"Sitter" from Taehyung's Perspective
Part 1

If you have not read "Sitter" please do in order for the story to make sense.

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"Mmnh...oh fuck."

*weird noises echo in the background. A squishing sound follows.*

"Ahh..."

*water sounds splash.*

"Ahh... Uhhhh... Fuck, that was so good."

Perverts. I know what you were thinking. My shower felt good, okay? You would moan too if this water were melting you into a relaxing comfort.

I am stressed to death, and I don't understand why, but I do. I-I kind of have a thing in about an hour, and I'm nervous. I, famed writer Vante, aka Vincent K., aka Taehyung Kim, is fucking scared to hell and back.

Why do you ask? Simple, my employee is coming, and I have to fire her.

Yeah, yeah, call me a dick, but I'm not firing her because I don't want her; well, I want her but not as an employee. I want her in other ways, and it would be unethical for me to bend her over my sofa, fuck her till kingdom come, then pay her for it.

That just wouldn't seem right, would it?

This was not my plan to, ah fuck it, fall for her, but, damnit, she's one hell of a woman.

Any woman that can handle my ass deserves a Nobel prize. The prize being me, of course, and she, oof, she can get it. She can have me handcuffed, tied, bonded, roped... Well, you get it.

She doesn't know how I feel for her, but I plan to tell her tonight. Fuck, I have to fire her and confess; what kind of asshole does that?

Me. The asshole of me.

How did I fall for someone who's employed for me? Well, I'll tell you.

In case you missed it the first time I mentioned it, I'm a writer. A very successful writer.

My content is a little, well, sexy. I write mature or what you like to call in the reading community, smut. However, I don't like that word. I prefer to say erotic . Very detailed love scenes that will make you wet or hard from the moment of contact.

Yes. I'm that fucking good.

Anyway, I'm working on a new book. It's about a psychologist who gets into this highly toxic relationship with someone who's not a client but has a connection to the people surrounding her. He stalks her. Hell, he sneaks into her apartment and masturbates in her bedroom while she's having sex in the shower with someone else.

Fucked up, right?

So why people read my stuff? Because it's fucking fire. I bet that got your panties wet.

Didn't it?

Well, imagine me as that crazy fucked up person. Yeah, that's what I thought. Go ring out your underwear, but I won't wait for you.

Moving on.

So I needed to do research. Nothing new as a writer, but I wanted to get into character. I wanted to dive into the perspective of the stalker and the stalked. I want to experience what it would be like for both characters, so I did something that sounded highly stupid initially, but then it turned out to be the best thing ever.

The best thing, because once I tell her how I feel, I'm going to fucking destroy her...*ahem* I digress. Yes, it turned out better than I imagined.

Six months ago, I put a Sitter ad out online, and in the paper, yes, I know. Who the fuck reads the paper? But hey, I needed to have a wide range of options. I got some pretty fucking weird responses too. I won't go into detail, but I will say, damn. People are crazy as hell. I'm sure they propositioned me a few times for things I won't even repeat. The responses were nuts till Remi came along.

Remi. I fucking love her name.

At first, she seemed sweet, and I thought this wouldn't fucking work. I don't need sweet. I need fire and attitude. Someone who will make it worth my while to watch. But, after inspecting her and what she wore to the interview changed my mind.

At first glance, I notice her face. Very toned. I can tell she works out and eats healthy. She takes care of herself, and that's perfect because so does my psychologist's character. Then I noticed the way her breasts perked in her white, collared shirt. She even had the first button undone, like fuck. Eyes cruising down her waist into those slim black pants she wore that showed me that ass.

That. Fucking. Fatty.

Oof, excuse me as I adjust myself. I can't afford to have a hard-on when she gets here. Okay, whew, back to Remi.

Remi. Fucking Remi. Yes. Fucking Remi is exactly what I intend to do.

Anyway, I needed to test her, so I gave her information about the job and told her I wouldn't speak the entire time she was here.

The look she gave immediately told me that 'sweet' was on the outside, but that fire in her dripped from her eyes.

Jackpot.

She passed, of course. I made her sign an NDA so she couldn't disclose any information about me. She thought it was weird. Hell, I knew it was strange. This entire operation is fucking odd, but this is what I have to do.

For research, of course.

She's stuck with me, and now six months later, I have to let her go. I just hope she doesn't go too far after tonight.

The doorbell, fuck, she's here already?

I glance in the mirror to check my look. It's simple today. A long sleeve white tee with black pants. I know she checks me out. I catch her sometimes. She tries to play it off, but she likes to look at me. I hope I'm something worth looking at because she fucking sure is.

My setup is ready. I leave her instructions on a small table in the foyer. The minute I pick up my pen and notebook, she's on the clock, and she knows it. She ignores me most, of course, but I love watching her. She doesn't have a clue the shit the runs through my mind when I watch her.

I keep having this fantasy of her and me on an island. Just the two of us, and I'm fucking her on the beach while she moans my name, and oh fuck, I'm hard again. I swear I'm like a fucking teen around her.

Not to keep her waiting, I let her inside. Damnit, she's so fucking beautiful. Her hair is so shiny, even with the mix of auburn and honey. It's so perfect against her skin, like fuck. She's a candy bar I just want to eat while it melts all over my mouth.

All over my fucking mouth. Damnit, I'm hard again.

She's wearing a cute little sweater coat with a scarf. Does she have any idea what I will use that scarf for?

She walks inside and smiles at me. I close the door behind her so that I can get a glimpse of that ass in those jeans. Holy fuck! She can make me nut on myself, and I wouldn't even be embarrassed. I would just ask for more. My voyeurism kink is speaking loud. I want to do more than just watch her walk around my house. I tried to peek in on her in the shower, but we'll save that story for part two.

Yes. Part two. I can't tell you everything all at once. If I did that, where would be the mystery? The intrigue? I need to make you sweat before I get Remi...*ahem* Anyway...

Remi's eyes wander the house, and I notice she caught a whiff of the apples and cinnamon. Yeah, I know how to set the vibe. She let it slip that she loved the scents of autumn, so what do I do, use that shit to seduce the fuck out of her. Women love that shit. When smells associate with a memory, it's sentimental. This will be an evening she won't forget.

Remi walks over to the table and picks up the list.

"Anything goes." She read it out loud.

This may give her a sign that something is different about tonight. I lift a brow and poke my lips out, curious about what she thinks. She frowns, which let me know the bit of sass she may think.

Later on, I'm going to turn that frown into parted lips and heavy breaths.

She has no idea what's waiting for her tonight.

~•end of part one•~

So, Vante's book...sounds familiar?

I hope you enjoyed this! Stayed tuned!

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