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You fluffed the pillows on the couch, your anxiety translating into cleaning. Things had been weird lately. You weren’t sure what was off but something was.

You smoothed your hands down your dress, and walked into the kitchen. You couldn’t stop your hands from moving. Checking on your dinner would calm you a bit.

You saw a flash of headlights through the kitchen windows. It was late for anyone to be visiting. You went to the front window, pushing the curtain aside just enough for you to peek into the driveway.

Nothing.

Maybe someone had used the driveway to turn around?

You shrugged and returned to the kitchen. Puttering around and checking your soup. This meal was going to be perfect. Five courses, a beautiful bottle of wine, everything was exactly how you wanted it.

You took off your apron and washed your hands, deciding to set the table while you waited for everything to be done.

When you entered the dining room, you saw a figure in the shadows. You couldn’t quite make out their face, but the stance was one that was unmistakable to you. You let out a shrill scream and dropped the plates and cutlery in your hands, shattering the glass.

The tall man slinked out of the shadows, with a gun raised in your direction. “You wanna tell me what’s going on here Suzie Homemaker?”

You shivered and took a step back. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for, and now you were paralyzed. You had planned and planned for this moment, and yet still, here you were with your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“Speak. Now.” He leaned forward across the dining room table, letting his full size show. You knew he was intimidating, but this was something unlike anything you had seen before.

”I - uhh…” you cleared your throat and tried again, “I’m sorry. Lloyd, I know this must be quite a shock for you. Honey, I’m here to take care of you.” You smoothed your hands down your dress, and took a few steps towards the mustached man. “I see how hard you work, and I know that things are so tough right now. You have to know how much I care about you, don’t you sweetie?”

Lloyd’s eyebrow quirked up, and he stood back to his full height. He motioned for you to go on with the gun in his hand.

“I made you a wonderful dinner, I know you’ve had such a long day. Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll bring it out for you.” Your smile turned a little manic as he smirked at you.

”Oh yeah, no I don’t think so Buttercup.” Lloyd strutted around the table and placed the gun under your chin, tilting your face up to his fully. “Here’s how this is gonna go: You’re gonna go clean up that horrendous smell in my kitchen, and then you’re gonna get the fuck out of here before I make you. Got it?”

You let out a sweet giggle, before reaching up to cup Lloyd’s cheek. “Honey, don’t be like that! I made all of your favourites. I even have something special planned for dessert.” You winked at him and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Please baby,” you whispered against his lips, “I worked so hard for you.”

Lloyd’s eyes narrowed, you could see him running through all the possible situations in his mind. “I have to make a few calls. Do. Not. Leave.”

With that he turned quickly and left to his office.

You went to the pantry and grabbed the broom to sweep up the broken glass. After the mess was cleaned up and the table was set, you set about putting all your work into serving dishes. You had to impress Lloyd, this was your only shot. And if the man wouldn’t eat your dinner, you were sure there were other ways to persuade him.

When you returned to the dining room with your final dish, you saw Lloyd sitting at the head of the table. You pasted a broad smile on your face, “You ready to eat Honey?”

Lloyd snorted, but didn’t say a word. You served him some soup and salad, then served yourself before sitting.

“Wine?” You asked.

He only shook his head. He was staring at you, the look in his eyes one you couldn’t exactly read. You nervously played with your napkin, the feel of the cotton soothing you slightly. Suddenly Lloyd smirked, “Come here.” He held his arm out towards you.

You stood on shaky legs, this wasn’t going at all the way you expected. But he wasn’t throwing you out, so you followed his direction. He perched you on the edge of the dining room table. “Alright Sweetcheeks, let’s do some real talk shall we?”

You nodded dumbly, not sure at all where Lloyd was going with this.

”I’m going to ask the questions, and you’re going to answer them. Lie to me, avoid the question or do anything I deem suspicious,” He trailed his gun between your thighs, “Understood?”

You nodded again, but at his stern glare you cleared your throat, “Yes Sir.”

Lloyd smirked and dragged the gun closer to the apex of your thighs, “Great! What are you doing here?”

You gave him a perplexed look, you’d already told him this. You sighed and answered, “I told you Honey, I just want to take care of you, I love you so much.”

He hummed, “And how long have you been watching me?

You drew in a harsh breath, you had to answer. “Six months.” You hung your head, as tears started to gather in your eyes. You felt Lloyd press the gun into your soaking wet cunt, but instead of fear a jolt of arousal ran through your body sending shivers up your spine.

“Eyes up, Buttercup.” When you returned your gaze to Lloyd’s you saw mischief dancing in his eyes. You hiccuped on a sob as Lloyd began teasing you with the muzzle of the gun.

“I-ngh-I’m sorry.” You tried to bite back the arousal spreading from where Lloyd had his gun pressed against you.

He drew it away, and brought it to his own lips sucking on the tip and humming loudly. “From the crazy in your eyes, I knew you’d taste incredible.”

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After discarding your jacket and shoes haphazardly by the front door, you flopped yourself onto the large sectional in the living room. All you wanted was to get clean and go to bed. You heard a muffled swear and something breaking in the kitchen. Ugh, Ransom was probably trying to cook, again.

You sauntered in to see the kitchen looking like a bomb went off. If the appearance was anything to go by, it looked like he had used every single bowl, cup, spoon and even plate in the house.

“Ransom, what are you doing?” You heaved a sigh and placed your hands on your hips.

He gave you a crooked grin as he looked up from the broken glass on the floor. “I wanted to surprise you. Ah shit.”

He had cut himself on the glass, distracted by your entrance. You rushed over to look at his hand, nothing a band-aid wouldn’t cover. You turned on the faucet and let the water run, while shoving his hand underneath. “Don’t move.” You instructed.

You went into the bathroom to get the first aid kit and blew out a breath. You appreciated Ransom trying, but you could see all the clean up you were going to have to do. And then he was gonna pout about how tired you were. Just a few more days.

You brought the kit back to see Ransom drying off his hand. You placed some anti-septic cream and then band-aid on his wound. “I thought I told you not to move.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

He chuckled and pulled you against his chest. “And how often do i take instructions well?” You laughed and swatted his chest. “Alright, alright, do you want to see your surprise?” He looked so eager and proud, but nervous at the same time. His energy had sparked some of yours back to life. You nodded eagerly.

He spun around and went over to the fridge. He made a big show of pulling the fruits of his labour from its depths. You quickly cleared some space on the counter, pushing some of the dirty items into the sink. Ransom placed a beautiful dessert tray on the counter. At first you frowned wanting to scold him for dirtying everything and then buying you something. But when you looked closer, you could see it. Ransom had made every single treat on this tray.

It was overflowing with brownies, and various fruits dipped in white and milk chocolate. What looked like a cream cheese dip, with mini cinnamon rolls. Chocolate chip, M&M and sugar cookies with icing. All of your favourites, lovingly made by the man in front of you.

You must have been silent for too long because Ransom started shuffling his feet. “It’s all edible, I swear.” He looked down and brought his hand up to rub at the back of his neck.

“You did all this for me Ran?” You couldn’t hide the wonder in your voice, causing Ransom’s head to immediately snap up to look at you. “This must have taken you all day.” You were smiling from ear to ear.

“You like it?” There was pink tinging his cheeks, it was rare to see him this vulnerable, but you soaked up the moment.

You walked around the island so you could come face to face with him. “Are you kidding? No one’s ever done something like this for me before. In fact, I think I know the perfect way to say thank you.”

At Ransom’s bewildered expression you dropped to your knees, innocently blinking up at him. “Will you accept my thank you?” You traced your hands up his thighs, but his hands stopped yours. He was smirking down at you and shaking his head.

“I have a much better idea, that I think will satisfy us both.” He pulled you to your feet and spun you towards the hallway. Gently nudging you from behind towards the bedroom. Your brain finally caught up to what Ransom was trying to indicate and you practically skipped into your shared bedroom and began stripping down. You turned around to see Ransom placing his hard work on the table by the closet. When you raised an eyebrow you got a mumbled, “so we can enjoy later.” In response.

After that, Ransom was on you. He swept you up in his arms and carried you to the bed. Once he had you arranged exactly how he wanted you, he stripped out of his sweater and pants, standing before you in only his boxers. You made grabby hands towards him, and he chuckled at your eagerness quickly showing his boxers down and off.

He crawled over top of you and smiled as he leaned down, “Let me take care of my girl today, tomorrow you can go back to taking care of me.” He captured your lips in a kiss that stole your breath. You giggled as he parted nodding. He trailed open mouth kisses across your jaw and down your neck stopping to nip at your collarbone. He then trailed kisses down to your breasts, burying his face in between them before licking a stripe up one, while he pinched and kneaded the other. He drew your nipple into his mouth teasing the bud with his teeth and tongue. You moaned and threw your head back at the sensation. His fingers a rough contrast to the way he lovingly treated your nipple with his mouth.

He switched to the other breast, swapping to give the first on the rough treatment of his fingers as he sucked and scraped. You could feel the wetness that had started to gather between your thighs in the kitchen flowing from you now. You thrust your hips up, trying to get some friction where you needed it the most. Ransom seeing your plight, took pity on you and kissed his way down your stomach to the apex of your thighs. He sighed in contentment before pulling your lips apart and licking a stripe from your leaking hole to your clit. You arched off the bed and your hands flew to his head, directing him to where you wanted him most. Ransom happily followed your lead, sucking your clit into his mouth while he teased your entrance with two of his fingers. You could tell you wouldn’t last long already, your grip in his hair growing tighter and tighter by the second. He slipped down to tongue at your sloppy entrance while his fingers danced along your clit.

You groaned, “Ran, I’m so close, please.” You knew he loved when you begged, since it was a rare thing for you to do. His eyes shot open, and you could feel the smirk on his face as he looked up at you. He pulled away, and began rubbing circles on your clit, “Your wish is my command Kitten.”

He dove back in with a new vigour to his movements, clear in his intentions to have you coming on his tongue and fingers. He alternated between sucks and rubbing your clit and within minutes your orgasm raced through you. You moaned his name and arched your back, waiting for the aftershocks to pass. He eased you through with his fingers and then crawled his way up your body. You cuddled him close and kissed him drowsily. “I think you take instructions perfectly.” You quipped at him.

He groaned and buried his face in your neck. “Just promise you’ll try some treats before you pass out on me?”

You woke up to the sound of something rustling. As you blinked away the fog of sleep you realized that the sound was someone rummaging in your kitchen. You sat up stock straight in bed, fully awake. You felt your heart beat race in your chest as the rustling got louder, closer maybe? It was starting to sound more like frustrated searching.

You looked to your bedside table for anything you could use as a weapon. Of course you had left your phone charging in the living room. Your mom was always telling you to be more thoughtful about having your phone nearby. You could hear her voice in your head now as if she was right in front of you. “The city is no place for a lady to be alone. You have no idea who could be lurking in your building! You promise me now you’ll keep your phone on you at all times.”

You huffed as the closest thing to a ‘weapon’ you found was a particularly high heel you planned to wear this weekend. What the hell were you supposed to do with this?

Suddenly the noise in your apartment stopped. Silence was all you could hear. Maybe the burglar had given up that you had anything good?

That hope was quickly dashed when the door to your bedroom swung open with a bang. Instinctively you curled in on yourself and held up your hands. Cowering beneath your blanket.

“There you are pumpkin!” You knew that voice. But it couldn’t be…

You peeked up at your midnight intruder. “Lloyd? What, what are you doing here?” He didn’t answer just looked around your room, searching for something, you still weren’t sure what.

Your boyfriend had broken into your house in the middle of the night. Not only that but,

“Wait, Lloyd, oh my God. Is that blood? Are you hurt?” You were up and bounding over to him before you could stop yourself. Checking over his face and arms. He had clearly been in a fight. Lloyd preened under your attention, but quickly stopped your efforts to check him over.

“I’m fine. You got a first aid kit around here?” He scratched at the back of his neck as he continued to look around your bedroom. He seemed paranoid, like he was afraid there was someone lurking in the shadows.

You pulled him back into the living room and sat him on your sofa as you ran to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. This was all so odd. You and Lloyd had only become serious recently, and you weren’t even that serious. You hadn’t even given him a key to your house.

As you walked back into the living room, to see Lloyd lounging on your sofa the thought echoed in your mind, you hadn’t even given him a key yet. “So uh babe, what happened?”

You approached Lloyd cautiously, suddenly concerned that there was so much more to the man you were dating than you ever realized.

He squinted as he looked up at you. The joyful expression at seeing you having faded into something much more sinister. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” He huffed, snatching the first aid kit from your hands. You flinched, as ice cold fear started to drip down your spine. Lloyd had always been so loving and kind, the man in front of you seemed completely different.

“It was a bad day at the office, Pumpkin.” He had turned his charm back on, as he cleaned and bandaged the wounds on his hands. He winked as he finally looked up at you. His face fell once again as he saw the terror written clear as day across your face. “What baby? You really thought that I was just an investor? You gotta know by now that was a line.”

The hurt flashed across your face, “Lloyd, what’s going on? Are you in danger? And uh how did you get into my apartment?”

He smirked as he stood, towering over you. “Oh Pumpkin, you really are gullible aren’t you?” He stalked into your kitchen, pulling himself out a glass and filling it with some of the whiskey you kept around for when your dad visited.

Your mind was spinning. But you still couldn’t put all of the pieces together. Lloyd wasn’t who he said he was, he broke into your apartment, and now he was staring at you like an animal ready to devour its prey.

“I think you should leave now Lloyd.” Even though you tried to be strong, firm, your voice came out with a wobble.

Grinning like a Cheshire Cat Lloyd sauntered over to you, “I don’t think so sunshine. I think you’re my prize for a bad day. And you’re gonna show me all the ways you can take care of me aren’t you baby?”

You gulped as he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you close. The look on his face left no room for argument. And judging by Lloyd’s injuries, he was likely the winner in his fight. You did not want to test him tonight.

“I’m sorry babe. You know me, I get so squeamish. I just got scared.” You were proud that you were able to keep the tremble out of your voice.

Lloyd was proud that you were doing exactly as he said.