Chapter 32

Marcus

I leave Katy's place early in the morning.

She slept in my arms for a while, but then we woke up early, just as the sun was rising.

I have some business to attend to. But in truth, I needed to get away from her for just a second so that I could regroup.

She asked about my feelings, and I told her that I care. It's the truth. But at the same time, while I know the truth about Katy, she doesn't know the truth about me.

There's a massive discrepancy between us, and I'm not sure how to further navigate the relationship without telling her.

I drive away from her building back to my own penthouse. A part of me wishes that she was here with me; a part of me wants to spend every waking moment with her. I'd fuck her from dusk till dawn. But at the same time, I know that there's a risk involved with Katy still.

She may have admitted to me that she's a hacker, but I still don't know if she's planning to infiltrate my company or not. Maybe she's planning to steal from me. Maybe she doesn't know it's me personally that she's gonna steal from, but still, the threat is there.

I get to my place and take a long hot shower, imagining her here with me. I'd have her up against the shower wall hands above her head. I'd touch her in a way that she never deemed possible. I'd make her come...a million times.

God, Katy. If only she wasn't planning to hack into my company. Then I could be with her without reservation.

As it is, I have to think about the lingering threat. Maybe she won't hack me because her former associates are now behind bars.

I don't know the answer. I let the water run hot over my skin, hoping it takes with it all the frustration down the drain.

The main distinction between Katy and I is that she believes in stealing from the banks, and I am the bank. Will we ever be able to see eye to eye on such a large issue?

Her lifework is to steal from people like me. My lifework is to make more money. Somehow, I just don't see us meeting in the middle.

I go to work, but she's on my mind. I can't escape the thought of her beautiful face and her beautiful body naked up against me this morning.

I have to see her again. It hasn't even been a day, but there are so many unspoken words between us.

I decide to surprise her this afternoon so that I can at least satisfy my aching desire to see her.

I stop and buy her the most beautiful bouquet of roses that I can find. Something to brighten her place and her mood. Then I drive back to her shoddy apartment.

I climb the now familiar stairs of the old building. Of course, there's no elevator. I knock on the door, and she answers, looking dressed up and pretty.

She sees me and her eyes light up. Then she sees the roses and her eyes light up even more.

"Are those for me?" she asks. "No one's ever bought me flowers before."

I pull her body close to mine and kiss her deeply. I plan on taking it back into the bedroom, but she stops me.

"Marcus, I'm just on my way out. I have to go somewhere. But I'll contact you later, okay?"

This is not at all the way I thought this scene would go. I was hoping to fuck her into the afternoon.

Instead, I get suspicious. Katy never dresses up. Why does she look like that? And where is she going? She's being so secretive.

I know I shouldn't, but I decide to follow her. I'm becoming a little bit paranoid because of the threat to my bank. I'm also becoming paranoid that maybe I'm not the only man in her life.

What if she's meeting somebody...another guy?

That thought angers me more than knowing she's planning to rob my business. I feel a sense of jealous control, and somehow I find my car following her.

She gets in a cab and I follow behind at a safe distance. I need to know exactly what Katy's up to.

Her driver drops her downtown, and I park little ways down the street before catching up to her on the sidewalk. I need answers.

I grab her arm a little too roughly and say, "What are you doing, Katy? Why are you so dressed up? And why did you leave me hanging at the apartment like that?"

She looks startled to see me and is also upset. "What are you doing here, Marcus? Did you follow me all the way down here? What is wrong with you?"

"I need to know what you're doing, Katy. I want to know where you are at all times, especially if after the danger we faced yesterday."

"You want to know what I'm doing? Fine," she says angrily. "You can follow me. I'm buying something from someone, that's all."

I'm relieved to hear that she's not hiding another man from me. But now I'm intrigued as to what exactly she's buying.

We walked to a little shaded area and before I know it's happening, three policemen show up and arrest both of us.

It's an obvious setup.

I've never been arrested before, but I know Katy certainly has. She escaped from jail on our first meeting after all and left me with my cock out.

She doesn't seem fazed as we ride in the back of the cop car together.

We're both in cuffs, and I secretly wish it was only she who was restrained, lying naked across my bed. I have not yet had the opportunity to do that with her, but I imagine her spread out, open like a little flower for only me. And I imagine her unable to resist.

Katy starts laughing at the situation, and it makes me laugh, too. Both of us arrested at once...at least I'm with her. And at least I know she's not with another guy.

Once we get to the jail, I'm allowed my one phone call and I call my lawyer. I know he'll get me out of here soon and that he’ll also fight for Katy.

On the phone, my lawyer says, "It's too late to post bail tonight. The courts have closed. So, Marcus, you're gonna have to spend at least one night in jail. I hope that's okay."

I look at Katy in the jail cell and think it will definitely be okay as long as we're there together.

They put me back behind bars, and I'm with her. Apparently being with her is all I need. I could be in jail or on top of the world—it wouldn't matter as long as I'm with Katy.

She's standing at the bars, possibly thinking of a way to escape, I don't know. But I come up behind her and tease her with my giant cock.

At first, she's reluctant. There are guards everywhere. But after a while, she puts her hand on my shaft and it throbs for her.

Luckily, evening falls at the perfect time. Most of the lights go out in the jail, and Katy and I can continue our little tryst.