Voyeur - COMPLETE!! | By : RobbiesMonkey Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Robbie Williams Views: 1855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"Darlin', wait." He said trying to catch my hands.
"No." I told him.
"Wait." He said again. He struggled to hold my hands but I wanted him so badly, I couldn't stop myself.
"Katrina, wait." I froze then.
"You know my name?"
"Yeah." He answered me.
"How long?"
"Since before I left for Europe." He admitted.
"What? You knew all this time? You're an asshole." I said, throwing a playful punch at his arm.
"I did. But it was fun trying to make you tell me." He said.
"So do you know everything about me? Did a background check or something?" I asked him. He shrugged and pulled out a cigarette, lit it up and took a drag before answering me.
"Katrina Walker, 27. Never been married, has a degree in Art History from University of Southern California. Last known job, The Masterson Gallery in L.A., has one cat named Yoda. Parents, Doug and Valerie Walker. Doug is a successful plastic surgeon and Valerie is an heiress. Married in 1966, two children; Doug Jr. is 29 and is also a successful plastic surgeon and you."
"Holy shit, all they missed was my blood type." I joked. Even though I was a bit freaked out.
"A positive." He said, taking another drag.
"So you know everything about me. All I know about you is your first name and you write songs. Tell me more."
"Okay but lets go inside first." He said. We got out of the car, I went inside and disabled the alarm and we went to the kitchen where I poured some food into Yoda's dish.
"I think you shouldn't feed your cat so much." He said looking at Yoda's large belly.
"He is not fat. He's just fluffy." I said stroking Yoda's soft fur.
"Whatever." Rob said, looking around my kitchen.
"So? What's your last name?" I asked.
"Williams."
"Rob Williams, I like it. How old are you?"
"30." He answered. That was a perfect age. I thought.
"How long have you beene?" e?" I asked.
"About 2 years."
"Ever been married?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Been engaged that’s as close as I got."
"So you went back home to England? What were you doing?" I asked him.
"Hanging out with some friends, visiting my family. Writing."
"What kind of songs do you write?" I couldn't picture him writing mushy love songs.
"Different stuff mostly pop music."
"Really?e nee never heard of you. Who's recorded your songs, would I know any of them?"
"No one knows me here. And I usually record my own songs." He told me.
"Oh." I said. The guard told me he was a big deal back home, Rob was obviously wealthy, I knew how expensive houses in this neighbourhood were and he recorded his own songs. I figured he must be like David Hasselhoff, who was a superstar in Germany. Rob must be huge in England. And other than fucking lots of different women he didn't seem to have a rock star mentality.
"So how long have you been watching me?" He asked.
"Well..I noticed you when you moved in, but I didn't get the telescopeil ail about 6 months ago."
"Wow..that long." He seemed as if he was trying to recall all the things he'd done over the last 6 months.
"How did you figure it out anyway? That I was watching you."
"It started like, tingling on the back of my neck. Like I knew someone was watching, I thought maybe it was photographers, but my people couldn't spot any. And no pictures turned up in the tabloids. And then I started seeing you, everywhere. Are you disappointed that I know?"
"Well, I liked it when I thought you didn't know I was there. B hav have to admit, you have been quite interesting so far."
"Interesting? Is that all you can think of to say about me?" He asked stepping around the counter and walking towards me.
"Oh I can think of a few more." I said just as he leaned in and kissed me. I could feel the hard ridge of his dick pressing into my stomach. He let his hands, wander up my back to the nape of my neck, he took a handful of hair and pulled on it, forcing my head back, deepening the kiss. Then he stepped back from me. I frowned.
"Why did you stop?" I asked.
"Because we have to have a date before we go any farther." He said.
"A date?" I thought that was the most ludicrous things I had ever heard, after all the things we had seen each other do.
"Yes a proper date. I will pick you up tomorrow at 7:30. See you then." He said, kissing me chastely on the cheek and then turning to leave. I followed him through the house to the door.
"Is this a real date or some w sex sex thing?" I asked, unsure myself.
"It's a date. Panties are optional." He said with a laugh. Then he got in his car and headed to his own house across the street.
"A date?" I said to myself after he left.
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