Beautiful Prey: The Storm Series (10 page)

           
After logging onto the call girl website, she uploaded a picture and completed
her profile. After ten minutes of listening to her teammate’s protests, she
looked up and saw Natasha leaning against a file cabinet looking lost and out
of place. Sargent Banner had walked out of the room without giving her any
instructions. Victoria stood and walked over to her.

           
“Hey, Natasha.
You should ride with me and my partner
so that you can learn the ropes.” Victoria suggested.

           
Natasha looked grateful as she nodded in response. Victoria looked over at
Steve and said, “Come on, big man. Let’s go hit the street.”

           
Four hours later and halfway into her shift, Victoria was strutting up and down
Madison

Avenue
with Steve and Natasha eyeballing her from a hidden location when a white
pick-up truck pulled to the curb. The driver honked the horn, and Victoria
walked over to the truck’s passenger side window. The window lowered, and the
smell of alcohol smacked Victoria in the face. Inside the truck was a small man
with dark hair and eyes.

           
She rested her elbows on the window seal and smiled. “Hey, baby.
You looking
to party with me?”

           
He wrinkled his forehead and Victoria realized that he didn’t speak English, so
she changed direction.
“
Hola
papi
.
Quieres
ir
de fiesta
conmigo
?”

           
The man seemed clearly relieved, but Victoria knew that it wouldn’t have
mattered if she was fluent in Spanish or not. He would have just used hand
gestures instead.

           
He responded.
“
Hola
sexy.
Cuantro
para
cojerte
toda
la
noche
?”

           
The man’s breath was searing Victoria’s nostrils, so she decided to make the
deal because she couldn’t hold her breath any longer.
“
Cuantro
crees
que
vale
una
buena
chocha
?”

           
The little man thought about it for a few seconds and said, “
te
doy
cien
dólares
.”

           
This cheap motherfucker wanted to fuck her all night for a hundred dollars.

           
She agreed to his offer of a hundred dollars and secretly signaled for Steve to
send in the take down units. Once the man was in the back of a squad car,
Victoria returned to her corner.

           
Ten Johns and a whole lot of paperwork later, Victoria was sitting in the
parking lot of her apartment building trying to gather the strength to get out
of her car. Negotiating with men over the going rate for sex had exhausted her.
Since she’d worked so late, she had to cancel her plans to cook dinner for
Jack. She looked at her apartment building and thought of how much she wished that
she was at Jack’s penthouse being pleasured in his bed. She couldn’t believe
how much she missed him. They’d been texting back and forth all day, but it
wasn’t enough. Victoria wanted to be under him. She mustered the strength to
get out of her car and she walked toward her building.

Just then, she could have sworn that she heard something
behind her. Victoria slowed her steps and looked around. She couldn’t help the
feeling that she was being watched. She’d had that feeling all day but she
shrugged it off because, of course, she was being watched. It was Steve’s job
to watch her. Now she was in the parking lot of her apartment building and her
police instincts were telling her to watch her back. She reached into her purse
and retrieved her weapon. She walked towards her building with her nine
millimeter plastered to her side. She unlocked the entry door and headed up the
stairs to find Mrs. O’Malley. When Victoria reached the top of the stairs, Mrs.
O’Malley was standing in her doorway wearing her signature scowl. She studied
Victoria for a few seconds and walked into her apartment and slammed the door.
Victoria was grateful to be home. She was too tired to care about the mean old
lady, so she walked into her apartment. She dropped her bag by the door and
headed to her bedroom to get ready for bed.

           
She was shuffling through her dresser to find a t-shirt and a pair of panties
when her phone rang.

           
It was Dante. She was curious to hear what he had to say, so she answered,
“Yes?”

           
“Hey,” he said.

           
Irritated, Victoria repeated, “Yes?”

           
“Victoria, we need to talk.”

           
Victoria tried to figure out why he was calling now, after all that they’d been
through. “Dante, what exactly do we need to talk about?”

           
“Us,” he responded.

           
“Dante, there is no
us
. I’m tired.
I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she said before disconnecting the call.

           
 Without further thoughts of Dante, Victoria jumped in the shower and went
to bed thinking of how much she wished that she was in Jack’s bed instead.

CHAPTER 15

 STORM

It
was one o’clock in the morning. Jack eventually gave up on trying
to sleep
, so he decided that he’d go into his home office and
do some of the work that he’d ignored all day. He couldn’t stop thinking about
Victoria, and he didn’t understand his reaction to her. He knew that he was
becoming possessive and overprotective. He also discovered from their run
Sunday that he couldn’t stand other men looking at her with eyes filled with
lust.

Jack had sailed into unchartered territory. He’d never felt
so much for a woman before and he didn’t know what to do with the feelings that
he was having. Leaving Victoria Sunday night was extremely hard for Jack. It
took every ounce of will power that he had to keep from turning his car around
and dragging her from her apartment. Dinner on the yacht was perfect, and she
had agreed to be his. So he wasn’t happy about her not being in his bed. It didn’t
help that her scent lingered on his sheets. Jack would have to explain to
Victoria exactly what “his” meant. She still hadn’t mentioned the fact that she
was a cop, and Jack wondered why. She had opened up to him and shared
information about her family and friends. She spoke extensively about her
passion for the Sickle Cell Foundation. And to Jack’s surprise, she even told
him all about her cheating ex-fiancé. He didn’t understand why she was
secretive about her profession. Although Jack thought law enforcement was an
admirable profession, he couldn’t help wishing that she had picked another
career. Victoria being a cop was starting to be a major stress factor for Jack,
and he worried about her constantly. She’d cancelled their dinner because she
had to work late.

Earlier that afternoon, Jack sat in his home office
accomplishing absolutely nothing so he decided to give up on work and find his
lady. He drove to the same spot where he saw her for the first time. Jack
spotted Victoria and parked a half a block away because he didn’t want her to
think that he was some kind of stalker, even though he
was
. Victoria was leaning into the passenger window of a white
pick-up truck wearing a tight pink dress that was entirely too short. Jack
wanted to run over to her, throw his suit jacket over her half-naked body, and
drag her kicking and screaming to his place. Jack was thinking of ways to
convince Victoria to take a desk job when, all of a sudden, there were lights
and sirens coming from every direction. Police cars were moving at a high rate
of speed towards Victoria, so Jack immediately returned his attention to her to
see if she was in trouble. They quickly surrounded the pick-up truck and a
handful of cops jumped out with their weapons aimed at the truck. Jack could
feel his heart beating all the way in his stomach. He was beginning to panic.
He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white and stared down
the street. He couldn’t see Victoria through the chaos, so he jumped out of his
car and started running in her direction. She suddenly emerged from the small
crowd, so Jack stopped running and ducked into a doorway. When she turned her
back, Jack hurried back to his car. He watched the officers put a small man in
the back of a squad car and drive away with the other police cars following.
Victoria returned to her task of sashaying up and down the street.

He decided that he couldn’t take it anymore so he pulled
away from the curb, did a u-turn, and headed in the other direction. Jack was
certain of one thing: he wasn’t about to trust the police department alone to
protect what was his. He decided to call John. He knew that he wouldn’t be able
to get any work done, so Jack didn’t bother going back to his office. He
decided to go to the gym. He needed to clear his mind and figure out why he was
so fixated on Victoria.

After hours in the gym, Jack looked at the clock and it was
one forty-five in the morning. Working out hadn’t worked. Victoria was still on
his mind. Jack couldn’t focus on spreadsheets or accounting reports. He wanted
to see Victoria, but she’d never invited him into her apartment. Jack went back
into his bedroom and threw on a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. He was tired of
the phone calls and text messages. She had said that she was his, and it was
time she learned what that meant. He stepped into his running shoes, grabbed
his keys, and walked into the elevator. Jack had no intention of sleeping
without Victoria that night. When the elevator stopped, Jack walked into the
garage and over to an Audi. He slid into the driver’s seat and backed out of
his parking space. He was going to Victoria’s, and he wasn’t going to call and
let her know that he was coming. Jack didn’t want to give her the chance to say
no. He drove for ten minutes before he arrived at Victoria’s apartment
building. He turned into the parking lot and parked. He saw movement from the
corner of his eye so he turned to see what it was.

It was just some guy getting out of a
Camaro
.
Jack hopped out and headed for Victoria’s building. He stood in the doorway and
searched the doorbell list until he found Victoria’s name. He pressed the
doorbell and turned around to survey his surroundings. He noticed a black
Cadillac Escalade with tinted windows sitting at the exit of the parking lot.
Jack figured that they were waiting for someone to come down, so he turned and
pushed the doorbell again.

“Yes?” Victoria’s voice indicated that she had been sleeping
and she was clearly irritated.

Jack spoke into the intercom. “It’s Jack. Can I come up?”

“Umm, yeah.
Second
floor to the right,” she said through a yawn.

The door buzzed, so Jack pulled it open and entered the
building. He turned to make sure that the door was locked when he noticed the
black Cadillac pulling off. Jack turned and started walking up the stairs. When
he arrived on the second floor, he was greeted by an older woman instead of
Victoria.

The lady narrowed her eyes at Jack and said, “It’s two
thirty in the morning, young man.” Jack smiled at the lady and she actually
started batting her eyelashes.

Jack responded, “Yes, ma’am. I know it’s late. I’m sorry.
Did I wake you?”

The old lady smiled. “No, I’m a night owl.”

She was still smiling and batting her eyelashes when Jack
heard Victoria clearing her throat behind him. He turned to find Victoria
standing in her doorway with wild hair wearing a Bears t-shirt and tiny shorts.
His pants instantly got tighter. She was glaring at the lady with a confused
look on her face. Jack turned back to the lady, who was now frowning at Victoria,
and smiled.

“Goodnight,
Mrs
....”

“O’Malley.
Goodnight, dear.”

Jack nodded and smiled before turning to enter Victoria’s
apartment. Once inside, Jack looked around her tiny apartment. The walls were painted
in warm colors. Her leather sofa was a soft brown and she had bright red throw
pillows. Her home was warm and welcoming, as opposed to his white walls and
cool colors. He heard the door close behind him, so he turned to Victoria. She
was beautiful. Jack walked over to her and pulled her into his arms.

He wondered why he missed her so much, but yet still
confessed, “I missed you,” as he kissed her forehead and pulled away. He turned
and headed down the hall in search of her bedroom. Victoria followed him,
turning lights off along the way. When he found her bedroom, he entered and
started removing his clothes. He remained in his boxers because it was late and
Victoria had to get up in a few hours. Jack had no intention on keeping her up
any longer than he’d already had. He climbed into her bed and held the sheet
open for Victoria. She leaned in and gently kissed his lips before climbing in
next to him. Jack pulled her to his chest and wrapped her in his arms.

“I missed you too,” she whispered.

Jack ignored his near painful erection and fell into a deep
sleep. Deep sleep was only accompanying him for a few hours before he found
himself floating in pleasure as the warmth of Victoria’s mouth surrounded his
cock. She wrapped her soft lips around his shaft and sucked him deeper into her
mouth. Jacks dream took a sweet turn when Victoria began twirling her tongue
around the head.

“
Mmm
,” he moaned.

Victoria wrapped her fingers around his shaft and took it
deep into her throat.

“Oh God,” he moaned. He began to feel pressure building in
his balls. She sucked him in and out of her mouth while using her hand to
expertly stroke his cock.

“Ugh. Yeah, baby,” he growled. Jack jerked from the bed and
opened his eyes when his cock hit the back of Victoria’s throat.

Startled that he wasn’t dreaming, Jack looked down and found
Victoria on her knees, ass in the air, with her beautiful lips wrapped around
his cock. She tightened her grip and aggressively sucked and stroked the entire
length of his hard-on. Jack fisted her hair and lost all control. He raised his
hips from the bed and started fucking her mouth. Jack’s balls tightened and he
began to pant.

 “Ugh Fuck! Fuck, baby! Ugh! Baby, I’m
gonna
cum in your mouth!”

Victoria’s pleasure-filled moans and the slurping noises she
made sent Jack over the edge. He slammed his head back on the pillow and
exploded. Jack’s cock pulsed hot cum into her mouth.

“Umm,” she moaned her approval and swallowed.

When Victoria licked Jack completely clean, he was tempted
to jump from the bed, run out, and
buy
her a ring.

He was breathless. “Damn!”

Victoria climbed up his body and lay on top of him. She
planted a tender kiss on his lips.

“Good morning,” she said smiling.

Jack simply responded, “Yes.”

Victoria laughed and climbed off him. She went into what
Jack assumed was a bathroom. Jack sat up and looked at the clock. It was five
o’clock in the morning.

“Damn, she gets up early,” he muttered to himself.

Jack was beginning to feel guilty for waking her last night,
but he thought back to the awesome blow-job that she’d given him and all guilt
was washed away. Jack heard the shower running and he had the beginnings of
another hard-on, so he decided to join Victoria.

After a very erotic shower, Jack and Victoria were dressed
and sitting at the kitchen table having coffee. Victoria energetically spoke
about an outdoor musical concert that she was putting together for the Sickle
Cell Foundation. She said a local up-and-coming vocalist had volunteered to perform,
and sponsoring businesses were donating items to auction. Her passion for
charity was contagious and, in his mind, Jack was putting together a list of
donations from Storm Enterprises.

“Oh damn! I
gotta
go,” she said
before gulping down the rest of her coffee. Jack finished his coffee and took
her cup. He rinsed both cups and placed them in the dishwasher. Victoria
grabbed a gym bag, tossed it over her shoulder, and opened the door.

They entered the hallway and the door across the hall
opened. Mrs. O’Malley stepped into the doorway. Jack took notice of the woman’s
hateful glare towards Victoria before she turned to him.

The old lady smiled at him and said, “Good morning.”

Jack ignored the hateful old lady. He grabbed Victoria’s
hand and led her down the stairs.

“Is she the hall monitor?”

Victoria laughed and pushed through the door. They exited
the building and walked through the parking lot to her car. When Victoria led
him to the
Camaro
that Jack saw last night, Jack
grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her away from the car. Victoria looked up
at him with confusion in her eyes.

“Is this your car?”

She nodded her head, still confused.

“Give me your keys,” he ordered.

While handing him her keys, Victoria asked, “What’s wrong?”

Jack grabbed her keys and walked over to her driver’s side
door.

“What’s wrong, Jack?”

Without answering, he unlocked the door with the remote and
looked up at Victoria.

“Victoria, I saw a man getting out of your car last night. I
didn’t know at the time that this was your car.”

 Victoria’s eyes widened.
“What?!
What did he look like?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t pay that much attention. All I saw
was a figure in the dark, but I could tell it was a man.”

Jack turned back to her car and looked in the window. There
was a piece of paper on the dashboard. Jack pulled the door open and got in the
car. He turned the ignition and started the car. Jack prayed that the car
didn’t explode and blow him to pieces.

Apparently Victoria was worried about the same thing, because
she started shouting, “No! Jack! Wait!”

But it was too late. Jack had already turned the car on. He
stepped on the gas pedal and heard the roar of the engine. He turned the car
off and pulled the paper from the dashboard. Jack got out of the car and walked
over to Victoria.

“Was this already on your dash board?”

Victoria shook her head. “No.”

 She took the paper from his hand and unfolded it. It
read: See what you made me do?