Fuck him.
Fuck the house.
No one will fuck with Sophia.
No one but me.
12
Sophia
Tox is breathing evenly. He’s been for a good twenty minutes now. He’s asleep, and we’re in my bed still. I’m curled up on his chest, and the steady, strong beat of his heart might’ve been enough to lull me to sleep except for one thing.
I know that Tox won’t be the only one hired to kill me.
I’ll have to disappear for the time being.
It’s just as well I have a lot of money saved up.
The only question is… where should I go? Oh, and what should I do when I get there? I've become very adept at creating fake papers, and I know a guy who can make a driver's license. Assuming a new persona isn't that hard, but I want a completely new one. I can't run the risk of using one of my known aliases. None of them are known known, but it’s not worth it. Yes, that’ll mean I can’t leave right this very second, but I can be gone away in a few hours.
Tox’s arm is draped across my bare back, and I can’t think as he sighs in his sleep, which causes his hand to sweep across my ass. I wait for his fingers to tighten, for him to grip my ass, but he doesn’t. He’s still asleep.
Maybe I can linger a bit, stay here in bed with Tox where it’s nice and safe and warm. The idea of leaving him here in my house isn’t exactly the best of notions, but I’m not sure I have a choice. I’m not going to have someone who was offered a job to kill me. I mean, he accepted that job.
Instead, he let me buy him off.
By sleeping with him.
From the beginning, I knew he wasn't like most guys. He was easy to talk to, and I didn't mind his company at all. More than once, I thought of him after that meal, and I might have dreamed about him once too. It wasn't a sex dream. I remember that much, even if I can't recall any other details.
There was some kind of… something between us. I'm not sure what it was, but what we just shared… I've never experienced anything like that before. I'm not a virgin, but I only ever orgasmed once before with a guy, and that was mostly because during doggy, I reached down and rubbed my clit. The guy even asked what I was doing, and I told him, but did he reach around to take over for me? No, he was too busy holding onto my hips and forcing them at an angle that felt weird for me but that he clearly enjoyed. It wouldn't have been as if he would've had to rub my clit for long because he only pumped into me maybe five times before he was done.
But with Tox… I wasn’t with a lot of guys, but none of the others made sure that I orgasmed, and I don’t think any of them would’ve thought to make sure I came before they inserted their condom-covered…
Wait. We didn’t use a condom.
Well, that should be fine. Kurians are like Novans, from what I hear. They can’t get Earthling women pregnant easily, not without the two being in love, and the woman has to orgasm. So, yes, I orgasmed, but we aren’t in love. I won’t become pregnant.
Still, normally, I’m not so much of a loose cannon. I’m more uptight than that. The first time I agreed to have sex with a guy, he thought he had a condom on him. He didn’t, so we didn’t. We never did, actually. He tried to tell me he would pull out, and I told him he could go ahead and pull out the door because that was a hell no.
Yes, even though I’m an introvert, if you push me, I’ll push back. I’m quiet, not a doormat, and I will stand up for myself.
Speaking of standing up, I should stand up right now.
Heaving a sigh, I start to pull away from Tox. He turns his head toward me, and I bite my lower lip. When he grabbed my hand to have me cross out the words, I stopped breathing. I didn’t know what he wanted, and then I saw those three words.
I want you.
And something in me told me to just go for it. Why not? After that talk with Ines, I already started to think about Tox in a different light. I hadn’t intended to jump on his bones right away, but Ines would be proud of me. Still, I’m a little shocked by what happened.
Shocked and happy.
But also alarmed. If Tox is being watched to ensure the job is done, then when it’s eventually discovered that he’s failed, it’s possible the employer will go after him. A long shot, hopefully, but it remains a possibility.
My life is the one that’s definitely on the line, and I watch Tox. He’s settling again, his eyes never opening, and I manage to climb off the bed without him stirring anymore.
I quickly go to my closet. I always have a bag packed in case of emergencies, and I have all kinds of clothes for various disguises including wigs to choose from. A blond? Sure, why not. A straight cut, shoulder-length.
Then I head to the bathroom and conture to give my face a different shape, especially my nose. It’s not easy, trying to change my facial structure with shadows but also give the appearance that I’m not wearing much makeup. The point of this is for me to look unrecognizable, to be one of those people who blends into the crowd, who no one looks twice at.
Once I’m satisfied,
