Chapter 9: Lust Attack

***Bryan***

I’m going insane. It’s over a week since I set my eyes on Scarlett Anderson. I haven’t remained the same man ever since.

Getting hard ons frequently just by thinking about her is making me lose my mind. This has stressed me beyond words.

I recalled the day I had gone with Jensen, Lois and Curtis for the condolence visit. I had fled the premises without any explanation. I had to. I couldn’t sit there having sexual fantasies about a woman I am supposed to kill.

The mere color of her skin and how pretty her face was, turned me on. I imagined how those slender legs of hers would feel when wrapped around me when I take her. Damn! This was fucked?

A knock on the door pull me back to the present, distorting my train of thoughts.

“Yes. Who is it?”

“It’s Jensen.”

I pushed the door and peeked through it. I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone. “Dude! There’s something called a call or a text. Why are you here knocking at my door on a weekend?”

Jensen stepped in pushing me out of