Free The Predator by Chris Taylor

confused about her about-face. She’d been furious with him over his dig at her son’s paternity the day before and yet less than twenty-four hours later, she’d agreed to a truce.
    Her mixed signals were doing his head in and he hated the way his traitorous heart had leaped in joy at the scrap of kindness she’d offered. It was pathetic. He was pathetic.
    He didn’t know what he was trying to prove by inviting himself into her domain. It wasn’t fair to either of them. It did his pining heart no good at all to have her within reach but completely unattainable.
    Maybe he was being conceited? Maybe she couldn’t care less that he was there. She’d managed to move on with someone else and have a child. The Alex he knew, or used to know, didn’t give her heart out freely. The bloke must have been pretty darn special or she wouldn’t have given him the time of day, let alone created a child with him.
    Irritation washed over him and he cursed long and loudly. It was over between them. She’d moved on. She had a life of her own. She had a career, a home and a son. She had everything she wanted.
    And that didn’t include him.
    He should never have requested the transfer. There were plenty of people who needed him. Plenty of units that wanted and would appreciate his help. Alex wasn’t one of them, despite her peace offering.
    It was time to let her go and to accept once and for all that what they had together was over. He’d suggested friendship and she’d even baulked at that.
    How many ways did she have to tell him, show him? It was over. They were over.
    All he had to do was convince his heart.

 
    CHAPTER NINE
     
    He stretched in his chair and languidly stroked his semi-hard erection, his gaze fixed on the screen in front of him. It was late Friday night, his favorite time to play. The weekend spread out before him, with all its glorious possibilities and he didn’t have to show up to his dead-end job for two whole days.
    He’d rushed home to his apartment, pushing and shoving his way through the crowds of commuters, all anxious to start their weekend. Impatiently, he’d unlocked his front door and stumbled into his hallway.
    Dropping his bag to the floor, he’d made a beeline for his bedroom and with a few quick movements had brought his computer to life. With fingers flying over the keyboard, he’d logged into his favorite chat rooms. It was only then that his body relaxed and the familiar promise of pleasure coursed through him.
    He was home—in his favorite place in the world. Surrounded by dewy, sweet little girls who thought he was funny. Who thought he was cute. Who were so, so eager to please.
    And better still, who wanted to meet him.
    He thought of Lady G. He’d been chatting to her for weeks before she’d posted her photo. Finally, he’d had a face to put to the girl he’d been grooming.
    She’d looked at once warm and familiar and just the type he enjoyed. More than that, she was opening up to him. Up until now, they’d mainly talked about school and movies, but tonight, she’d told him about her girlfriends and their netball team. Anticipation surged through him. Slowly, but inexorably, he was drawing her in. The game was on.
    His cock hardened and his breath came faster. His hand pumped the engorged flesh. His balls tightened in anticipation. With his gaze still fixed to the screen, he gave a yelp of relief as Lady G came online.
    Sticky, white fluid pumped out of his cock, covering his hand in wetness. He collapsed against the chair and savored the last of his orgasm. His body filled with joy.
    He reached over to the nightstand and tugged out a handful of tissues from the box that sat there and wiped his hand and now-flaccid cock. Tossing the tissues to the floor, he drew his keyboard closer and began to type.
    Hey there, gorgeous. I was just thinking about you.
    The reply was halting and he smiled. Lady G was not a good typist.
    I’m glad. I’m always thinking about you.
    So, are