Page 17 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
What the actual fuck? I’m not a crier. I’m a bloody hard-ass woman who takes no shit. But with him, all I do is cry. Maybe that’s why he friend-zoned me? Maybe I need to get back to being me. Let him see the tough bitch that I am. No fucking mental case of a man will bring me down. Good chat to yourself there, Sutton. Tomorrow we start Project: Sutton Smith V2.
Chapter 14
West
I’mhelpingthemoverswith the boxes. Sutton needs a bit of space. Plus, I think I’m being a little overbearing.
“Hey, Boss?” one of the guys calls me over to where he’s unpacking some of the boxes.
“Yeah?”
“This lady is your friend yeah? Not your girlfriend or anything?”
“Yeah, that’s right, but she’s not on the market if that’s what you’re thinking.” He can fuck right off if he thinks he’s getting anywhere near my woman.
What the fuck, West? She’s not your woman. Yet.
“No, Boss, I don’t mean that, but we packed up her house, yeah, and you don’t want to look inthatbox. She will kill you if you do. Trust me, I know what is in there, and she won’t want you to see them.
“Why? What’s in there?” I ask.Why would you tell me not to look in fucking Pandora’s box?Why would she be upset?
“Just trust me, Boss. Leave the box alone.” He smiles and winks. “Nice lady, your friend.” The two movers look at each other, smiling.
“Okay, are you done?” I’m losing my patience. I want these fuckers out of my apartment so I can look in that box.
“Yep, all done, Boss. Don’t forget, don’t look in that box. If you do, and if she finds out, she will be severely pissed at you, and you won’t be able to think straight either. See ya later.” They leave.
What the fuck is in that box?
I go back into the lounge to check on Sutton. She’s on the sofa with one of her throws the movers brought. All of her furniture is in storage, so she doesn’t need to worry about that.
I’ve paid off her landlord, so he won’t bother her again either. She’s fast asleep. She looks so beautiful. I could stare at her all day, but I have a job to do.
I don’t know why I’m acting all secretive. The movers were making a fucking bomb of noise just minutes ago, and she slept through it. I walk into the room and shut the door, leaving it open slightly so I can hear if she moves. I head over to the box and open the lid slowly. It’s like Christmas morning. My fucking pulse is racing, but I’m scared to see what’s inside. There is a towel on the top, so I move it out of the way.
Oh, Sutton Smith, you naughty girl!
It’s Pandora’s box, alright. There are a few vibrators, some flavoured lube, and something that resembles a tong. What the actual fuck. The only thing missing is whips and chains. I chuckle to myself.
As I’m processing what I’ve seen, a rustle from the living room catches my attention. I put the towel back and quickly close the box. The way it’s put back together, it’s almost like I never looked at it. But I’m never gonna forget what I saw.
The movers were right; she would be pissed if she knew I’d looked, but she’ll never know. But I do. I’ll be listening at night for that faint buzz and wonder if she’s getting herself off thinking of me.
“West? West, can I have a drink, please?” she shouts from the lounge.
“Yep, coming.”
“You fucking will be later, lady. I just know it,” I think as I walk back towards the living area. “Do you want me to show you around the kitchen? I’ve put a couple of dining chairs in here so you can sit if you get into too much pain.”
“That’d be great, thanks. I don’t want to be a burden, so I would like to pull my weight around here as much as I can.”
“Yep, no problem.”
I can’t stop looking at her. I keep imagining what her ‘O’ face looks like.
Why did you look in that box, West, you fucking tool? Now you’re well and truly fucked.
I show her around the kitchen, and we settle on a glass of wine for us both. We head back to the lounge and sit on the sofa with me at one end and her at the other. She takes a sip of the wine and moans.
