UNKNOWN
You told me your bodyguard was going to take care of you.
And now, she’s nowhere to be found.
“Is that her?” Darcy asks.
I shake my head. “Nah. Just something I need to take care of really fast,” I reply.
She’s coming back.
Tell her to come to your apartment later.
I’d love to see the look on her face when she hears how much you enjoy riding my face.
My face immediately heats. Anxiety sweeps through me, and I have the sudden urge to get out of here and back to my apartment. I can’t figure out why simply the possibility of her showing up tonight makes me feel as if I’ll need hours of mentally prepping for her when I normally have no warning.
Damn her.
“All good?” Darcy asks.
“Ah, yeah. Yeah, all good. You want to get out of here? Grab some food?” I ask them. “Doesn’t look like Gemma is making it.”
Darcy smirks at me. “You’re sad.”
“I’m not sad,” I argue, standing and brushing my pants off. “I did want you to meet her, though.”
“Good thing you’re going to keep her around then, isn’t it?” Darcy says slyly.
I eye them, almost snickering at the look on their face. “Yeah, right. In one way or another.”
My heartbeat hasn’t stopped thudding against my eardrums since arriving home.
I can’t close my eyes, can’t bear to sit in silence. Every tiny sound perks my ears and makes my stomach drop. After that last message from my stalker, it’s all I can do to keep my cool as I wait for her to appear. I feel like she could jump out from the shadows at any moment, a ghost who I’m welcoming into my home with open arms.
I have no fucking clue what my body is going to do when she eventually appears—if it’ll betray me or if I’ll have the strength to say no.
I don’t even know if Iwantto say no.
The hold she has on me ignites my entire body. I’m bound to her in a way I’ll never be bound to anyone else, and that realization makes me feel utterly powerless.
It’s after midnight when I realize I’ve been frozen atop the covers of my bed for over an hour, just staring at my ceiling fan like one move might spring her into existence. I stand and go into the bathroom, desperate to throw water on my face in the hopes that it’ll slow my brain down. Every flicker of light coming in from the windows and shadow cast around it makes me look twice.
Get it together.
She isn’t here.
Not yet.
I don’t bother turning on the bathroom light, too fearful that she’ll be standing in the shower and scare the shit out of me. I splash water onto my face and let it drip into the basin for a few moments as I brace my hands behind my neck. The cold sting does nothing more than derail my train of thought for as long as it takes me to find the strength to get a towel. I turn on the warm water this time and soak the cotton before then pressing it to my face.
Cheeks. Eyes. Forehead. Neck…
Maybe I should just shower. Maybe that will be enough to help me relax and get a little sleep, even if she wakes me up by crawling into the bed with me.
Honestly, that sounds kind of nice right now.
The moonlight coming in through the fogged glass walls of my bathroom makes showering without lights one of my favorite pastimes. As I step into the shower, I feel like I’m melting beneath the water when it hits my tired skin. I wash in a trance, taking my time to soak in the steamy comfort and inhale the shower bomb dissolving by my feet.
