Richard

Playing cat and mouse with May was entertaining. It had been years since I had this kind of twisted fun. Watching someone think they were in control while I held every string, knew every secret, and anticipated every move was exhilarating.

She was out as usual, claiming she was going to the spa. This time, she’d gone alone without her driver, which told me everything I needed to know. She thought leaving the driver behind meant leaving the surveillance behind.

How naïve.

I knew exactly where she had gone. I knew who she was with. And caring for her, loving her with the kind of tender devotion she absolutely...