Part 10 (Genre:Romantic Suspense)
A story of chances, stealing, and love inside a city & man where all hope is gone. Can one woman change his destiny? Or will loneliness take over and leave him hopeless?
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“You’re crazy, woman,” Rob said.
“In my line of work you have to be,” she snarled. “Sit over there.” briefly pointing the gun to the couch, Rob reluctantly obeyed and sat down still with his hands raised.
“I’m not trying to hurt anyone, woman,” he growled. “Put the gun down.”
“Not until you answer my questions,” she ordered, standing in front of him. “Who sent you?”
“No one! I see you at the bus stop when I’m coming home from work. I just thought I’d come by and find out why your brother is harassing me.”
“And no one told you how to find me?”
“I told you-”
“That library story is shit?” she sneered kneeing his thigh agitated. “You probably barely read!”
“Then let me prove it,” he said.
Warily, she nodded giving him permission.
“I gotta put my hand in my pocket for a sheet of paper.”
“No you don’t, I’ll do it. Which one?”
Rob pointed to his left jean pocket and slid down a little so she could dig her hand down there giving him a nice view down her shirt. His manhood had a mind of its own, standing to almost full attention descending on his thigh like a snake.
She gasped just as she yanked the paper out, but glaring down at his leg is if she really did see a deadly viper.
“What the hell is that?” she asked, pointing the gun down at his crotch.
Now he was getting pissed off. “It’s my dick.”
“Take off your pants!” she ordered.
“What?!” he incredulously.
Cocking the gun still aimed at his crotch, she said in a deadly serious tone. “Take you’re your pants and give them to me or I’ll blow whatever is in your pants to kingdom come!”
He stood up in a hurry as she stepped back to give him room, keeping her aim steady between his legs. Cursing under his breath, he opened his belt and took off his pants, too angry to be embarrassment about showing this witch his hard on.
“All of it!” she ordered, snatching the pants from him and feeling them for anything like a weapon.
“I don’t have-“
“ALL OF IT!”
He cursed some more under his breath about the trifle-ness of paranoid women as he pushed his boxers down to his knees. His manhood was still semi-hard going down just a little because of his irritation.
Her eyes widened in shock and if he weren’t so pissed off, he’d felt proud at the reaction she receive looking at him, but that gun was still trained on his crotch and he wasn’t sure if she had an itchy trigger finger.
She bit her soft sensual and then licked them as she took a sharp deep breath as her eyes locked on his nice size phallus.