"Jeez, although I need pussies, is my cock that good?"

Just as he ended the call with Grace, Miles cursed under his breath, ignoring the cab driver’s strange glance and zoomed in on the location map on his screen.

’It should be around here, the next turn.’

About thirty seconds later, Miles alighted from the cab and saw a red Renault Clio parked by the roadside.

Scanning his surroundings, he noticed the other cars were parked in a driveway or parking slot so he glanced at the phone and nodded.

" Over here."

He heard a soft voice call out and saw a feminine arm waving through the window of the red vehicle.

Miles pocketed his phone and walked towards it.

Knowing who it was inside, he didn’t bother with courtesy and opened the driver’s side door.

"You’re here."

Miss Emily hummed as she rubbed a lip gloss over her lips while staring at the small hand-held mirror.

"Hmm." Miles nodded, humming in response as he glanced at her

"He sure has a good taste. Damn, that bastard."

Miles mused, his eyes ravenously taking in every inch of her appearance with a desire to fuck her right here and now.

Miss Emily wore a short white satin mini dress with a deep V-neckline and thin spaghetti straps. Almost every breath of her skin was exposed, the ample view of her firm cleavage and nipples creating a vague outline as it pressed against the thin fabric.

Her toned slender legs were also exposed up to her thighs, looking ravishing and spiking his desire.

With the push of a single wind she might as well be naked, unless she wore something between her thighs.

"Do you dress like this every time you two meet?"

Miles couldn’t help but ask, piqued as he feasted on her appearance.

Feeling a little chilled by his gaze, Miss Emily involuntarily shuddered for a split moment before she recovered.

She covered the lipgloss and clapped the mirror shut.

" Well, not really. It depends if he wants to take me out or wants us to have sex."

She forced out a smile at the end and her eyes secretly lowered to his groin . Tasty for the big monster that was resting within.

Noticing her secret glance, Miles showed an intrigued smile.

"Why play modest? You could have just said when he wants to fuck you. Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed to be a whore?"

Furrowing his brows, he let his eyes convey his intention.

In response, Miss Emily bit her lips softly before shaking her head in refusal.

"To put it that way would be an exaggeration. Not everyone is like you." She swiftly said, turning away from him.

"Oh." Miles’ grin widened, leaning forward, he stretched his hand and held her chin.

Tilting her head towards him, he rubbed her lips with his thumbs.

"Imagine if you taught while wearing this. I’m pretty tempted to fuck you right here you know?"

Miss Emily didn’t say anything, silently avoiding his gaze while showing no restraint.

Seeing this, Miles shook his head and let go.

"What a whore."

He said, turning on the car’s engine.

" One final piece of advice. Dig everything you can from him and hide it safe because I have something in mind for you."

Miss Emily froze and nodded quietly, a hint of foreboding in her heart as to what it meant.

[...]

After a five minute drive, Miles halted before the estate’s security checkpoint.

However, in contrast to the strict verification procedure upheld in Greenville Estate. The security here was extremely lax.

The moment the guard spotted Miss Emily, he broke a knowing smile and let them pass without asking anything.

Stunned, it took a moment to realise that Kelvin must have paid the guard in order to avoid Miss Emily’s visit from being registered in their system.

’That means they’ll probably delete the CCTV footage of our visit. Kelvin, what a smart fellow. Unfortunately, this could also cost you your life if I want it.’

Hiding his vicious thought, Miles drove past the guards.

"Remember, you said you weren’t going as far as murder. If Kelvin asks how you got in. I’ll say you threatened to ruin our secret and kill me."

Finally revealing her worries, Miss Emily reminded him.

" You don’t have to worry. Just tell me when we get to his house."

Miss Emily nodded in response and pointed forward,

"Fifth block. The one with the black truck."

Following Miss Emily’s direction, Miles pulled into a secured driveway after putting the pin she gave him.

After looking around, Miles casually followed behind Miss Emily.

Watching her back view in a short satin dress, he couldn’t resist groping her little ass.

’Damn, she isn’t wearing anything under. As much as I might commend your good taste, you’ll never get a taste of this again.’

Surprisingly, Miss Emily also knew the code to the duplex.

" He likes surprises." she said to him as she pushed open the door, letting him step inside before closing the door behind him."

Stepping into the grand interior, Miles wasn’t amazed as he studied his surroundings. He also lived in a duplex. However in stark contrast to his house. This place was noticeably devoid of warmth and more of a hotel suite.

Kelvin lived alone for all it seemed, he had no mother and siblings. His father was so rarely ever present that this could be considered his house.

"Where is he?"

Miles turned to Miss Emily and asked with an even tone.

"He likes to practice, bathe and sleep after school. So he’s probably in his room. He loves it when I wake him up with a blow job, which is why he gave me his house code."

Evidently smug, Miss Emily narrated the advantage she had gained from charming Kelvin.

’Too stupid.’

Thinking of the fact that Kelvin was fast asleep and the woman he trusted had invited someone that could kill him. Miles felt the former was too senseless.

’Well, since you’re sleeping. It would be easier to tie you down first and stage a believable scenario.’