Hollow River

1.

It was 3am and finally this guy fell asleep. Normally it didn't take them this long to pass out but he didn't get tired at all.

Not that I was complaining because it was a good fuck, actually better than anything I had for a long time.

I softly got out of bed, trying not to wake him and grabbed my clothes of the floor.
I made my way out of his bedroom and put my clothes back on as soon as I reached the hallway.

Now where would this guy hide his personal things?

I walked through his apartment slowly, carefully not to make any noise.

His apartment was pretty modern, mostly filled with black, white and grey furniture.
I actually liked it.

I sat down on the balcony for a while, looking at the lights of the harbor. Monaco was definitely one of the nicest places I've ever been in.

Maybe I could stay here for a while even though I knew it would be a bad idea.

"Time to get to work River" I mumbled to myself as I got up.

Normally guys always left their important stuff in a office of some sorts, but this guy didn't have one. He had a room were I haven't been in, but when I opened the door, there were computers and a gaming set up.

I rolled my eyes as I closed the door. I knew this guy was young but damn where the fuck did he put his cards and documents?

I looked around. Don't tell me he just keeps his documents in the living room.

I walked to the living room and tilted my head a little. He would definitely be the guy who just stored his things in a random cabinet.

It made it difficult for me, but I liked a challenge.

I grabbed my phone, putting the flashlight on and searched through every cabinet.

"Gotcha" I almost said a bit too loud. I took pictures of everything that seemed important.

"Lando Norris, F1 driver" I read through the documents. He was an F1 driver, even better because that meant he was away a lot and probably didn't have much time to check everything.

Exactly what I needed.

I snapped a picture of his creditcard, passport and remembered some other important things. Everything I needed to fake an application for another creditcard.

I closed the drawer and smiled a little.

Maybe I could stay in Monaco for a while after all. He was an F1 driver so he wouldn't be in Monaco a lot and no one would expect purchases from Monaco.

I sneaked out of his apartment as quickly as I could.

He wouldn't be suspecting anything, he would just think I was a one night stand who left in the middle of the night.

Which was exactly what I did anyways, except with a lot of money.

I felt kinda bad because he was actually nice. Most of the times I stole from grumpy rich people, but he was different.
I didn't even expect him to be rich until I saw his apartment.

What was wrong with me? I never felt bad. I shouldn't feel bad. He wasn't gonna notice it anyway, he had enough money.