Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover

[Rinten: Dear Ray,

I know you have been busy with life and don't have the time to talk to me all the time. I was a bit sad at first, but now I feel better. As a reward for handling yourself so well. I have recreated a fantasy of yours and sent it to you.]

He looked at the message over and over again, dumbfounded that she had given him a part of her that he would have never imagined. He quickly clicked on the attachment and leaned back in awe.

She had the most beautiful brown hair that reached her waist and a curvaceous body, sinful in its very presence. He just stared for a minute before he realized what he was looking at. She was inside a library… the book shelves surrounding her were proof of that. She was wearing a white shirt with a black skirt that hugged her body… he could see every curve on her and he marvelled at how affected he was.

He was a bit disappointed that he couldn't see her face, but it was made for by the various poses she sent him.

"You've gone silent," he heard Stephen say, but his throat was parched and all of his concentration was on the pictures in front of his eyes.

In the first, she was reaching up to take out a book. She was on her tiptoes, her shoes abandoned on the side, as if she were comfortable inside the library… like it was her second home. He could see the tautness of her calf muscles and the firmness of her ass. He could see how her waist cinched under the dress shirt and how her neck looked, craned and flesh bare for him to view.

The second was of her flipping through a book, this time with glasses on her nose, which she seemed to be pushing up with the tip of her index finger. The side profile made it so that he could see her features but it was impossible for him to see how it looked. Whoever had taken the photographs had done an excellent job at it.

The third picture was of her, an apple in her hand as she leaned in to take a bite of it. Her tongue peeked out and she looked like she really wanted to eat that apple. How he wished she were looking at him like that.

And the last picture was her sitting on the library floor, her legs slightly bent and parted but nothing was revealed. She looked like she was tired after a day of work and was just lying there. But in Cage's mind, his fantasy bloomed. She would have looked just as dishevelled after he had taken her roughly against the shelves. If this was what she looked like all trussed up, he couldn't wait to exhaust her himself.

"Oh, she's sexy." His head snapped up and glared at Stephen.

"Go back," he said through his gritted teeth.

"It's Porn 101, man. Forward me those messages, will you?" he teased.

Hell no. "Don't you dare. Like hell I am. Katherine's mine. Mind your own business."

"Katherine?" he leaned over to take another peak, making Cage push his phone back inside his pocket. "She looks like a Katherine too. And you're going to keep her to yourself? What kind of friend are you…" His words made no impact.

Cage knew exactly what he was. "I'm a possessive bastard. She's… something else, Stephen," he sighed. "Beyond the looks… she just… I vibe with her. She gets me even though she has no idea who I am. There is no complication of being backstabbed by her. She's smart, funny, and sexy… She's just everything."

There was complete silence. "You're gone," Stephen whispered. "I am still looking out for her stuff. Do you want to see? I have a file on her."

"A file?" he said surprised. The other nodded. "I don't want to encroach on her privacy."

"There's some stuff that you need to know, though. She might not be as innocent as you thought she is."

"What do you mean by that?" Cage asked, offended now. What could he possibly have that would change his mind about his beautiful Katherine?

"Here," he said, pulling out his phone and sending him the profile. "This is her professional page. She is a cover artist and she has quite a lot of art on you. She's a fan." Stephen's voice was taut.

"I know. She told me that she was a fan, but she doesn't know."

"I'm glad you think that way, but I need to find everything about her for your protection. You might think this is unethical but it's my job to keep you safe, okay?" Cage nodded, knowing that there was nothing he could do to dissuade his manager. At the end of the day, he paid this man to keep his image in pristine condition.

Even though he was not interested in finding out about her through surreptitious means, he scrolled through her feed, looking at her amazing art and marvelling at her talent.

"Do you know where she lives?" Of course he did. That was the first thing he had figured out about her.

"In H city." The other guffawed.

"That close? Don't you want to meet her? Let's ask her where she lives and go down if you are so smitten."

"I don't think that's a good idea. I've barely known her for a month and she has no idea who I am. I know… it's crazy that I want her so much in such a short period of time so… I can't tell her just yet. I want to hold onto this sweet conversation for a little longer until my fame and public image comes and bites me in the ass." He looked so distraught.