I'll never tire of being in a Mercedes.

The black interior matches my general attitude in life: moody with a penchant for technology.

The feel of his leather seats and the fact that I'm on my way home, to freedom, has me in a very good mood.

I'm not entirely pleased that Marcus just introduced me as an acquaintance. But then again, he also said we're exclusive. I'm happy about the latter fact, and I decide to ignore the acquaintance comment.

I naturally don't want to be more invested in him than he is in me, so I let the comment go like I don't care.

It's been a long night and an equally long day.

If I was gonna be in jail with anyone, I'm happy it was Marcus. He definitely made it worth my time. Thus, I felt no need to escape even though I so easily could have.

I can't get the fact that he called us exclusive out of my head. While I make it a rule not to date anyone for a given length of time lest they get too close, I find that I break all my rules for Marcus.

It's not like I'm dying to have a label or to get married or anything, but we've never talked about where we stand. Our relationship has been purely based on sex. And I guess I just wanted to know where his head was at.

Now I know.

It's a good thing he's in it for the long run, but I can't say the same for myself. It's hard for me to trust anybody. Growing up as an orphan has left a poor and lonely landscape inside my soul that I find is only appeased when I take charge of my own life.

I had to learn to be scrappy, to fight my own battles, and to earn my own food and shelter. Those walls of independence that took me so long to construct do not come down easily.

But if there's one person I'm gonna let into my life, it seems like Marcus is the right choice...if only for his mesmerizingly hot body and huge cock.

By helping to deactivate the bomb situation and by being there at virtually every turn, he's proven himself worthy of my trust. At least that's what I'm hoping for.

I've never been so excited to see my old building as he rounds the corner. It may be dilapidated and not the nicest place to live, but it's mine.

He stops the car in front and pulls me in for a tender kiss. I'm reminded of last night and just how good it feels to have his thick shaft thrusting in and out of me. I want him now, just as I want him always. He's too good to be true.

"Bye, Marcus. Thanks for the jail time," I say cheekily, pulling away from his amazing lips.

He kisses my hand. "You made it worth it, Katy. I'll see you later."

With that, he speeds off and I'm left to my own devices. I feel kinda bad that my black market shopping trip landed Marcus in jail. It's a good thing he knows me so that I can wipe his record clean. The judicial system is not hard to hack.

I get to my place, immediately undress, and take the longest shower possible. I need to wash the jail off of me. I think of Marcus touching me and the way it sends shivers down my spine. I start to masturbate in the shower, and I imagine it's him in here with me and that he's got me pressed up against the wall, dominating me with his hard cock.

It takes all but a minute of envisioning this for me to come. And I come hard, multiple times.

When the mere thought of a guy can send you over the edge so easily, it's a sign...that's he's a fucking god in bed.

I get out and drip dry before pulling on my black silk robe. I've got work to do.

Being with Marcus has thrown me off my cause. I haven't stolen money for a while now, and people are suffering. So even though I don't exactly have the right equipment, I can still try to infiltrate the systems that I have targeted.

It occurs to me as I log in and there are no available chat rooms with people for me to commiserate with and to exchange tips with, that I'm alone again. There are no fellow hackers to talk with, there's no Marcus here, it's just me.

I like being alone. I even prefer it. But ever since knowing Marcus, I also like being with him.

I miss his company already.

I've been hacking for a few years now and I should be able to get this done without the best equipment. It's gonna be harder for me to do, but I'm always up for a challenge.

The bank I've had my eye on for a while is called Pinnacle Financial Group. It's one of the largest banks in the country, and I know that I can steal from them and it won't even matter because they're overflowing with money.

I make myself a pot of hot tea and start to browse around the website. It's gonna be a long night hacking into a new company by myself and transferring the funds properly.

I've had my eye on these guys for a while because I know that they recently fired a lot of employees for virtually no reason. The people are out of work, and they're angry.

There's been rumors of protests going on in front of the bank. I think these people deserve to be compensated well, considering the people at the top make so much money and that it's undeserved.

I fish around on the website because I like to be familiar with the company before I go into their system. I look at all the details and everything looks normal.

But then just before I move to the online system, I notice the page where you can see the other executives at the bank. It might be nice to have faces to match the names. I might as well know whose lives I'm about to ruin.

I open the screen, and guess whose familiar face is at the top?

It's Marcus...my Marcus.

His ruggedly handsome face is staring at me from the screen. His name is listed as Marcus Hall even though he introduced himself to me as Marcus Layman.

I freeze because I can't believe what I'm witnessing. Marcus has been leading me on this entire time because he knows I was out to get his firm. Everything with him has been a hoax, fake, not even real.

This is quite a blow for me considering my fierce, independent nature. The minute I let up and started to trust that life was giving me my dream come true, I'm snapped back to reality by the pain of a knife in my back.

First I got pummeled by the people in the chat room who turned out to be insane bomb terrorists, and now I find out that Marcus isn't even real.

Here's a guy I've been with many times. Here's a guy that I could truly fall for. And it turns out he's been spying on me since the beginning.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hurt. In fact, I'm crushed.

I'm so upset that my body's shaking involuntarily. I can't seem to find a calm within the storm.

Just to be sure, I go to the website that lists his activist organization. I need to investigate it more to find out if it's even real. Maybe Marcus has a chance yet to come out on top. But as I dig further into their website, I realize that it's just a dummy site. There's no actual activity going on within it even though it looks legitimate on the outside.

I feel so betrayed that suddenly anger and fury overcomes all sense of betrayal. I want to get back at him...badly. I want to make him suffer as he has hurt me. I will inflict pain.

Whereas before I was just gonna steal several hundred thousand dollars, now my plan is to take everything from him. I want him on his knees. I want him to understand that he can't treat people this way.

I use every talent I have available in my arsenal to hack into Marcus's bank. I am so filled with rage that nothing can hold me back now. It's my mission in life to ruin this man who got me into bed and even used my body for secrets.

He wanted to know my game plan, and I damn near gave it to him. I told him I'm a hacker. I told him everything. Now he's gonna pay.

First I get a list of all the fired employees. I get their account numbers and everything I need to make this plan happen.

Then I get into the online banking system and I shut it down immediately. I steal an unbelievable amount of money and divide it between the accounts of the fired employees.

I have their accounts open and waiting to receive vast amounts of money. These people are not gonna know what hit them. They're gonna think it's Christmas. And it is...only I'm Santa.

After the job is done, I pack a bag, grab my laptop, and I leave my apartment in a hurry. I have a feeling Marcus is gonna be looking for me after this. I hope he understands that I'm not the kind of woman that you can double-cross.

I'm too good for that.

And then I'm on the run.