no control

• three •

We met only briefly but she reeked of good intent and hope. The usual instinct of mine to extinguish such a flame was not to be found. I didn't want to crush her, but I did want her.

Again, I found myself lost in memory of her presence. Like a devil in the presence of an angel, I couldn't help but be enthralled. A creature so opposite of myself, yet she remained blissfully unaware. Treated me as gently and kindly as she did any other.

When her eyes met mine, I felt something in my stomach. Something I never felt before. A fucking flutter or some shit.

My hands clenched at the thought. I didn't want her looking at anyone else. I wanted her devoted attention. And I didn't want any other fuckers looking at her.

Despite her best effort to appear average, dressing in plain clothes without jewelry or makeup, her beauty was magnetic. Her long, honey-colored tresses and pear-shaped figure would be delectable to any onlooker.

And yet, she just walked away from me. As if I meant nothing to her. As if she didn't feel or sense our instantaneous connection.

I was furious she didn't feel any inclination to come with me. I lost the chance to have her completely.

I thought about her ass swaying in those tight jeans as she walked down the sidewalk, oblivious to every male gaze on her.

I'd slice all their fucking throats. No one was allowed to have her or even fucking dream about having her. She was mine. From the moment she stepped into that store, her heart, soul, body, and mind were forever claimed by my shadows.

Nothing would change that now. Once I found a fixation, I was as relentless as a bull shark. I would have my angel. But first, I had to find her again.

My dumb ass let her get away. I was so aggravated by her rejection that I didn't follow and see where she went. I had naively believed my fascination with her would be short-lived. I would not allow her to escape me again.

The monster beneath this skin burned for her in a way that was never possible before. Since I was a teenager, I learned to operate without feeling. Emotion had no place in a world like mine. I couldn't afford to feel fear or sympathy without risking my life or compromising my success.

Every man knows fear but only I understood the quiet of nothingness. The emptiness didn't concern me. Luxury and pleasure were more than enough to entertain me.

I pulled myself from the window and stared at the open files on my computer. Work didn't interest me in the least as it usually did.

My mind wandered, contemplating all the things my little angel may be up to. I wondered if she was thinking of me, knowing she had at least once today.

She was rattled by my forward actions yesterday. I could read my little angel like a manual. If only she knew the thrill I felt by her attention.

My cock stiffened again. Her sweet floral perfume lingered in my nostrils like a forbidden candy. I could hardly bridle my impatience and stop myself from returning to the place we met.

I would track her down. Now was not the time, though. I had an important meeting this evening at the airport and a few people were waiting for my visit.