The Stranger Behind Chapter 18: YOU NEED TO SEE THIS

Chapter 18: YOU NEED TO SEE THIS

Abigail

"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!"

I groaned, burying my face deeper into my pillow. mories of last night ran through my head and my toes curled just from rembering the pleasure. God, it had been worth it though. Finnegan was a freaking beast.

"Wake upppp," Annette drawled, tugging at my bedsheets.

"Go away, Annie," I mumbled, pulling it against .

"Nope!" The mattress dipped as Annette bounced onto the bed. "It’s past noon, babe. You’ve been dead to the world for like twelve hours."

Twelve hours? What the hell?

I peeked at the room with one eye open. Sunlight stread through the curtains, way too bright for my liking.

"What ti did you get ho?" I asked, my voice husky with sleep.

Annette laughed. "Around eight this morning. You passed out cold. Like, I had to check if you were still breathing." She poked my shoulder. "Last night was that good, huh?"

A grin spread across my face despite the exhaustion in my bones. Opening my eyes fully, I threw my hands up and stretched, arching my back, feeling every delicious ache in my muscles. "You have no idea."

"Oh my gosh, details!" She grabbed my arm, shaking . "I need details right now or I’m going to explode!"

A giggle slipped past my lips. I sat up imdiately, while suppressing a wince. Yeah, I was definitely going to feel Finnegan Wolfe all through the next week.

Thank God it was Sunday. If I had had to drag myself into work today, I couldn’t even imagine how that would be possible.

"Let’s just say the man I t last night," I licked my bottom lip, "...fucked my brains out. Thoroughly."

Annette leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief "I need the how, the where-"

I curled my lips in mock disgust. "Ewwww, You’re insatiable."

"Says the girl who just got railed in a sex club." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Co on, Abby, Spill."

I bit my lower lip, heat creeping up my cheeks at the mory. His hands. His mouth. His cock... oh sweet lord Jesus.

"He tied

up," I admitted and Annette’s jaw dropped.

"Shut up."

A giggle slipped from . "Girl I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take his cock, I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that."

"Holy shit." she squealed. "I told you going to the club was going to be amazing!"

"That’s not even the best part," I leaned closer, lowering my voice. "It’s Wolfe."

The room went so silent, if a feather got dropped to the ground, it would make a deafening sound. Annette’s eyes were wide as saucers as she whispered.

"You’re kidding?" her fingers dug into my arm so hard I yelped. "Are you fucking kidding

right now?!"

"No I am not,"

"Your boss?! The ice king himself?! That Wolfe?!"

"The one and only. I would know that body anywhere, Annie, especially after he fucked

on the plane."

She sat back, looking dazed. "Your boss fucked you at a sex club. Did he know it was you?"

"You think if he did, he would still fuck ?" I laughed. "I had to change my voice and stuff and then my mask almost fell while he was fucking

and I almost died from the panic,"

I told her about how Finnegan fucked like so savage beast. The way my head thrashed and the mask shifted with each thrust. I had to bury my face in my arms to keep it from falling off completely.

"Jesus Christ," Annette breathed. "That’s... that’s actually terrifying... and hot. Terrifyingly hot?"

"I knowwwww," I gushed, slapping my palms over my face. "Drake could never,"

"Drake who?" Annette scoffed in disgust, flopping on her back beside . "Please do not contaminate this sacred mont by ntioning that swine. I didn’t even know your boss went to places like Sanctuary."

"Neither did I." I lay down beside her. "He’s always so cold at work, but at the club..." I bit my lip. "He’s a different person."

"Ooh, you have to co next opening day." Annette clapped her hands excitedly in the air. "If Wolfe ca once, he might co again. And you-" She poked my chest. "-need to be there when he does."

My heart raced at the thought. I could have another night, another chance to feel him inside .

Another risk of getting caught. Maybe I shouldn’t be too greedy and just treasure this one night with him? But I would be around him every single weekday, seeing those arms, that cold face, knowing just how he looked when he had his cock sucked, his growls, his grunts... his pleasure.

How could I not want more?

"Oh I’m so jealous," Annette’s whining dragged

from my thoughts. She threw her hands up. "Do you have any idea how badly I want to know who Zeus is? Like, I’ve tried everything, Abby. Every hacking trick I know. And I still can’t get into Sanctuary’s database to find out his real identity."

"You tried to hack the club?"

"Of course I did!" She looked offended that I asked that. "But their security is insane, you’d think it was run by the governnt. Whoever runs Sanctuary does not fuck around with mber privacy."

I had to admit, that was kind of impressive and reassuring. If Annette, who could hack into pretty much anything, couldn’t break Sanctuary’s system, then my secret was probably safe. I just had to find a way to secure my mask and practice a different voice before the next opening day-

"Wait." I sat up suddenly. "Speaking of hacking, what about tracking down who sent that package?"

"Oh yeah that," She mumbled.

We had written it off as a prank, probably Drake being a dick, trying to ss with my head after the breakup.

But sothing about it nagged at . Drake wasn’t that smart to co up with a prank like this.

"I’ll get right on it after breakfast," My best friend mumbled. "Should be easy peasy, whoever sent it probably didn’t cover their tracks well."

After a good hot bath, and breakfast,

I spent the afternoon sorting through emails on my laptop. My body still ached, but I was less sore than I was when I woke up this morning. Every ti I shifted in my seat, I felt Finnegan’s hands on my thighs and the mory of his cock stretching

open.

My pussy clenched and I winced at the soreness. Shit.

I was halfway through responding to a client’s email when Annette appeared in my doorway, her face pale like a ghost.

My stomach dropped. "Babe? What’s wrong?"

She walked over slowly and sat down beside

on the couch. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the laptop, a look of horror plastered on her features.

"You..." She swallowed hard. "You should see this, Abby."