"Goodnight Fredrick." Elizabeth yawned, turning over after flicking the light switch off. Her puppy, who was sleeping in an extravagant dog bed right next to her on the floor made a little whining sound as it rotated in its bed and fell asleep immediately. She smiled as she rolled over, fully taking advantage of the California king bed she had in her room like she did every night.
Elizabeth Morton was a wealthy woman, she had started her own bikini line when she was 18 years-old, making it in her bedroom at first and sharing them with her friends to model for her. It became huge, and the more she did it, the more creative ideas she discovered. At this point in her career, she didn't need to do much other than give orders and tell people how to turn her company right. It was nice being able to do whatever she wanted and enjoy the money, but success comes with a price, and she's never had the time to make a connection with someone, and now that she's in her 40's, she feared she was too late. She sighed loudly, hating the thoughts that had come to her mind this late at night. She just wanted a good night's rest before her big meeting tomorrow, and she knew that sleep wouldn't come.
In fear of waking her puppy up, she walked over to the fridge very quietly, pouring some water into her cup and sipping it as she leaned on the kitchen counter in her night gown. It was a cute pink nightie that hugged her body well and travelled to her thighs. She wished she had someone to show it to. Recently, she's been watching a lot of porn in bed by herself. She loved exploring her sexuality and learning more about what makes her tick, and the porn was making her horny all of the time, making her fantasize about every man that walked in her path, thinking about what she wanted to do to them. She had strict policies at work about employee relations though, and she couldn't be a hypocrite and do the same to them, could she? She even considered online dating, but she didn't want her information to get public, and she had no time to travel to bars- no one would be compatible with her there anyways. She'd always doubt that they truly liked her, and that they'd probably just want her for the money.
It wasn't that she wasn't completely gorgeous, she had a tight workout schedule for herself, making sure to highlight her waist and ass and make them perfect in everyway. She had a girly smile and long braided hair that went to her waist, but she assumed that most men were too intimidated to touch her or start talking to her.
She sighed loudly again as she sipped on the water. Suddenly, she heard a click sound and what appeared to be footsteps. Her heart immediately started pounding. She was sure she had set the alarm system up before going to bed, and had no idea how someone could possibly get in. "Hello?" She said out loud. The footsteps stopped.
"Hello?" She set the water down and leaned forwards, looking left and right in the dark room. She didn't see any movement. She walked slowly along the counter, her back facing the wall as she navigated around her house in the dark. She reached the fridge and turned left, travelling to her guest room as she locked the door. She leaned against it immediately, breathing heavily as she tried not to freak out. She had no idea how many people were in her house, what they wanted with her, and how strong they are- they could have weapons, and she would be completely screwed.
She wished she had her phone on her so she could call the cops. The locked door wouldn't be able to hide her much longer if they wanted to attack. She could hear footsteps again, the attacker was probably trying to find his way back out, or he thought she went back to sleep- could he be that stupid? Suddenly, the doorknob twisted- left, then right, then left again. She could see the shadow of a person under the door, and she stopped breathing. She looked around- where did she put it?
The doorknob twisted fully as the person figured out how to unlock the door, and as they did, she lifted up the golf club she was looking for from the bag and swung it hard against his head. He fell with a large 'thud.' She smiled proudly at herself.
She sat there, staring at him. She was conflicted. She did want to call the police like a rational person would do- but she was a very private person, and she knew that she could be on the news immediately the next morning, with everyone consistently asking her if she was okay. Also, no one knew where she lived, and she was sure it would be exposed somehow. If the police came, they would also ask her questions about whether he was actually the attacker- he was the one that was unconscious, after all. She would also not be able to question him, and she desperately wanted to know how he could possibly get past her security system and what he was trying to do at her house. Was he trying to rape her? To rob her? To kill her? She would never know if the police actually arrived. Maybe they could come to an understanding...
She leaned over and glanced at him after turning on the lights. He was gorgeous, she couldn't believe it- she was almost salivating. He was a few years younger than her it seemed, with a short untrimmed stubble and silky black hair that now fell on his eyes. His eyelashes fell onto his cheeks and he looked peaceful and in deep sleep. She brushed his hair aside as she looked down at him, and then shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She had more important things to do right now.
She walked to her closet, picking up a scarf that she wore in the fall and wrapping it around her arm as she started dragging him up to the guest bed. She grunted as she tried to lift him onto the bed. It took two heavy attempts, but she finally did it. Finally, she wrapped the scarf around him tight, pulling on it a few times to make sure he couldn't get anywhere. She then walked to the kitchen and picked up her glass of water, pouring it on him in one smooth motion.
He shifted a few times, and then opened his eyes abruptly. He stared at her for a few seconds, his pupils dilating fully as he adjusted to the light. "Huh?" He said, looking around the room. He tried to put his arms down but couldn't and he pulled hard, trying to get out. "Hey, release me, woman!" He screamed out.
"No." She simply said, leaning against the wall right next to the door in case he could actually get out. She wished she had something stronger to bind him to the bed, she had no idea how strong he was. "What are you doing in my house?"
"Your house? Oh sorry, I'm your neighbor and I thought it was my place." He lied smoothly.
"Fucking bullshit. I know all my neighbors and you're not one of them. I also have a million dollar security system in place, you can't just 'accidentally' get into my house without meaning to." She crossed her arms in frustration, this wasn't going to be easy.
"Ha. Million dollar system. I broke in in just a few minutes."
She raised an eyebrow. "How?"
"Secrets." He grinned, a sideways grin that lifted only one side of his lip.
"Tell me."
"No." She frowned.
"Okay, then tell me what you're doing here."
"I came to rob you, it's a rich community, and your system was the easiest to hack."
"Really?!" She was angry now. "Thieves are pathetic. Make your own living and get off your ass, if you can hack my system you're way better than this."
"Stop with the talk, you probably just got daddy's money and haven't had to work one day in your life." He replied.
"You're very brave for someone who's tied to a bed." She said, tapping her foot.
