NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 311. Meeting Lauren Again
Previously on NTR: Mommy Will Help You!...
As the car smoothly entered the city limits, Oliver observed the sea of people and towering structures through the window. A peculiar sensation washed over him; after more than three months on the secluded island, the bustling energy of civilization felt jarringly unfamiliar.
An undercurrent of unease permeated the atmosphere, a subtle tension that Oliver couldn't quite pinpoint. Was it the cacophony of sounds, the sheer density of people, or the relentless flow of traffic? He remained uncertain.
Regardless of the cause, Oliver felt as though he had been abruptly pulled from a prolonged dream and thrust back into the harsh reality of the world.
The experience was overwhelming. In stark contrast to the island's serene natural ambiance, he was now assaulted by the incessant blare of car horns and the ceaseless murmur of the crowd.
His instincts, honed by his recent experiences, screamed danger at every turn, rendering him hyper-vigilant.
Everything—each passerby, every vehicle, every element of his surroundings—seemed to morph into a potential threat.
Oliver recognized the absurdity of this feeling, given his previous comfort in urban environments.
Yet, a sudden wave of apprehension washed over him, conjuring images of terrible misfortunes befalling him.
He began to entertain the possibility of a sudden, unprovoked knife attack or lurking dangers within the shadowed alleyways.
Every flicker of movement, every unexpected sound, caused him to flinch.
Closing his eyes, Oliver drew a deep, steadying breath through his nostrils. 'Calm down. This is just paranoia,' he told himself. 'It's natural after what I've endured. But these people can't harm me. While I may not be a super-soldier, I've faced considerable hardship and possess practical experience. Stop panicking. No one is going to kill you. Get yourself together.'
Gradually, Oliver regained his composure. His racing heart began to slow, and his breathing normalized.
"Haaah... I should have taken a proper rest before disembarking and coming here," he murmured, mostly to himself.
Before Oliver could delve further into his internal turmoil, the luxurious Rolls Royce glided to a halt before a prominent building.
"We have arrived," the driver announced via the intercom.
"Thank you. Please wait nearby for me," Oliver replied, opening the door to his left and stepping out onto the pavement.
He then gently closed the car door and proceeded towards the building's entrance, two armed guards flanking him precisely as he moved.
This striking entrance drew considerable attention, with onlookers casting curious glances his way. It was an unusual sight, clearly indicating the presence of a powerful individual, far removed from the ordinary.
"Excuse me, sir. What business do you have here?" a police officer approached Oliver at the building's threshold, scrutinizing him with a suspicious gaze. "May I assist you?"
"Yes, I am here to see the chief," Oliver stated without the slightest hesitation. "Could you please escort me to her office?"
The officer narrowed his eyes, assessing Oliver, who was impeccably dressed in a suit, projecting an air of authority, and accompanied by two heavily armed men.
Although gaining an audience with the chief was typically a rigorous process, the man before him clearly commanded a certain presence, suggesting he was not to be trifled with.
Opting for a more diplomatic approach rather than outright refusal, the officer decided to first relay the request to the chief. "Very well... please wait inside while I ascertain the chief's availability. Would that be acceptable?"
"Certainly," Oliver agreed as they entered the building. "Just ensure it's prompt; my time is valuable. Inform her it's Oliver Ashford; I'm confident she will be eager to meet me immediately."
The policeman gave a brief nod and proceeded ahead.
Oliver's wait was short-lived as the officer soon returned, accompanied by the chief of police.
"My apologies for the delay, Mr. Oliver," Lauren said courteously, stopping directly in front of him. Her eyes briefly scanned his entire being. "I had anticipated contact from you about a week after the incident, but it appears you've been exceptionally occupied—leading us to this meeting only now, after three months."
Oliver offered a slight smirk and gestured dismissively with his hand. "My apologies. Circumstances arose, and I found myself away from the city for a period."
The chief acknowledged his explanation with a nod, then gestured towards her office. "Let us proceed inside for our discussion."
As Oliver followed her, his gaze lingered appreciatively on her figure, noting that her buttocks appeared more prominent than on their previous encounter. Her shapely, long legs, accentuated by thick thighs, seemed particularly alluring.
Thinking to himself, 'Hmm... it seems my libido remains undiminished despite three months on the island.' 'No, on the contrary, they've intensified. I feel more potent than ever before.'
"Please, have a seat," Lauren invited, gesturing towards the couch as she settled opposite him. "Now, how may I assist you today?"
Oliver lounged on the sofa, his gaze drifting to the alluring cleavage that seemed poised to spill forth at any second. His eyes remained fixed, as if under a spell. Lauren observed his attention and subtly arched an eyebrow. She remained silent, instead crossing her arms beneath her substantial bosom, which served only to accentuate her ample curves within her uniform. Noticing her action, Oliver quickly shifted his eyes back to her face, finding himself locked in her sharp, scrutinizing gaze. "I am certain you must be curious about my unexpected visit today, Chief Lauren. My objective is to ascertain the identity of those who attacked me previously. I am convinced that your department is already in possession of this information." Lauren pressed her lips together. "Indeed, we are aware of their identities... however, may I inquire as to your motives, Mr. Oliver? Do you intend to seek retribution against them for the audacity of attacking you?"