Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Look, I’ll sleep on the floor. I just want someplace clean and quiet, where I don’t have to worry about someone strangling me while my eyes are closed.”
“Who says I won’t strangle you,” I joke, but Aspen doesn’t find me funny at all.
With a huff, she tries to turn away from me once more, but I wrap my arms around her and drag her into my apartment. Surprisingly, she doesn’t fight me as I bring her inside and close the door behind us.
Once I release her and the blanket falls away, I realize her clothes are wet and dirty. “You do smell a bit like sewage. Maybe a bath first?”
“I’d love a bath, actually,” she says absentmindedly while taking in the apartment in awe. “I’m sore from last night.”
“Ren’s room is over there.” I point at my best friend’s door. “My room is that way, and I’ve got a bathtub in my bathroom.”
“Thank you,” she whispers and starts walking toward my room. I follow her with my gaze glued to her ass. Her pajamas are soaked, and the thin material clings to her skin and doesn’t hide much.
By the time we get to the bathroom, my dick is painfully hard, and only the stench coming from her keeps me from pulling down her pajamas and sinking into her warm cunt.
“Take a bath, use whatever you need. I’ll find something for you to wear while you clean up.”
I rush out of the bathroom before she peels her wet clothes from her body. I know if I don’t leave now, I won’t be able to stop myself. Plus, I have something to do before I can enjoy having Aspen at my disposal.
Back in my room, I flip my laptop open and check the video feed from earlier today. I rewind to the spot where the janitor comes in and starts fixing the shower. I don’t find him doing anything suspicious, but again, I know little about repairs. I’m about to close the laptop when I catch the guy lingering in Aspen’s room after he seemingly fixed the shower. I already didn’t like the guy, but my hatred for him grows exponentially as I watch him open Aspen’s drawers. His meaty fingers dick through her underwear until he finds one he likes. He picks it up and brings it to his nose before shoving it in his pants pocket.
I don’t know why his act enrages me this way. So what? He’s an old pervert, stealing some college girls’ panties. He isn’t the first, and he won’t be the last guy to do it. I should let this go; it’s not like Aspen would ever find out. No actual harm was done. I really should just forget about this. I should… but I’m not going to.
The thought of that lowlife having Aspen’s panties to jerk off with leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. One I won’t tolerate.
Once again, I’m glad I studied the layout of this place, and I know where everything and everyone is. That’s one thing my father taught me, know your surroundings, always. Closing my laptop, I listen to the running water in the bathroom and decide I’ll make the quick trip to visit the janitor right now.
A few minutes later, I’m exiting the elevator onto level C, which houses all the staff. The hallway is mostly empty, but I know the small apartment the janitor is staying in and head straight toward it. When I get to the door, I lift my hand and start banging my fist against the metal until I hear a grumpy voice coming from the other side.
“Jesus, stop already… I’m coming.” The door swings open, and an angry-looking man greets me on the other side. “What the fuck—”
I don’t let him get more than that out. Stepping into his space, I shove him backward, pushing myself into a small apartment. Clearly, I woke him up. He isn’t wearing anything but a pair of old shorts, his face has red creases on his skin where he laid, and his eyes are still foggy with sleep.
Recognition sets in, and his anger disappears, turning to fear. Closing the door behind me with a kick of my foot, I turn my full attention to the man in front of me.
He might be twenty years older than me, but I’m taller, more muscular, and most definitely better trained in fighting. He doesn’t even see my fist coming until I hit his cheekbone with bone-crushing force.
With a pained grunt, his head snaps to the side, and before he can recover, I follow up with a left hook to his chin. His eyes roll back, and his whole body goes stiff. Like a rag doll, his body crumbles to the floor, his head hitting the hardwood with a loud thud.
I wake him with a swift kick to the kidneys. He looks around, disoriented, cradling his stomach in pain. When his eyes land on me, his face goes even paler.