Page 8 of Dark Thirst (The Scandalous Novellas)

I find a parking spot across the street from Gaslight and watch as Sean walks into the bar, phone in hand. I use this opportunity to message him as Evie to let him know I wouldn’t show.

But what comes next is unexpected. I logged on again, but I couldn't find his page. He blocked me. Why the fuck would he do that? My chest fills with rage as I make another account to follow him. Fine. If he wants to play games, I’ll play.

I have a clear view into the bar from where I’m parked in my mom’s car.

It was risky to use this car, as I’m sure Sean has seen it before, but I don’t have one of my own.

He was so preoccupied with the possibility of meeting a stranger that he didn’t even notice his surroundings as he walked up the block.

Good. I watch as he hugs a guy that looks to be around his age with dark blonde hair and awkwardly says hi to a girl standing next to them. Who the fuck is that? I wonder to myself.

Annoyed, I hack into his account and check his messages.

Most, if not all, seem to be unread. The only thread that has been opened is the one with Evie.

I guess he doesn’t talk to any of his other followers, and I feel a sense of relief.

That girl must have come with his friend, so I calm down a bit, until I watch Sean bring her a drink and start talking to her.

Again, anger builds up inside of me and I reach into my pocket for my Zippo. Taking it out, I flip it open and closed. The sound and movement with my thumb helps calm me.

When I get stressed or upset, I have to do something with my hands, so my lighter has been what I use and focus on during those times.

Occasionally, I’ll actually spark a light and just watch as the flame burns, but I only do that when I’m completely alone.

I don’t want anyone thinking I’m a pyromaniac, but the flame soothes my soul in ways nothing else can.

After fidgeting with my lighter for a few minutes, I turn my focus back to the bar.

Sean is laughing and getting close to the blonde next to him.

It’s as if he’s completely forgotten about Evie and me.

Well, we’re the same person, but it feels like we weren’t.

I hate that he pushed me away and is now getting all cozy with another woman.

I have his apartment key with me, and it looks like he will be here for a while.

An idea pops into my head, so I start the car and head over to his place.

Fuck. I don’t know the code to get into the lobby, so I have to wait for someone to come out and open the door for me.

It doesn’t take long for a man, not paying attention, to swing open the door and walk right out without noticing me.

So, I walk in and take the elevator up to the fifth floor.

Apartment 511 is his, and the key opens the door to a dark unit.

It feels odd being here without him, especially since I’ve only been here once before.

I shouldn’t be here, I think to myself. But there’s no turning back now.

I just hope he doesn’t have cameras set up in the apartment.

I didn’t notice any when I was here, but then again, I wasn’t specifically looking for any.

Not wanting to waste any time since I don’t know when he will return, I make my way to his bedroom and flick on the lights.

Wow. It’s neat in here. I didn’t expect that.

His entire apartment is cleaner than it was yesterday.

He must have done it this morning. I’m impressed.

I always figured a single guy would have a messy place.

Well, Corey always did, and he lived with roommates.

That was my only experience with a guy living on his own.

But it seems like Sean can take care of himself just fine.

An urge to jump into his bed and wrap myself up in the sheets suddenly comes over me, but I want to see his mask collection first. There is an enormous closet on one side of the room, and I open one side of it–only clothes.

So, I open the other side and am startled when I see a Ghostface mask staring right back at me.

Fuck! I knew what I was looking for, but I didn’t expect to find an entire row of masks displayed in the closet. Again, super organized.

Here is where he keeps all of his cosplay stuff. Masks, outfits, prop knives, military helmets and vests. I feel like a little kid at a candy shop wanting to try on all these items. Wanting to feel the masks and his clothes against my skin.

Before I remove anything, one item in particular catches my eye at the end of the closet. The Anubis mask. That’s the one I want to see first, so I take it down from where it’s perched.

It’s lighter than I expected, but the craftsmanship is impeccable.

I bite my lower lip as I contemplate what I should do next, and I get another idea.

Turning around, I hop into his bed and put the mask on.

I adjust it so I can see through the eye holes with my glasses on, and then I lay back on the pillows.

Bringing my phone up into view, I open the camera and snap a few pictures, making sure I get some shots with the bed in it. You can’t see my brown hair, so I’m unrecognizable in the pictures.

I can smell his cologne or body wash in the mask and it’s making my pussy throb, so I grab one of his pillows and put it in between my legs. The urge to ride it and the need to leave my mark on his bed consumes me. So, I turn and get on my knees, placing the pillow underneath me.

Keeping my pants on, I grind my hips against the pillow.

The friction of my jeans rubbing against my clit builds up pressure in my core.

His scent invades my senses and makes me go wild.

My hips keep bucking against the pillow underneath me, faster and faster until an orgasm washes over me, making me cry out and shudder.

My breath is ragged, and I’ve worked up a sweat underneath this mask.

Wow, that was incredible. I wish I was riding him instead of his pillow, but the thought of him sleeping on it later brings a smile to my face. So dirty and so wrong. But I like it.

I want to send him the pictures I took from a throwaway email to fuck with him, just to see how he would react, but then I get an even better idea to go along with it.

I get up, put the pillow back, remove the mask, and get out of his bed.

Closing the closet doors and straightening out the sheets, I make my way out of his apartment with the mask in hand.

I’m taking this with me as a souvenir of sorts. I have to go back to school next week, so I don’t know how this all will play out, but I will definitely have some fun before I decide to return the mask, or not. It will all depend on how well he plays along with me.