him at an abused animal shelter over a year ago. He was my one and only constant in life. What I saw in Minx was something I saw in myself and it instantly drew me to him. Without him, I would probably be completely off the rails. How strange it truly was that a cat could hold me to the ground, but nothing else could.
The minutes seemed to tick by causing the wait to seem longer, which was pure torture. The time it took for them to travel from wherever it was they were coming from to my home was like standing on pins and needles. I could tell myself all I wanted that I wasn’t the least bit curious about what was going to happen, but we know that would be a lie.
I scratched behind Minx’s ears and listened to his soft purr. Man, he had it made, didn’t he? Then I wanted to laugh because I showed him more affection than I did others. I was all kinds of fucked up.
With nothing but silence surrounding me, I would know the moment they were here, so I bid my time. No sooner had the thought left my mind, I finally heard the sound of someone driving up on my property. As the car doors slammed, I wondered if I should get up and greet them at the door or just sit here casually as if I were uninterested. I didn’t want to seem overly excited about human interaction, but I also didn’t want to seem completely disconnected.
The doorbell sounded, and I plastered on the best smile I could manage while getting up from the couch to answer the door. Just as my hand wrapped around the door handle, I had a second thought to just go back into my bedroom and ignore everything. Pushing that feeling away, I pulled my shit together.
Not wanting to waste another second, I opened the door. My heart sank into my stomach just as my eyes caught hers. Her dark skin was a color between mocha and a natural tan. Her hair reminded me of the night sky without stars. Her eyes were a coffee colored brown that almost matched her skin color. My eyes glided over her lips, certainly not missing the plump pinkness they exuberated. Shit, I could already picture myself sliding in and out of her mouth. My balls ached and my cock rose to attention.
Get it in check, Jared.
Time seemed to stand still as I stood staring. Zerro cleared his throat, bringing me out of my thoughts. Taking a step back, I gestured for them to come in, not feeling comfortable speaking yet. How would my voice sound after thinking about my cock in her mouth?
No thank you.
“Isabella, this is Jared. He will be your guard for a while. He knows you’re entered into the Witness Protection Program and knows to report any suspicious activity.” The air left my chest in a rush. Her name . Sparks seemed to fly between us as tension filled my body. Her name was the same as my mother’s name. I took a step back, wanting to put some distance between us, hoping maybe it would ease the ache that was starting to form in my chest. I could feel Zerro’s eyes burning a hole through my back at my hasty retreat.
With my back to them, I greeted her. “Hello, Isabella. I hope you find this place to your liking.” If Zerro wanted to glare at me, then he would have to do so at my back. I could sense Isabella’s eyes on me, but I ignored them. I would have to do so often. She was a temptation I couldn’t allow myself to ravage. Finally, I turned around making it into the living room before doing so. The second I did, Zerro seemed to unleash his fury, his eyes promising pain.
We stood in silence staring each other down.
“Are you guys okay?” Isabella asked innocently, looking between the two of us. Her words had a foreign accent to them, making me question how she knew English so well.
“We’re fine,” we both said in unison. Our stares became more heated.
“I’m just going to, um…” Her voice trailed off as she walked away to check out the house. Or at least that was what I hoped she was doing and not trying to make her escape.
“I know that look,” Zerro mumbled just as she got out