Page 15 of Deceitful Oath

I sweep my gaze up and down the street. Nothing out of the usual. People come and go from restaurants and cafes to bars and clubs. The downtown core is busy, thriving tonight.

But I feel it still.

Someone’s out there. And they’re watching me.

Chapter Five

Rafael

I watch as Mancini strokes her shoulder and fiery rage blooms in my veins.How dare he fucking touch her.

Then she smiles. At him.

That golden, glowing smile, aimed at Mancini’s slimy face. I could kill him, right here, right now.

I take a deep breath, loosening my tie. My heart pounds like a war drum in my chest, my breathing constricted. I imagine my hands wrapped around his throat, his face turning blue.

When did my rage re-direct from the waitress to Mancini?I wonder. I should be fantasizing about wrapping my hands around her throat, not his.

That image has the opposite effect on me, as rage slowly transforms into lust. My cock twitches and I groan. How the hell does she do this to me? Every time I think about her, my body turns into that of a middle-school boy discovering porn for the first time.

I’ve never been one for love, but I’ve been with my fair share of women. Some casual, some more long-term. The one-night stands never mattered to me. I never even bothered to ask their names—a quick fuck and I was out of there.

The long-term ones were less about emotion and more about business. Arm candy. There was always an understanding: they keep me satisfied; I keep them dripping in diamonds.

No woman, in the entirety of my life, has ever had this effect on me. This waitress—Lux Davis—has fully infiltrated my mind, claiming it as her own, living there rent-free twenty-four hours a day.

I wanted to know how it felt to have that smile aimed at me. I wanted to hear her voice, moaning my name. Her laugh, ringing in my ears. I needed to trace every single curve, every contour of her body, with my hands, my lips, my tongue.

My phone rings, pulling me out of my fantasies. I glance across the street, seeing her face drop as Mancini strolls away from her. She looks around nervously, her eyes darting left and right.

She can feel me watching her. It’s getting to her—messing with her mind. She’s quickly realizing she’s the prey, but she can’t figure out who the hunter is yet.

She smooths her hair and spins around, the golden waves tumbling down to the small of her back. Her outfit is too slutty tonight. It doesn’t feel like it suits her but I trace the curve of her ass in those tiny shorts with my eyes anyway.

Deliciously spankable.

She ducks into the bar and I crack the window, letting the cool nighttime air in. Not wanting to sit in my car with a hard-on like a pervert anymore, I take a few deep breaths and check the missed call.

“Enzo.”

“Boss,” he greets me. “Stopped by Rocky’s earlier like you asked. He fired her.”

“Excellent,” I tell him, a smile spreading across my face. I’m about to hang up when an idea hits me. “Meet me at her place in thirty minutes.”

“Done.”

“And bring the good cameras,” I say, starting the car. “I’d like to keep a closer eye on her.”

Enzo confirms and hangs up as I pull out of my parking spot. I tell myself that installing hidden cameras in her home will help me get to know her better. That I’ll be able to play the game I have in mind easier.

But I know, deep down, there’s an ulterior motive. My obsession with the waitress keeps growing, and seeing her in such an intimate setting, in her own home, will keep feeding it.

I pull up to her building at the same time as Enzo. We park in the back and I walk over to him as he pops his trunk. We study the equipment he brought.

“I figure these offer the best quality-to-size ratio,” he explains, pointing at a set of microscopic cameras. “It won’t be perfect, but the chances of her ever finding them are low.”

I nod. “Bring them.”