Luke's POV
I have a big problem. I want to have this girl, but she turns me down every time, and I don't understand why. Every girl wants me, why doesn't she. She will be mine, luckily the tour starts soon and we have to practice together. She is hot, and loaded, once she is mine, I can spend all that money and do whatever I want. I don't want to marry her, just fuck her till I get bored of her, and spend her money. That is probably even more important than the girl itself. A couple of weeks ago, I was on the darknet, trying to find something to help me in my quest, when I saw a post about 7 missing dudes. These girls were looking for them. And I remembered that Nadja had 7 dudes with her, when I visited her at her studio. I replied to the post and they wanted proof. That wasn't difficult, I just waited at the studio, unseen of course, and when Nadja and them arrived I snapped some pictures. The girls were ecstatic when I sent them the pictures. They had finally found them, they weren't as ecstatic about Nadja, but when I explained it was the girl I needed help with, they were more than willing to help me, so we came up with a plan. It starts right after the last show of the tour. People couldn't find out right away Nadja went missing. I laughed out loud, being happy that the end goal, and Nadja, was in sight. Just a couple of weeks more and she would be mine. I've got so many things planned for us, in bed of course. She will never leave it. I'll make her love me and then I'll take all her money and throw her away with nothing.
Nadja's POV
"Dinner's ready", I yell out into the backyard. I know some of them are here, I just don't know who. After that quickie in the pantry, I took a quick shower, but I had to wait for them to leave the kitchen before I could make my getaway. Then I went grocery shopping and started dinner when I came back. All the boys were doing something, I didn't see anyone, and when dinner was ready I had to yell it through the whole house. The backyard being the last place to yell. I go upstairs and pack the essentials I need tonight and go back down. By now all the boys were seated at the table, waiting for me, not eating. "I'm sorry, but I won't be joining you tonight. I need to leave now to get there on time. I ate while cooking, so don't worry", I say sadly, a soft smile on my lips. Vere jumps up and gives me a big, tight hug, and whines in my ear, "I don't want you to go. I'll miss you", I grab his face and put our foreheads together, "I don't want to go, but sadly I must. I'll miss you too", giving him a soft small kiss on his cheek. One by one they come and hug, or kiss me goodbye. With a heavy heart I leave their presence and get in my car. I put on my favorite playlist and drive the long way to practice. Arriving, my mood got gloomier on the way, the more miles I was away from them. I definitely don't want to do this, so let's go. I get out, lock the car and head inside to the practice room. Opening the door I see Cindy and Paul, two of the show's choreographers. Luke is also here, as are Aubrey and Micheal. Oh, a dance with four maybe, hopefully. Micheal and Aubrey are nice, I just haven't socialized with them much. I greet them, and put my bag by theirs in the corner. Then I change my shoes and join the others who are waiting. Cindy and Paul explain what the plan is for some of the tour. Luke and I were expected to dance at least five of our dances. We could choose which ones, and I decided right then and there, those three dances have to have the least amount of body contact. I don't want to touch him, but more importantly, I definitely don't want him to touch me. We four would have to learn a new dance today, so I got a little happier, not just Luke. Cindy and Paul show us, with two of their dancers, the dance we needed to learn. The song used was Katey Perry's "Dark Horse", not too bad. I won't bore you with the story, but the luke-me interaction was nihil. Yes, I like it more and more. I'm being petty I know, but I can't help it. I don't trust him, he is calmer today, like he is planning something, he hasn't even flirted with me yet, weird. I stayed on my guard, but the 4 hour passed us by without an incident. After, I get tiredly in my car and drive back home, blasting the music quite loud to stay awake. When I'm finally home, I drag my tired ass inside and up the stairs. Dancing for hours makes me sweaty, and I don't like to sleep like that, so I make my way over to my bathroom. I turn the knob, and strip. I get under the showerhead and sigh in relief when my muscles relax and stop aching due to the heat of the water. My mind is so tired I don't hear a thing, I have my eyes closed, so I don't see a thing. I'm made aware of a second body under the shower by two hands on my back hugging me, placing my head on his hard, firm chest. He kisses the top of my head and rocks our bodies slightly from side to side. He doesn't talk and neither do I. I tilt my head back and look up at him, somehow I knew it was him, even before I opened my eyes. We're inexplicably drawn to each other, our souls longing for each other. "Hi Sexy", I whisper up at him, he smiles at me, "Hello minx. How was practice? Tired?" I nod, "yeah, pretty tired, but practice went well, I just don't trust Luke. He is up to something, he was different today." I stroke his back, and feel the firm muscles flex when he moves his arms tighter around me. This feels nice, and I'm a little surprised he has this inside of him. Normally he is all about the sex, not that I mind that mind-set, I love sex, so does he. Nothing wrong with giving in to urges. When my mind starts to drift off to the dirtier side of my brain, my hands trail lower and lower. When I can reach his ass, I slap it and squeeze, smiling up at him. He nips the tip of my nose with his teeth, "Naugthy little minx, watch out what you start", his hands copy my hands and I feel a slap on my ass before being squeezed by his strong hands. My grin turns bigger and my hands grab his ass firmly and pull him against me, feeling his cock against my belly. I kiss his pectorals and work my way down, slowly going to my knees. When I feel the tiles touch my knees I smile seductively up at him and then look at his hard cock, slightly twitching. My fingers curl around him and he sighs at the touch. I lick the underside all the way up to the head before tonging the slit, licking up the precum seeping out. I engulf the head and take him in my warm, wet mouth, he groans long and huskily. Hearing him get aroused by me is exhilarating, the power I have over him intoxicating. "Oh yeah, suck me", he moans, grabbing my hair and pulling my head and mouth slowly up and down on his cock, shit he took control again. Somehow I don't mind, him using me how he wants is such a turn on, I feel my pussy dripping, wishing to be filled up by him. He bobs my head with his hands and thrust his hips slightly hitting the back of my throat. I deep throated him and keep still, and I swallow a couple of times, "fuck, I'm not going to last long if you keep that up", leaves him on a husky breath, moaning in between the words. I swallow once more and pull my mouth slowly off him. His cock popping out and bouncing in front of my face, I look up and lick the after taste of him from my lips, "then fuck me good, Sexy." He pulls me up by my arms and his hands rove my body, starting with my collarbones, working his way down. Now it's my turn to moan at every touch. Lightning a fire just under my skin, making his touch burning with pleasure. When he pinches my nipples between his fingers I let out a small yelp, grabbing his arms to steady me, he smirks at me and does it again, this time I'm prepared and instead he gets a moan. One of his hands moves further down, finding my pussy and zeroing in on my clit, no teasing and it is heavenly, I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and my lips part, panting in air. I feel the start of an orgasm, and I whine, "right there, just keep going." He speeds up, and alternates between flicking my clit and thrusting two fingers in and out of me, curling on every outwards stroke. My nails dig into his skin and he groans, "are you close?", he whispers in my ear. My vocal cords seize up and all I can manage is a nod, the knot in my belly so tight it's bordering on being uncomfortable, but so good at the same time. Just before my orgasm can take me to another dimension, one of pleasure, he pulls his hands off me and turns me around, his hands slide over my back up to my shoulders and he pushes them down, making me touch my hands to the floor tiles. He aligns himself and pushes himself inside, stretching me exquisitely. He doesn't wait and thrusts his hips back and forth, hitting that special spot right away, the orgasm had ebbed away a little, but it came back with a vengeance. He can only thrust twice before he stops to enjoy my walls contracting and squeezing his rock hard cock, my orgasm washing over me, the position somehow prolonging the feeling. He rides it out completely before he starts to move again. I desperately try to catch my breath, but he doesn't build up slowly , but pounds me hard and fast. His hands hold my waist and pull me backwards with every inward thrust of his. He hits the top of my cavity, and every hit pulls a moan from me and him. Another orgasm is approaching, the knot tightening and shooting pleasure through my body. "Oh god, you're so tight, and squeeze me so good, made just for me", he moans and goes faster and faster. He doesn't know how right he is, him being my soulmate is exactly like we're made for each other. "You feel so big, and fuck me so good, filling me up just right", I moan, "come with me." He switches his thrusts up to long and slow strokes, keeping my orgasm on edge longer, promising a relief so sweet I can't wait for it. He almost pulls completely out before pushing slowly in, building up the speed. Keeping the build up steady to the point where he goes as fast as before the switch up. He spanks my ass, and my walls contract involuntarily, rewarding me with a sexy moan. "Come now", he growls and the release is instant, and the second orgasm washes over me, flushing my body with blood racing through my body, tainting my skin pink. He thrusts a few more times and the contracting of my walls triggers his own. Spurting his cum deep inside of me. The aftershocks rocking my body, making it more difficult to catch my breath, my heart beating against my chest, sounding extremely loud. I'm convinced he can hear it. He is having difficulty with breathing as well. He twitches, still buried deep inside of me. I stand up and push my back against his chest, he embraces me and kisses the side of my face. I caress his arms holding me, reveling in the afterglow of the incredible sex we just had. He pulls out of me, turns me around in his arms, burying his face against my neck, giving small kisses, sighing satisfied. I let the water wash over us for a few minutes before turning the shower off. I give him a towel and we dry ourselves, he dresses and takes me in his arms again. "I'm sorry, but I just can't get you out of my system, and crave you constantly", he kisses me, searing his lips onto mine, gasping in air, I feel his tongue sliding in and taking a quick taste. He leans his forehead against mine and sighs, "I wish you could stay", I whisper against his lips, and he smiles sadly. "Me too", he whispers. Then he releases me and turns towards the door and he leaves me standing alone, naked in the middle of my bathroom. I hug myself, and cry a little, sniffling. I shake my head at myself, he's not gone forever, just one floor below mine, and tomorrow I see him again, talk to him again. I sigh and wipe my tears and go to my bed, my big empty bed. I crawl in and shift to my side, create a comfortable spot on my pillow and close my eyes, hoping for sleep to find me fast. With my mind on the boys I drift off to dreamland, but my mind is too tired, so I don't dream, at least I don't remember it.
The next morning I slept in. I was so late last night. I get woken up by breakfast in bed and company. As I sleep naked, I drape the sheet over me to cover up, not that I'm ashamed, but I'm hungry and want to eat, and not be eaten. I devour everything he brought and he looks at me amused, "So how was practice? Learn anything new?", he asked as he reclined next to me on the bed. "Practice went well, and yes I learned something new. A dance for 4 people this time, Luke being one of the four unfortunately," I wipe my hands, being done with eating. I place the tray next to the bed on the floor, leaning over the side. When I get back up and turn towards him, he is extremely close. "You know, yesterday, just before you dropped the bomb of the tour, and you leaving sometimes, we decided to agree with your idea of spin the bottle", he whispers, his breath fanning my face, giving me goosebumps. "Oh", is all that leaves me on a breath, my eyes switching between his eyes and lips. And of course he notices and he licks his lips, grinning. "Thinking of something?", he asked, still grinning. I shake my head, clutching the sheet tighter, "nope." His hands move to my face and he caresses my cheek with his thumb. "So you're saying tonight one of you gets lucky, and you're hoping it's you?" I flirt back, nibbling my lower lip, his eyes snap to the action and he licks his lips again, "stop doing that, Angel", he growls. God I love it when they growl, sounds so sexy. "Doing what?", I ask innocently, knowing perfectly what he means, and to provoke him more I do it again. I look through my lashes at him, and I see him clenching his jaw, and balling his hands into fists. Like he has to exert an unbelievable amount of restraint. I want for him to lose it and pounce, the sexual tension rising and rising. He scoots closer and our sides are touching and his body heat is very nice. He cradles the side of my face in gis palm, his thumb stroking circles on my skin. A kiss would make this the second best morning in a while, the first was waking up in Tyler's arms. "Would you like a preview of what could happen if you're the lucky one?", I whisper in his ear, my breath hitting his ear. He shudders and groans, turning my head so he can crash his lips to mine. "Yes please", he moans against them, molding my lips perfectly with his. I gasp at the delicious friction and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue into my mouth, sucking on my tongue. I moan and grab his face with my hands and the sheet drops down baring my naked chest at him. He doesn't look right away but continues to kiss me, moaning as he does so, "I want you", he purrs in my ear before kissing his way down along my neck. He pulls back a little and his eyes travel down and focus on my bared chest. "Beautiful", he sighs reaching his hands towards my breasts. "So soft", he breathes, curling his hands around my pleasure mounds. Molding to the form of his hands, kneading. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of him touching me. I yelp and my eyes fly open when he pinches one nipple, and then the other. "How far are you willing to let me go?", he asked looking at me, his hands still, waiting for me. "Spin the bottle isn't some sort of key for you to fuck me", I chuckle, "if you want to now, you can take it." His eyes turn unbelievably dark and his breathing accelerates. He looks for a whole minute, gaze dark and brooding. He leans his head forward and takes one nipple into his mouth and tongues it, I grab the back of his head to hold him to me, scratching his scalp a little. He groans and his hands caress my sides down to my hips, taking the sheet with them exposing me more. My free hands strokes his back as far as I can go and then I squeeze and pull him on top of me, as I lay back. He follows me and hovers over me, his lips never leaving my breast. He moves his lips down over my belly sliding the sheet down more with his hands. He completely bypasses my pussy and takes the sheet completely off me, me naked, he completely clothed. Somehow it's extremely sexy, just the way he looks at me. His eyes travel slowly up, lingering on important spots, like my pussy and breasts. He sits and stares, not touching, and I whimper in need and it snaps him out of his daze and he slowly spreads my legs, pushing my knees apart. He kisses the inside of my knee, and works his way up. When he is almost at the top of my pussy, he switches legs and repeats the process. At the top he proceeds to tease me more, and doesn't touch directly. "Please, Foxy, just touch me", I whimper. I look down and he looks up, "Foxy? I like it, Angel" and holding my stare, he closes his lips around my clit and sucks. My hips automatically buck up to his face, and he smiles against me, "you taste so sweet. Delicious", he breathes on my clit, teasing again. I grab his hair to direct him and push his head down more, I need his touch. He chuckles, and resists my push, I release his head and he dives in again, licking and sucking. The start of an orgasm fills my being and I gasp at the pleasure. I wiggle my hips and he drapes an arm over me to hold me down, and pushes one finger into me. He slides as far as he can go. "So wet and sweet", he breathes again, then adding a second finger and thrusting in and out. The added friction winds the coil of the orgasm tighter and tighter. The release will be so sweet. Suddenly he spits on my pussy and the action is so unexpected, but so fucking erotic my breath hitches. The next suck and flicks of his tongue have me come on his tongue and he licks it all up greedily. He licks lazily to help me come down, my breath hitching. He sits up on his knees and starts to unbutton his shirt very slowly, dark eyes piercing mine. When the last button comes undone, his shirt falls open and rewards me with a clear view of his physic. All muscles, perfectly proportioned, flexing with his movement. He bites his lower lip and groans, "Angel, I want to fuck you so hard." I want to give him pleasure too, so I sit up and crawl towards him. I shove the shirt off his shoulders and kiss his chest, my tongue flicking his nipples, and now his breath hitches. My hands move to the button on his pants and undo it, slowly sliding the pants and boxers down over his impressive erection, he springs free and bounces up and down. He helps me remove his clothes and I make him lie down on the bed. I straddle his shins and lean my head towards his length, twitching in anticipation. I close my lips around the underside of the head on his cock and suck. It's the most sensitive spot on a cock and he groans loud and long, "ah fuck, Angel…..", his breath hitches again, because I take him in my mouth completely and he can't finish. I don't tease him and set up a steady rhythm, bobbing up and down on his hard-on. Alternating with deep throats and swallowing, his hips bucking up with every swallow. He puts my hair in a ponytail, his hand acting as the rubber band, and he pulls my head up, before pushing it down again, "suck my cock, Angel. Swallow it whole. " He pulls and pushes, moaning with every hit to the back of my throat, and I swallow again. He hisses and bucks his hips forcefully, forcing him down more. "Angel", he whines breathy, "if you keep doing that, I.....", and he moans again as I swallow him down. Out of nowhere he pulls harder and before I know it, I'm on my back and he hovers over me. His crotch placed against mine, slightly rocking his hips. I sigh at the feeling and smile seductively, wrapping my legs around his waist. He pushes in slowly, "so tight. My Angel, you feels so good around my cock, take all of me", and his pushed himself as far as he can go. He stops and leans his forehead against mine, breathing against my lips, "so fucking sweet", and I squeeze my walls around him, and he shivers and pulls out slowly. The thrust inward is hard and fast, catching me by surprise. His lips find mine as he starts to move, giving my body pleasure and I whine at the feeling, my nails scratching down his back, and he moans into the kiss. An orgasm already building within me at the pleasurable feelings shooting through my body. He sits back on his knees and grabs the top of legs, spreading my legs wider, and lifting me up a little. He's completely focused on thrusting his cock in and out of me, and he watches himself disappear. The rhythm steady and fast, long hard thrusts hitting that special spot, and every time I see stars. He looks up at me, eyes dark and lustfull, "come on my cock Angel", and at the sinfully plea, I release and the orgasm washes over us. He stops and feels how my walls squeeze his cock repeatedly. His fingers stroking and caressing my skin, helping me through my orgasm. When the walls of my pussy stop squeezing his cock, he puts my legs on his shoulders and leans forward, lifting me more, and he moves his hips, slowly increasing speed. This way he can pound into me harder, and he reaches deeper than before, every time brushing and hitting that spot deep inside. When the next orgasm washes over me he follows right away, moaning loudly, me moaning his name and clutching him to me, holding him tightly. When our breaths are back to normal he slips out of me, rolling to his side. I turn on my side, watching him. He has his eyes closed and has his hand over his heart. "Aren't you glad you brought me breakfast?", I asked him but the voice answering isn't his, both of us looking at the door, "well now I wished, I brought you breakfast." I giggle at Tyler, he grins wickedly. He comes closer and takes my lips in a searing kiss, igniting the fire again. I pull back, even when I don't want too, and sit up straighter. As much as I want to I can't stay in bed fucking all day. I scoot to the edge and he takes steps back, giving me room. I'm almost past him when he grabs my wrist and pulls me against him, his hands finding my ass straight away, squeezing. My hands are on his chest, and I can feel his heart beating a fast rhythm. He kisses me again, slow and sensual, not exploring or tasting, just feeling. I look at him and caress the bridge of his nose, before giving the tip a small kiss, then walking to my bathroom for a shower. I hear both sigh, watching my backside and I smile. When I come out of the bathroom, both are gone as is the tray with the remains of my breakfast. How sweet. I proceed to dress and make my way downstairs. I don't know what the others are doing but I feel like dancing today. As I open the door to the small dance studio, I hear soft music flowing to me, and to my surprise find Quinn dancing. He doesn't notice me and I quietly slip in and close the door. I slide down and sit, watching him. He's beautiful, when he dances. He's beautiful always, but dancing has that something special. It draws my eyes every time, even when the other dance around him. The music changes and a more hip hop song comes up, changing his moves to sharp and precise instead of graceful and slow. His sexy side comes out naturally when he dances like this, and when he wants to be sexy, it's lethal. I could watch him for hours. I'm so mesmerized I don't hear the footsteps on the other side of the door, and it gets yanked open. I yelp and fall backwards, my head on someone's shoes. My yelp alerted Quinn who stopped dancing to look at us. I look up and Xavier looks down at me, "comfortable?", he laughs, "you two alone again." I look at him, confusion clouding my mind, "what do you mean alone again?", I asked him sitting up. He offers me his hands and I let him pull me up. "Oh nothing special, you two always find each other somehow." I shrug it off, looking at Quinn raising my eyebrows, he grins and shrugs his shoulders. Okay whatever. "What's up?", I ask Xavier. "Oh nothing, I'm just a little bored." Rubbing his face with his hand and sighing. "How about we go shopping, normally they close at six, but tonight they stay open till nine." He smiles big at me, "yes please", I look at Quinn, "you in?" He nods and turns off the music, still blaring through the speakers. Xavier rounds the others and all tag along.
Arriving at the mall, we get out of the car and make our way towards the entrance, "how about we meet back here at nine?", I asked the boys. They agree and I greet them goodbye, walking away towards the first shoe store I see. When I turn the corner I see Tyler and Quinn following me, whispering, heads close together. How cute, I pretend I don't notices them and enter the store. I browse the shop slowly, sometimes stopping and looking closer at a shoe. A shoe catches my eyes and I ask for my size to try them on. While waiting I see Kaiden enter the store and beelining straight for Tyler and Quinn, joining the whispered conversation. They don't see me looking at them and I turn away before I'm found out. The shoes get handed to me and I try them on. I walk around a little and even do a couple dance moves, I want them for dancing anyway. I like them so I switch back to my shoes and look further. When nothing else peaks my interest, I proceed to check out and pay. I leave the store and enter the next one. A favorite of mine, a bookstore, not good. I spend way to much time in here and walk out with a couple of bags more. The next store is casual clothes and I get myself some new pants and shirts, and even a dress I really like. They're still following, stealing looks at me and whispering after. Okay let's play a little and I browse the stores till I find what I'm looking for. A sex shop, and enter. I stay in the front, hidden from view, but mine is unobstructed and I see them looking apprehensive at each other, and around them. Debating whether to enter or not, I can see them shifting feet and eyes flying around at everything. I laugh and go deeper into the store, I look around, and for the time being forget the three boys. It's not that I need anything, but maybe I can find some very sexy lingerie to try out on the boys. I look for the clothes section and see many very different things, from full out sm get up and gear to innocent school girl costumes. And everything in between. I pick a few sets , and proceed to the changing room to try them on. All look sexy on me, if I say so myself, but I'm no expert, so I don't know for sure. I decided to take everything and dress in my clothes again and go to pay for them. On my way to check-out a new set is shoved in my face and I take a step back and look around it to see all three with a set in their hands, holding them out to me. I smile when I see they picked none of the ones I already have. I take them from them without saying anything and go back to try these on as well. When I look at who gave me what, I think the styles suit them very well and I like them as well, so it's a win-win situation. When I got back out, the boys were nowhere to be seen. I pay and leave the store, It's almost nine at this point so I make my way over to the entrance. When I get there, all the boys are waiting for me, some with bags, others not. We stow everything in the trunk and I drive us home. Because we haven't eaten, we order pizza when we get home. While waiting for the pizza I store everything I bought today and go back down.
One of th members POV
I got myself some new shoes and hoodies shopping today, Now I'm sitting on the couch, waiting for dinner to arrive. I almost doze off, when I hear music flowing through the house. To get rid of the boredom, waiting for the pizza, and to prevent me from falling asleep, I get up and follow the music to it's source. It sounds like a violin, and the only one I saw in this house is in the study. I move towards the other side of the house, and the melody gets louder and louder. Just as I arrive, the music stops and I pout, shit too late, it has to be Nadja who played, none of us know how to play. When I turn around, before letting her see me, I hear the first keys of the piano start, and I freeze. The melody is slow and gentle, filled with a sad undertone. Very beautiful, it's played beautifully as well. When her voice joins the melody, I turn back to the music and let my feet carry me the last steps forwards, so I can see her. Her posture behind the piano is elegant, her beautiful fingers playing the keys smoothly. I don't understand the lyrics, but her voice is filled with a longing, it flows out of her and fills the room, clinging to her frame. I take my phone and record her playing, I know I should ask first, but it's purely for my own enjoyment. The others are upstairs and probably don't hear her and the piano. When the longing in the room reaches me, and fills my whole being, I suddenly understand the lyrics, or at least know the meaning. It's about a soulmate, feeling my own mark pulsing and shooting pleasure through me. I feel my cock harden and mentally groan. I need to get rid of it before the others show. No, you know what, I don't care if the others see. I don't have a problem with them knowing I want her. The song ends and I stop the recording and put my phone away, walking silently back to my spot on the couch. When my ass touches the fabric of the couch, the doorbell rings, pizza's here. A few moments later Nadja arrives with 12 pizza's in her arms, I jump up and help her carry them to the table. The doorbell acted as an alert and the others trickled in, settling down at the table. Dinner gets devoured by us, some eating more than others, Kaiden can almost eat two pizzas alone, I don't know how he does it. Casual conversation flowing between us, with a lot of laughs and jokes. After dinner we clean up, and retreat to the living room. "So who has a bottle?", Nadja asked wiggling her eyebrows at us. Vere has a bottle so fast on the table I didn't even see him move. Nadja giggles and winks at Vere, who winks back, rubbing his hands together and then crossing his fingers. She spins the bottle and before it is completely stopped and pointing to someone, she pulls a tie from her pocket and blindfolds herself. Shit it's not me, bummer, I wanted to have her tonight, especially after the song I heard and felt. He gets up and takes her hand, he pulls her in front of him, pushing her to walk, and when she does he spanks her ass. She stops, and wiggles her ass, "Do it again?", she whispers. He does and she moans, making my cock harden more. Some alone time in the shower is required tonight, or maybe I'll visit her later, I just need to keep a look-out for him when he comes back, so I know she will be alone.