I was having a hell of a time keeping my eyes on my hot little number and my unfortunate victim simultaneously. I was so preoccupied that he almost didn't die that night. I had to get my fucking shit together and pay attention. I kept my eyes trained on her the whole evening. Chatting and dancing like the little social butterfly she was. She was the queen bee out there.
Everyone wanted to be around her, especially the fucking men. I did not want them near her. I was the only one allowed to taste her honey, and I didn’t like to share. She oozed raw sex appeal and had an outgoing personality.
I had an inkling something was terribly wrong inside my head when other men looked at her, and I wanted to break their fucking necks.
I knew she would never stay with me willingly, especially once she knew the horrible things I wascapable of, so I decided I had to take her. Who was going to stop me? I wanted to get her into my clutches and see what she was made of, so I started stalking her that night.
I put a GPS tracker in her back wheel well tire because I always needed to know her location. I followed her into the clubs she frequented, watched the men she spent time with, and even knew what she did in her house.
When she installed the security cameras, my business came to the rescue. I ordered my company to give her a huge discount, knowing she would sign the contract with us and not with any of our competitors.
The amount I charged her to install five cameras in her house was almost criminal. When my brother Joey saw the invoice, he asked me if the order was for a friend or someone I was screwing. I told him not to worry about it and left it at that. She's convinced her stalker has moved on.
That is precisely what I need her to think. I couldn't continue making her anxious and pushing her to call the authorities daily. Although I did not exist on paper, I still needed to hide from the police.
I didn't want them to hunt me down, and then I would have more dead bodies to bury. I rarely assassinate police officers, but if they come after me, I won't hesitate to take them out.
My goal isn't toscarethe complete shit out of her. I intend to snatch her swiftly and train her to be mine. My skills are of an elite few, and I have perfected them over the years. I am quick and efficient. I am a lethal killing machine. My little pet never had a chance.
Chapter 2
Kitlyn
"It felt good to clean all the sweat off my body. I can’t wait to microwave my popcorn and sit down to watch the movie. I know it has been around for decades, but I never considered streaming it until Becca saw it about a week ago. She said it would piss me off because I am an extremely independent woman, and I wouldn’t allow any man to abuse me.
I have always been able to hold my own. I rarely take any crap from anyone. I never did. I grabbed the gun from my handbag after I jumped out of the shower. That bad boy keeps me company all day long. I don't trust that my creepy stalker is gone for good.
I suspect he will be back. My gut instinct is telling me he has not finished harassing me yet. I feel much safer with the 38 next to me or on me, and I’ll feel less vulnerable against any man who might do me harm. Let’s face it. I am only 5’6 and weigh 130 pounds. Who am I going to tackle?
My stalker could outweigh me by hundreds of pounds. I can't be too careful. I stuck it under the couch cushion, where I could quickly grab it. Tuna should be joining me soon. He is hiding around here somewhere.
We usually cuddle up together at night and watch movies. He is my love. I rescued him as a kitten in a high-kill shelter two years ago, and we have been inseparable since. I call out for him before I settle in and start the flick.
“Tuna, come here, baby. Where are you?”
Two minutes later, I see his orange body pop out, and he heads straight for me. He jumps on my lap and looks up, purring loudly. I pet him gently, talking baby talk like most people do with their pets.
I sound like a loon, but I couldn't care less. This tabby is my child. He makes me feel calm and loved unconditionally. I hope he knows I love him too.
I remove my popcorn from the microwave and finally sit my ass down. I reach over and grab the remote control when my cell dings. I freeze up, scared to look at the screen.
God! I hope it’s not him. My hands instantly feel clammy as I pick up my phone and peek at the caller ID. Thank you, Lord. It’s only John—my friend with benefits.
"You busy tonight? Feel like having company?”
I sigh, throw my head back, and roll my eyes.
I am not sure I want to put someone else in danger of having his head bashed in, just in case he is still watching me, although I've had no issues for the last three weeks when I went out dancing with random guys here and there. Maybe the dick decided to leave me alone.
He’s probably grown tired of me by now. It’s not like my life is full of excitement or that I am an irresistible supermodel that most men can’t resist. I mean, get over it, buddy.
John is someone I see only when I need sex. I don’t sleep around much. I am no virgin by any means, but I also do not screw every guy in my path.
I replied-
"What did you have in mind?”
2 minutes later- Ding
