Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Then the sound came again—moaning.
That had been what had woken me, and it wasn’t even the good kind of moaning.
These moans were terrified.
Then she moaned again.
I listened harder, and I could hear her thrashing on the bed. The springs of the mattress squeaked in protest with her chaotic movements.
I swallowed, thinking the worst, and then looked over at Carmen.
She was sitting up, staring at the wall, almost looking concerned.
That’s when I wondered if someone was over there with her, making her cry out.
My mind went into panic mode, and I stood up, grabbed my gun off the nightstand and then my lock picking kit off the counter in the kitchen on my way out.
Moments later I was standing outside her apartment door with Carmen at my heels.
Carmen rushed through the door the moment that it was open enough, and I followed right behind her, leaving the lock picking tools in the door as I went.
Her apartment was set up exactly like mine, but opposite. Her kitchen was on the right wall, whereas mine was on the left.
Her kitchen led into the bedroom, and that’s where Carmen disappeared before I’d even gotten all the way through the door.
By the time that I arrived at the door to her bedroom, my relief was palpable.
There wasn’t anyone in here.
She was alone, by herself, thrashing on the bed as tears streamed down her face.
The sight alone was enough to cause my entire body to freeze.
My eyes went to Carmen, who was about three feet away from the bed. She was staring at the bed like me, and she whined low in her throat.
“Let’s go,” I ordered.
I said it so quietly that at first, I wasn’t sure that Carmen heard.
But then she turned and headed toward me, slowly and reluctantly.
We made it to the kitchen when she cried out again.
Both the dog and I froze.
I looked down at Carmen, my entire body frozen solid.
“I can’t,” I said softly. “She’ll freak out.”
That’s when Carmen turned around and started to head back to the room so fast that she was nothing but a black and brown blur in the darkened kitchen.
I felt my heart knock for a different reason this time, and it had nothing to do with Kayla’s fears, and everything to do with Carmen’s reaction.
But, when I arrived at the door to Kayla’s bedroom, it wasn’t an angry Carmen that I found, but a sad one.
She was at the side of Kayla’s bed now, and she was licking her hand.
Kayla’s whimpering subsided, and she rolled over onto her side.
That was when the blanket she was using to cover her body slipped down, and her lower half was exposed.
Her very naked lower half.
I swallowed, looked down, and then turned away.
But that didn’t stop my dick from getting hard.
Nor did it stop my imagination from concocting ideas.
“Carmen,” I whispered.
Carmen turned and trotted my way, her nails clicking loudly on the floor as she did.
I winced and looked back at Kayla’s face, but she didn’t so much as stir at the noise.
Nor did she stir when we walked all the way through the kitchen, then the living room and out the door.
I locked then closed the door, giving it a test wiggle to make sure it was actually locked before I turned to head back down the hallway to my own apartment.
Thankful that we didn’t have any other people on this floor with us, I walked in just my underwear back to my apartment, slamming the door closed and locking it.
Moments later, I was back in my own bed and wondering if I’d get back to sleep tonight.
Probably not.
I already had to take medication to even get sleepy in the first place.
With the things I’d seen in my life, and everything I’d experienced, I’d be lucky to catch a solid five hours.
And, as I looked at the clock, I realized that I’d already gotten at least four of them.
It was only four o’clock in the morning, but it was good enough.
Still, I laid in my bed until five because I wanted to hear if she had any more nightmares.
I was such a loser.
The next night was much of the same.
This time, I didn’t worry about someone being in her apartment. I did, however, worry about her.
Instead of going into her apartment, I banged on the wall.
She didn’t so much as yelp.
Carmen, uncharacteristically, barked.
Still, she cried out.
I frowned.
Did this woman sleep like the dead or something?
The previous night, I hadn’t even tried to be quiet as I’d entered her apartment. The door had banged loudly against the wall as Carmen had pushed herself all the way in. Then there’d been her nails clicking on the floor followed by my own feet pounding on it behind her.
And just a minute ago, I hadn’t been quiet at all when I’d pounded on our shared wall.