.
You can never tell a soul. It’s clear Robert has a reputation and men who would do anything for him so keeping your mouth shut is a given. But right now all that you want is to leave this house and never return, to never see his lying, murderous face again.
“NO” he grips your face in his two cold blooded hands, squeezing you tight to force your eyes on his “look at me. Dammit, look at me” and you do.
“I love you, please believe me. I love you and i’ve never lied with the intention of hurting you”
“Fuck you” you roll your eyes, his confessional going straight over your head, how can you ever believe a word he says after this? Exactly, you can’t.
At a last minute ploy to escape, you knee him in the stomach, you intended on going for the balls but missed. However, before you can even get the door open, he’s already recovered as he pushed you up against the it, his hands wrap around your neck, securing you in place. That’s when he shocks you by pressing his lips to yours, a kiss that you’re trying so hard not to want.
A kiss that no longer than 10 minutes ago would have had you keening for more. But now, you feel repulsed.
As soon as those three words left his mouth, your heart skipped a beat and a shiver ran down your spine. Because ultimately, you love him too but now you’re not sure who you’ve actually fallen for.
“Get the fuck away from me”
“Please don’t leave me” he pleads before you manage to shift his heavy body from you and open the door.
The door slams shut and he punches it with such force that he heard a crack and pain shoots through his right hand.
He can’t believe you’re gone. He started the day grocery shopping with you and he was supposed to end it with you in his arms in bed but now, he’ll be sleeping alone...just like he used to.
It’s been two weeks since your world came crashing down and you’ve done nothing but sleep, work and cry.
All the things he said have been running through your head on a constant loop.
All the things you shared with him, the memories. All of it is now tainted, it means nothing.
Your first shift at work afterwards was a nightmare, you had to lie to the people you care about the most. You told them it ended due to constant arguing. You couldn’t bring yourself to out Robert or embarrass yourself. It’s just too much to bare and the fact that you’ve got no one to talk to makes it worse.
Everything is 100 times worse when there’s no one to break your fall or help you through it. You can never tell a soul because not only would they not understand why you haven’t called the police but they would also call the police for you.
It’s going to take a miracle to bring you back from this... only time will heal, you hope.
It’s been a month now and you’ve done nothing but fend off his unwanted and pathetic attempts at a revival. He’s been ringing your phone non stop, parking his van outside of your house in hopes of seeing you as you come and go and he even resorted to hounding you at work.
Each time he comes in, you hide out the back and tell Jenny to ward him off and today is no different. You just ran out to the staff area as you saw him approaching the store.
“Robert, whatever is it that you did i think it’s best if you just leave her alone for now” Jenny advises, hoping he’ll listen.
“I just need five minutes of her time to explain properly. She needs to hear this and then if she wants to walk away, i’ll let her”
“Robert” she warns with more of a softness in her voice as she tries her best to sound serious.
“Please” he begs.
“I can’t promise anything”
He gives her a brief nod before turning to walk away, dragging his feet along the floor and once he’s out of sight, she calls you back.
“What did he actually do?” she inquires, tone laced with worry “i-i can’t” you shake your head as a tear falls. She pulls you in for a sympathetic hug, shushing you as you cry, mascara tears soaking her shoulder.
Days have passed since Roberts recent attempt to get you back and he’s still not heard anything.
This past month has dragged and he’s spent the majority of it drunk. Everything has been ruined, his life is falling apart and this isn’t the Robert you first met.
He’s been channeling his anger into his crimes, getting more hands on with killing again. It’s the only time he feels a couple seconds of reprieve from it all, a couple of fleeting seconds where he doesn’t feel like a loser or a failure. He practically begged Jenny to talk to you, yet nothing came of it but he knows in his heart and mind that he’s never going to give up until you agree to hear him out.
You have to. He can’t move on until you at least try to understand and if you hear him out and still want to leave, he can’t stop you.
He wonders into his kitchen to open yet another bottle of Jameson, the umpteenth one of the day but before he can, there’s a knock at the door.
You’ve spent days going round and round in your head, trying to come up with reasons why you shouldn’t see him or reasons why he’s not worth your time. But despite everything, you love him.
As disgusting as you feel for loving him, you can’t stop, he’s worked his way into your heart and your life and you can’t shake him. Besides, you at least owe it to yourself to hear what he has to say.
The last time you spoke, everything was a mess. It was like an endless screaming match and no good came of it. You wanted answers but barely got them. Today you’re optimistic to leave with closure.
He answers the door, only to find your angelic face looking up at him.
“Can i come in?”
He nods, standing aside to make room for you to enter and once you do he slams the door shut before following you inside. You take a seat on the couch that you once fucked him on, the couch that holds so many memories that you still hold close to your heart.
“What’re you doing here?” he mumbles, barely audible.
“I came to hear you out and no, this is not me taking you back. I came for closure, i didn’t get much of an explanation last time so i felt i deserved one”
Without another word he hums his agreement before clearing his throat as you gesture for him to speak.
“As you already know, my childhood wasn’t the same as yours or any kids for that matter. I constantly felt alone, rejected by the two people who were supposed to love me the most, left to my own devices. And in doing so, i made friends with the wrong kids at school, they were a lot like me in the sense that they never had much either, all poor and all from broken homes.
We all hung out after school and on weekends by the off licence near my house and one day, one of the kids dared me to steal some candy from the same store. Of course i did it, it was a case of hanging around with them or being a loser and a loner. So i did whatever they dared me to do and once i realised that i wasn’t getting caught, i started to do it without them even daring me.
Eventually it escalated to graffiti as i got into my teen years until one day it was fights. It felt like everything i did to channel my anger or distract myself from my crappy home life, nothing worked. I got bored or fed up with it and moved onto something new to focus my attention on. And once the fights started, they didn’t stop. I would get this fucking thrill after punching someone, from bringing them pain. It’s fucked up, i know. Trust me i know and i’m all kinds of fucked up for even enjoying it, i wish i could say i didn’t love it but i do.
Then soon enough i was approached by the dodgiest guy i’ve ever seen, he hired me to work for his dad. Once i turned 18, i took him up on that offer. The first guy i killed was a guy called Ross. I still remember the feeling i got when i killed him, when i ripped his life away i felt on top of the world, i felt in control, properly. For the first time in my life i felt like i was invincible.
I made sure to never let anyone into my life, kept myself to myself. Only hooked up with random women so i knew they wouldn’t cling to me for long and i never allowed a single person to know anything about me. James, my old boss, even he didn’t know a whole lot. I kept myself locked away out of fear of rejection or people screwing me over. Plus i always felt alone more when surrounded by other people. That was until i met you.
Y/N the moment i first laid eyes on you, i was hooked. You were so pure, so innocent looking, i remember thinking that i had to have you or i’d die. But since honesty is the key here. It started as a mission to fuck you. I wanted a new plaything, someone to be there when i was horny and in the mood and you were right there in front of me, enticing me and drawing me in with your body, your smile and just everything about you.
After that first date, i knew i was in too deep, i knew my mission was slowly slipping away and then after we fucked for the first time, i had made my mind up, i didn’t just want you like that, i wanted you as someone i could be with, seriously”
By the time he finishes talking, tears are drowning out your vision and you feel heat flood your body, anger too but most of all love.
He’s more fucked up than you ever could have realised or imagined. But this just goes to show that everyone has a story, reasons behind their actions and the way they live. Robert is no different. He’s a victim of a badly dealt hand, parental failure and falling in with the wrong crowd.
Sure, everyone has a choice in this world but what if you’re wrong in believing that? What if sometimes things are out of your control? Robert was fucked up before he was even born, his path was basically paved for him by the ones who made him. A world of drugs is no world for a child to be born into.
Sympathy consumes you as you watch his broken face and although you’re torn up inside, desperate to pull away and leave this life whilst you still can, there’s a stronger force present. It’s telling you to stay and to never give up. He still remains the only man you’ve ever truly loved, the only man you crave and yearn for. Your body misses his touch and every night you spend away from him, you lay awake unable to sleep.
In fact you don’t think you’ve actually had a decent nights sleep since the day you walked out on him.
“I’ll never expect you to understand why i am this way, but i guess no one ever could. All-“
“Show me” you gulp at your own words.
“What?” he can’t quite believe what you’re saying.
“Show me, i want to see it for myself. Let me see it for myself. It’s the only way i can ever begin to understand you” hope fills his eyes, the same hope you imagine he had growing up, hope that one day he’d be accepted by his good for nothing father and punch bag of a mother.
You can see the lost little boy in him as soon as you properly look and it’s even more of a valid reason to try again.
The last thing he needs is yet another person abandoning him and pushing him further into the darkness and leaving him feeling even more ostracised from society than he already does.
“Y/N, i-i don’t think that’s a good idea” he shakes his head, with the knowledge of how brutal these jobs can be, he’d hate for you to ever bare witness to that, to feel guilt that you were there and he promised himself one thing from the start and that’s that he could never involve you.
“Robert” you warn, stern voice and all. In all honesty, even you have no idea what you’re doing. You have no idea about the extent of what you’ve just asked of him, of how risky this would be. To involve yourself in the murder of Roberts next victim, it’s crazy, you’re crazy.
Do you really need to do this?
Can you not just walk away?
This will change everything
Don’t do this
Your subconscious can be a fucking bitch sometimes, you think to yourself as you shake the good girl side away.
Maybe for once you just want to be bad, to rebel against everything you’ve lived for all these years and change yourself up. Or maybe you just can’t let him go and this is your way of clinging on to him with all of your might.
In the end you’ll always be a fool but you’re a fool for him and if being with him means accepting this side of him then so be it, it’s not going to be easy but you want to try. You have to try to keep the only happiness you’ve had for a long time before it escapes.
“Please” you plead with him, scooting closer to him on the couch and taking his hands in yours “show me” and as he sighs, you know that was his agreement.
After what feels like forever passing by of Robert arguing with you about the dangers of you doing this and then him pacing the lounge, he eventually agrees verbally and once the phone rings he rushes to answer it.
You wait patiently as he converses, your hands and legs shaking uncontrollably as you shift a couple times on the couch.
He hangs up the phone before letting out a deep breath he’s undoubtedly held in the entire time and that alone makes you wonder how for years he’s gotten through working like this, how does he not have a panic attack or fear getting caught. If this were you, you’d sweat at the sight of a cop and end up confessing after a record breaking minute.
You could never lie like he’s been able to and has been doing his whole life, which makes you question again, are you really ready for this? This isn’t just some fight that happens in the school playground, this is a murder. You’re heading out to watch your boyfriend murder someone. If there was ever a time to back out, now is that time.
He explains the situation for you, one of his employees couldn’t complete the job he’d handed to him because Bryce demanded Robert do it. So of course, he agreed the other day and today the details were revealed. The where and when.
It’s taking place at a club which would require you dressing up into your fanciest clothes.
Robert recommended you wear a dress that hugged at every curve and really showed off your body. If you are to be involved, then you’ll be front and centre, right next to him. Fuck.
The two of you make a plan for him to drive you back to your place so you can get ready and head out but as soon as you get into his van, the all to familiar feeling of all the nights you spent in here hits you. All the times he’d rest his hand upon your thigh to feel closer to you as he drove, all the laughs you shared and especially your first kiss.
That first kiss was so unforgettable that even now to this day, you can remember the smell of cigarettes on him, the tobacco only added to the intensity. You remember exactly what he was wearing and exactly how you felt.
Once you arrive at your house, you reluctantly invite him in before instructing him to sit on the couch in the lounge whilst you head up to scan your wardrobe for something to wear.
After all of this time of being without him, you don’t know how to act. All you know is how to be close to him, how to touch him, how to kiss him and being faced with this strange phase, it’s hard to grasp. Does he want you to touch him? Because you really want to touch him but you also don’t want to push yourself too far when right now you’ve got a job to do.
Doesn’t mean your brain will shut off though, it runs 24/7, and Robert is the main reason.
The dress you pick out is a gold sequinned bodycon with an open back, spaghetti straps and a deep v neck. It gives you chance to show off your cleavage whilst also showing off your accentuated body. You decide to pair it with nude coloured heals and smokey eyeshadow with lipgloss.
You take one final look in your bedroom mirror, head to toe you’re dressed for the part in an outfit you’ve never worn. And you feel somewhat unrecognisable but there’s no turning back now, so instead you head down the stairs and into the lounge to find Roberts mouth hanging open in shock at the sight of you.
“Is this okay?” you ask, turning around so your ass is on view for him and you notice him adjust the situation in his pants as he clears his throat and stands up.
“Yeah, you uh, you look great” now you can see the same confusion in him that you’ve been battling with, he’s unsure how to act around you too. Hence why he never rested his hand on your thigh on the way to your place.
It’s probably for the best right now anyway if you keep it casual, friendly even.
By the time you set off to the club, it’s half eight in the evening and you’re exhausted from all the crying you’ve done lately. Tonight is the first time you’ve worn makeup in weeks, crying with mascara on isn’t fun nor is it pretty so you avoided it because the thought of sporting panda eyes made you cry more.
“Right we’re here” he announces, parking the van down a secluded alleyway near the back door of the club.
“Okay, we’ll enter through the main entrance and exit through that door there” he points to the fire exit, making sure you get it before moving on to remind you of the rest. He tells you that you’re going to be dancing with the target as Robert makes his way over, he’ll use the spray bottle of cyanide he concocted up to fake sneeze into the guys face and with that the guy should collapse to the ground.
It all sounds simple enough but your brain feels completely overwhelmed by it. Robert notices the worry and fear in your glistening eyes and the way your hands start to shake so at a last minute attempt to calm you down he takes them in his own “look at me” and you do as you suck in a breath.
“I love you” he murmurs, resting his forehead to yours and you feel a tear about to slip but he catches it just in time. Hearing him say those three words is almost too much to handle and your mind instantly takes you back to the day he first spoke them. You recall ignoring them and feeling like it was all a lie, all just a ploy to keep you there but now you know he meant them. He feels it too and he always has, it’s clear now.
So rather than worrying in this van you smile at him before getting out of the truck and strutting out of the alleyway towards the main entrance of the club.
The bouncer eyes the two of you up intently and internally you’re screaming ‘let us in, we aren’t suspicious’ and of course, he does. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t speak, just lifts the rope up for you to head inside and once you pass the threshold the loud bass of the music fills your ears almost deafening you entirely.
Robert grips a hold of your hand as he leans closer to your ear to point out the guy for you.
As you spot him, you look him up and down. He’s a bald guy, slim and very tall but not your type whatsoever. You give Robert the nod before making your way over to the dance floor, swaying your hips as you go. Robert smirks as he watches you, god everything about you drives him crazy but nows the time to focus and not let you distract him.
He orders a shot real quick as he waits for you to settle in.
The target sizes you up as you worm your way into his circle, giving him your most flirtatious eyes as you shimmy closer. His hands rest on your waist, his way of inviting you to dance with him but the feel of another mans hands on your body is disgusting.
You just want Roberts hands and only his hands. But still, you sway your hips, gyrating in circles as you wrap your arms loosely around his neck. Robert dances his way over, even nodding his head towards some of the women before his eyes return to you. Seeing you dancing like that with another man makes his stomach churn, but he can’t be mad. He told you to do this and if this distracts his next victim then so be it but as soon as this is over, he’s stealing you back.
You’re his and he is yours.
The target starts to get more handsy, his hands dance down your back and towards your ass but before he can even get there, Robert nudges you away ‘accidentally’ before sneezing into his face.
“Omg” you feign shock as you turn your nose up in disgust and once you see the target and his damp face, you walk away, acting as though he repulses you, which he does.
Robert walks ahead of you, whispering as he passes for you to meet him by the van and his hands graze yours as he hands you the keys to the van.
You make quick work in finding the fire exit, pushing it open and stepping out into the cold night, the breeze making you shiver. You rush to cover your arms with your hands, moving them over your skin to help in any way but to no avail.
The van is parked right in front of you but just as you go to walk, you hear someone.
“Who’s there?” you call out “Robert?” no answer.
“Calm down sweetheart, i’m not gonna hurt you...unless you ask nicely” the unfamiliar voice sniggers and when you turn around, an average sized man is approaching, his hair is short and his body is covered in a rather fancy suit. Bit too fancy for a club like this.
“My, uh, my boyfriend will be here soon” you stammer, trying your best to sound tough. It’s funny how the main objective of the night wasn’t actually as scary as you thought it would be, it was certainly not as scary as this.
All you can do is look around as he backs you up to the brick wall and once you hit it, you feel trapped. There’s no way out and this man is getting a little too close for comfort.
Robert finishes up in the toilet before heading to the fire exit to meet you. He gave you strict instructions to wait in the van until he returned but as soon as he steps outside he sees you trying to fight off a strange man.
That same man has his hands all over you as you beg for him stop and in this moment he sees red. His anger builds as he storms over and all it takes is one punch to the mans head to get him to stumble before falling.
“Are you fucking nuts?” he shouts and you continue to look around incase anyone comes along.
No words manage to escape your mouth as you stare in shock, Robert is now on top of the stranger, punching at him until blood covers his knuckles.
“Robert, stop” you beg, rushing to pull him off but it doesn’t work. He just keeps hitting him and hitting him, smashing his head back against the concrete until he’s certain the guy is done for. Another casualty added to the night.
If Robert had gone alone tonight and left you out of then this wouldn’t be happening but you know as well as he does that he just can’t leave you alone, he can’t stay away.
You mean more to him than this poxy business he’s taken on and you always will do. Therefore, he will do anything to protect you.
You stand there in shock, unsure what to do now aside from watching him as he rises back to his feet. His bloody knuckles, the blood on his shirt and even splatters of it on the lenses of his glasses, everything about it alarms you or at least it should do. So why are you turned on? Why do you feel more safe than you should? Why do you feel closer to him somehow?
Well, couples that kill together stay together... or so it goes.
He wipes his face with his forearm before bending to grab a hold of the mans feet “are you just gonna stand there or help me get this body in the van?” his voice raised slightly, causing you to wake up and run to the van.
You unlock the back doors before grabbing the guys arms and lugging him into the back. Your hands shaking as you take slow steps until Robert steps inside, pulling him up and in too.
“We need to make a pit stop before we go home” he insists, slamming the doors closed and locking them before jumping into the drivers seat right next to you. He digs the key into the ignition before stepping on the gas and pulling out into the road.
As he drives you steal a couple of glances his way, before looking back at the body. Guilt consumes you but for some reason you don’t feel it in the way that you should, it feels good. It’s a strange feeling, one that you never expected to ever understand when it came to why he enjoyed this kind of thing. But now you get it, it’s an adrenaline rush like no other. But it’s still scary and you could never make this a regular gig. It’s Roberts thing and you expect to keep it that way but now at least, you’ve seen it first hand.
And this alone will help you to understand him better, it will bring the two of you closer together.
Robert notices you looking back at his latest victim so he reaches over, taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers, catching your attention and turning it back to him.
For as long as you can remember you’ve always prayed for a love so intense that it was almost too overwhelming, a love where the man cared enough and loved you enough to protect you in times of desperate need.
A man who would stop at nothing to make sure you’re safe. Tonight, Robert was that man.
He saw you in trouble and that switch in his head flipped on like it was no big deal. Sure, murdering any threat to you isn’t what you had in mind when you were praying but that man was about to do some cruel things to your rigid and shaking body like it was fun for him and you can’t bare to thing how that would have ended for you.
For the man however, it would have ended the same. Either way, he’d still be dead now so there’s no use thinking on what could have been different or worrying your mind about it.
What matters now is that you’re safe, with Robert. He wouldn’t dare allow anything to ever happen to you.
He pulls into the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse.
“Where are we?” you ask, turning to face him
“This is where i....” he trails off and you know right away that this is where he gets rid of the bodies. This is where he does all of the grunt work.
“I understand if tonight was too much for you to handle. It’s not a ideal lifestyle for a woman like you, you deserve a lot more but i’d do anything for you”
You nod before undoing your seatbelt and launching yourself at him, straddling his lap.
“Sweetness” his voice a breathless rasp as you crash your lips to his, fireworks and a thousand stars light up the darkness as you close your eyes, allowing yourself to really feel him.
His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, his question of whether or not he has permission and as you invite him in, his tongue glides across yours. The feeling ignites you and you feel full and complete.
Without Robert Pronge you’re Y/F/N the good girl, retail worker, daughter of deceased parents, adventurer, slight alcoholic and too innocent for your own good, also a shell of a woman that you once were because with Robert Pronge, life is better. You’re better.
Everything is in bright colours when he is near, without him it’s black and white.
You kiss him so hard that you’re certain the air was ripped from your lungs as well as his, you need him, desperately.
Pulling away and resting your forehead to his, you start to make quick work of his belt. He bucks his hips up to pull his pants and boxers down for you before you line him up with your dripping entrance and lower down.
The tip of his cock catches and as he fills you up with all of him, sliding home in no time your eyes glaze over.
Your hands grip the back of his neck, fingers digging into the long strands of his hair at the same time whilst he grips your waist and ass.
Grunts, growls and heavy breathing fills the van as your speed picks up, greedily chasing that release that you’ve missed all too much.
Robert buries his face in the crook of your neck, tongue lapping at your sweet spot before sinking his teeth in like a vampire does. The longest and loudest groan escapes your mouth as you arch your back in his arms, keeping up your fast pace.
“Oh god” you cry out, feeling that coil snap. Your walls flutter around him, uncontrollably, spasming like crazy at the feel of him. But you keep going, pushing yourself through the intense high to break him into a million pieces. To tell the truth, you adore the way he falls apart all because of your pussy.
Only you can make him crumble. Only you can make him cum as hard as he’s about to and only you can see the sweet side of him. That alone makes you feel extremely lucky, cocky even.
His cock twitches inside of you, reminding you that he’s extremely close and seconds later you feel him in more ways than one. His breathing turns shaky, an endless stream of curse words fill the air as his grip on your body tightens.
“God, i love you”
There it is again, that word. Love.
“I love you too” you murmur, so quiet that it’s almost like a whisper, the first time you’ve ever truly felt it deep inside of you. There’s never been a hesitation on whether you have, not with Robert. It’s consumed you for a long time and now you’ve finally said it back to him, you realise that you don’t ever want to leave him.
He smiles as he cups your face, pulling you close to him so that his lips can attack yours, violently. It’s steamy, teeth and tongues. His whole heart is on view and his feelings for you come out into the way he kisses. He’s missed you more than he’d ever care to admit out loud.
“We should probably deal with our current situation” he suggests, slowly pulling away and nodding his head towards the back of the van that contains his latest victim. You giggle before humming your agreement and stepping out to unlock the door to the warehouse for him so he can drive the van inside.
Once it’s in park you both carry the body up to the second floor where a table sits, Robert takes the body in his hands, tossing him carelessly onto the slab before turning to face you.
He goes over everything that he has to do, watching as you listen carefully but just watching him has you ready to go another round.
“So did tonight help?” he asks, standing there with his hands on his hips, raising his brows.
“I’d say it was very helpful” you start, walking closer to him “in fact, it couldn’t have been more helpful. So now i’m left with one more thing to do” your face turns angry, eyes squinting as you back him up to the wall.
“Don’t ever. fucking lie to me. again... okay?” your voice rises in decibels, your hand rests on his crotch area and you laugh as he stares you down.
Rather than agreeing, he flips the two of you over, forcing your tight dress up over your ass cheeks and around your waist. He slips your panties to the side and frees his cock, you hear him spit once, then once more but this time the spit lands on your spread ass cheeks and down onto your puckered hole.
“Ready to go again this soon? Wow Freezy” you giggle, seductively, knowing how that nickname coming from you makes him feel. Then suddenly you feel him pushing his way into your puckered hole, something you’ve never been able to do with him until now. The feeling making you gasp and whimper as he pushes your face into the wall, hard. You poke your ass out a little as he goes deeper, exploring you in a new and exciting way.
The result of the intense stretching has you sobbing into the wall whilst also begging for more. It’s a strange situation but it’s one you can’t get enough of and for some reason you can’t deny the feeling of closeness that surrounds the two of you. You’re no longer two separate people but better yet one whole, joined together in the name of love and murder. A dangerous love.
“Robert” you whine, moving back to meet his agonisingly slow thrusts, he’s breaking you in as his fingers force their way into your mouth to pull it open “such a fucking good girl for me, taking my cock in this tight ass” your chest rises and falls.
He spits into your open mouth before forcing you to swallow it as he shoves your face back into the wall, your cheek squishes as he does so. His pace picks up once you bounce back to meet the harsh snap of his hips once again and now you know why people enjoy anal. The feel of it is like a beautiful disaster.
“Like it when daddy fucks your ass, huh?” his hand reaches to your pussy, rubbing at it furiously as he spreads his cum that’s slipping out all over “oh and such a wet pussy, loving the feel of my cum dripping out, aren’t you sweetness?”
“Now, take daddy’s cock, slut. Make me cum” so you do, letting him fuck into you aggressively until he spills his load, making that two holes out of three that are filled up to the brim with his thick white ropes.
He’s careful as he pulls out, giving you a rough kiss before tucking himself away and helping you do the same. You feel him dripping out already, soaking your panties before dripping down your legs. No time to clean up yet though, right now you have work to do, assisting Robert before you can even think about leaving.
You entered this day with optimism of closure from Robert and you’re finishing it with his cum oozing out of your two used holes in an old run down warehouse surrounded by sharp blades and sinks. It’s not at all what you expected to come of seeing him when you knocked on his front door but somehow you wouldn’t want to change the course of events.
It might be all about work right now but afterwards, you wish to fall asleep in his arms for the first time again.... and you always get your way.
Robert kicks his feet up onto his desk as he takes a long drag of his cigarette, once he blows the smoke out he looks back at Jeff.
“So you thought by avoiding me for all this time that i would just let it go?” his rhetorical question has Jeff shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
After he outed Robert to you, he knew then that he’d fucked up and would end up dead. Robert isn’t exactly known for negotiating second chances and Jeff knows that best as he’s watched his ruthless friend go after people for a lot less than his own crimes.
Jeff panicked, fleeing to the other side of the state so he could stay with his sister. Not his best move, granted but boy did Robert hold on to that grudge. It didn’t go anywhere so ultimately Jeff left for nothing.
“Don’t even bother begging, it makes you look pathetic” Robert rolls his eyes as he puts the cigarette out “there’s only one resolve for this”
But before he can even continue, the door swings open.
You strut inside, kicking it shut with your stiletto before heading over to where Robert is sat.
He moves his feet off the desk before spreading his legs so you can sit down on his lap, your own legs draped over his as you wrap your arm around his shoulders.
“Who the fuck is this? This happens to be a private meeting princess so if you don’t mind” Jeff scoffs, gesturing for you to leave until you stand up slowly.
“Princess? More like the girlfriend of your boss and last time i checked that meant i was above you” you feel Roberts hands on your waist, tugging you back down but there’s no way in hell that you’re backing down from a cocky prick like Jeff.
Robert told you he was meeting with him this evening, just before he was planning to take you to dinner so you took it upon yourself to surprise him at work in a new outfit, only to be greeted by his awful employee.
Although you’re glad Jeff told you about who Robert really was, you’re still angry. He was rude to you on the phone that day and you don’t take too kindly to rudeness.
“Flavour of the week more like” he chuckles, not taking you seriously.
“Fiancé more like” you slam your hands on the table to really show him who won this battle. And by the look on his face, he knows.
Robert gasps as the words leave your mouth and when you turn to face him, the biggest smirk is plastered all over his face.
He proposed to you last week, pulled out all the stops to get the night perfect.
You, the only woman for him had stolen his heart the second you locked eyes but even he could never have imagined this, not in his wildest dreams. You’ve had some rough patches to get through but you did it together, you never abandoned him.
He is yours and you are his, forever and always.
At first you were terrified and even intimidated by the expensive rock that he pulled out on you, so much so that you declined it. You insisted that you needed time to think things over before making a decision.
Well now, you’ve come to it, you want him for the rest of your life, if he’ll still have you.
“Ha, Freezy settling down and giving this up? No chance”
“Who said anything about giving this up?” you question, raising one brow up at him “If anything this just means i’ll be more involved so i guess you better get used to seeing me around, Jeff”
Jeff just scoffs before standing up to leave, muttering curse words under his breath before leaving, unable to take your cockiness for much longer.
You sit back down onto Roberts lap as he pulls you down, his hands roaming your waist.
“Now... how about i slip this ring onto that finger of yours, make it official” he opens the top drawer of his desk, pulling the small box out before sliding the diamond onto your ring finger and bringing you into a passion filled kiss.
“Think we have time to celebrate before dinner?” you ask, lips curling up mischievously, only one thing on your mind.
“Or, we could eat each other for dinner” his crude suggestion makes you giggle, nodding your head in agreement. You can never resist.
“Great, now get that ass on my desk, daddy’s pretty hungry...fiancé”
This doesn’t feel real, it’s not sunk in yet but when it does, you’ll scream it from the rooftops that Robert Pronge is your future husband.
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