Leo
I'm going over Elena's case in my office. There’s stack of paperwork because I’ve been researching every angle. It's all I've been able to think about and I’m just combing the documents, trying to find a handle on the thing.
If this case wasn’t my obsession, I’d be taking a more methodical approach. More effective. Instead I keep spinning my wheels over everything because I’m practically hot around the collar, my blood boiling whenever I think about Elena in danger. I’m going to solve this case. Find this fucking stalker. One thing's for sure, when I find the guy, I'm going to beat him to a pulp myself. This will never happen to her again. My protective instincts are always on. I know I have to close this case, and I have to do it soon before something else happens. I wish I could be by her side every second, like some sort of personal bodyguard. I’d do it and it’d make me feel better too. Not to mention, I don’t want to be anywhere but near her. I’m like some lovesick girl, but you can forgive that, right? You know how I feel about Elena.
Whenever I think about her my cock begins to harden, and I just can't get enough of her. My single-minded need to catch this stalker is only interrupted by how much I want to wrap my arms around Elena. I want to put my mouth on every part of her perfect goddamn body. I want all the misery she’s endured to melt away. I want to be her protector and her refuge.
Elena has me completely taken with her, and it's something I'm not used to. I fuck ‘em and forget ‘em normally but with Elena…that will never be enough. I don’t want to just fuck her, I want to possess her and make her mine.
I have fucked so many women, but none like Elena. None of the women I’ve fucked have ever been so sexy to me, so goddamn mesmerizing that just the thought of her naked body makes me want to pull my cock out in the middle of a police station. I find myself reaching for my keys to drive to her, reaching for my phone to text her. This is some high level obsessive shit. I cringe thinking that her stalker must think they have similar rights to her…but I want to protect her from that asshat. And I’m not delusional to think that Elena wants me, too.
It's not just how sexy Elena is that makes me want her so much though; there's something sweet and authentic about her that I love. Yeah, I used that word. That’s how you know shit is real. I can hear Bobbi laughing about how obsessed I am. Bobbi knows a thing or two about being caught up on a girl, and she knows the difference between the lust and the love situation.
Shaking those thoughts from my head, I drop all the papers in my hands, frustrated from seeing all the same shit over and over again and having nothing new to say. I want to see her again but the how is not just because I want to drool at her on sight. I wish I had some sort of evidence to present to her. I want to prove to her how capable I am and not just be a creep showing up for no reason.
I better find a lead soon. As soon as I find this guy I'm gonna beat him to a pulp, and then I'm gonna take Elena and fuck her so hard that she will never think to look at another man. She is the only girl I want now. Plus, I saw the way she was looking at me before, and there's something there. I could see it inherently in her eyes and posturing. Yes, she wants me too. If we don’t work out and become something real, the truth is I'll be devastated. I've never had my eye on the prize like this before. I hope she returns the affection, but I can't be sure. God, if she wants me back for more than just this raw attraction we have, then it's on. I will take her and never look back. I will get this thing between us wrapped up and locked down...well, not like goddamn Barry. I clench my fists for a second thinking about how that prick could marry her and then make it his fucking holy mission to keep her miserable and shame her for everything about her. The 1950s would be so proud, but I want to slam him and this stalker through a damn wall.
Elena could be a girl I fall in love with, and that's a huge statement coming from me. The fact that I even admitted this to myself is big. I mean, I know I can tell you, but fuck doing that means I’m saying it to myself and it has my eyes wide open and holding my breathe. Damn, how did I get here? How do I get free of this purgatory where I feel so strongly for her and I just can’t reach out and have her? I should resist any major moves on her…I mean she’s still divorcing fucking Barry and she has a stalker. Just…fuck.
You know what? I know that I have to go see her… now. I'll make up some excuse and just drop by on Elena. She needs to know that I’m thinking about her, I tell myself…but really you and I both know I’m just being totally fucking selfish. Well, I’m not going for the best of humanity award here. Elena’s the only prize I want. For her to let me know that she’s thinking about me.
Yeah, I guess I’ve become so fucking hooked on her that I’m thinking cheesy shit like that. I’m laughing on the inside, and I’m pulling out my phone with that thought.
I text her to find out where she is while not giving away my true motivations.
Leo: You there? You okay?
She replies almost immediately—a good sign.
Elena: Yes. Hi, Leo. I'm doing good, better than last night.
Leo: Good, I'm glad to hear it. Where are you now?
Elena: Oh, I'm at my office getting some work done.
Leo: Okay, I just wanted to check on you. Stay safe, and call if you need anything, Elena.
Elena: Thanks :)
Now that I have a handle on where she is, I'm formulating a plan in my mind to go see her. I want her to know she can trust me and that I've got this thing down. I also just need to see her smiling, gorgeous face before my cock gets so hard that I'll explode.
I grab my keys and head out for my squad car, letting myself wonder what she looks like today and what she's wearing. She’s at her office so she’ll be in her work clothes, something sharp and sexy that’s all don’t fuck with me, but makes me into some kind of caveman that wants to peel off every layer and taste the sweetness under her clothes. My imagination reels with the fantasy of showing up at her office unannounced, and she’s so excited and turned by my vigilant shield over her that she pulls down my pants and blows me right there in the office. So I haven’t gone far off the cheesy deep end if I’m thinking about her plump lips wrapped around my cock, right?
Okay, I see the look you’re giving me.
We established already, yes, I have it bad, damn it!
And after that I would take her over the desk and she’d be purring, crying out for more of my attention. Man, I never have fantasies like this. Again, I know I'm definitely hooked on this woman. Elena’s got me all wound up in knots for her, and I know that’s fucking everything I could want in a woman. When I thought I wanted to settle down, I must have been right, because Elena is everything that could take me off the market forever. I know she’s got one shitty marriage heading into her past, but damn I want to be her future. I want to offer her a better future.
As I turn my squad car in the direction of her office, I actually get nervous. Whoa. That’s never happened to me. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m cocky. I had my cock in some waitress’s mouth when we met, after all, and I cared nothing about that whole situation. That was a regular end of day ritual for me. Or beginning. Or middle. I would fit in something random and meaningless whenever I wanted. Women throw themselves at me.
So now my pulse is racing and I feel a little twinge in my stomach. I am actually confused with myself for a moment.
But I have to think about this. What am I going to say to her? Where will this thing begin? As I think about her, there's just one thing I don't understand… How did she, this perfect goddess, end up with a dirt bag like my brother, Barry? That'll never make sense to me. She’s way too good for him, and I’m so glad they're getting a divorce.
I head toward her office and realize I'm being unprofessional by mixing business with pleasure, but I really don't care. For one thing, Elena makes me want to break all the rules—my rules on work, my rules on love, everything. And if I can have her then I really wouldn't care what the rest of my life looks like. I only need her. I hope she sees it that way and doesn't view me as some jerk working on her case when I start hitting on her. I hope she desires me in return and knows my motivations are true. I want to have her and catch the perp who’s ruining her life.
I also have another intention. I need to ask her some more questions about that bad date that she had. Dario… somebody. Just thinking of her dating another guy makes me fume. I feel so possessive of her already. She's mine and no other guy better lay a finger on her or even think to date her. That guy, Dari-something, sounds like a total loser, and I swear to God if he's the stalker, then he's going down. I will never let up on him even if he gets out of prison. Darius.