I’ve been in love with her for as long as I can remember, and that love has morphed into obsession as we’ve gotten older.
The problem is, I’ll never be good enough for her.
She’s an angel. She’s kind and generous, witty and sarcastic. She’s everything.
And I’m just her brother’s best friend who grew up with parents who despised my very existence. A reminder of the affair my father had behind my mother’s back.
All my life I’ve been reminded of what a worthless piece of shit I am, and that means I’ll never be worthy of Lexi.
Hence the stalking.
There’s nothing I won’t do to keep her safe, including installing cameras all over the De Luca estate and trackers in every handbag and pair of shoes she owns, as well as her phone, and keeping track of her ingoing and outgoing emails, texts, and calls.
Okay, maybe it’s more than a little nuts, but my desperation to keep her safe only grows by the day, and this is the only way I can do it while keeping my distance.
“Danny, I don’t know what you want me to tell you. The club’s finances are fine, you’re doing great.” I try to keep the annoyance out of my voice, but I’m doing a pretty poor job of it.
“Can you just check them when you have a second? I’ve checked them three times today, and they don’t seem right to me.”
I sigh and massage my throbbing temple. “I’ll look into it if I have a chance.”
“Thanks, Colten. I just want to make sure we don’t have anyone else in the business gunning for its downfall.”
“I know, and Cruz appreciates all your hard work these past few months.”
It’s the truth. My best friend is happier than I’ve ever seen him, and he plans to give everyone across the board a bonus for everything they’ve done in the wake of weeding out our rats.
I end the call and drop my head back against the desk chair.
Maybe I could go work in Cruz’s home office today. An excuse to see her. I’m sure there’s something I need on his desk.
But I shake off the thought immediately.
I’m too close to the edge after not seeing her for so long and barely speaking to her. If I go over there now, I’m liable to throw all the reasons she can’t be mine out the window and drag her home to my apartment, where she belongs.
Not having eyes on Lexi this past week has been torture.
But not having the time to speak to her, even if she doesn’t realize it’s me, has been a special kind of cruel.
I wonder if Cruz knew this would happen when he went away? That I would be forced to step out from the shadows in order to see my wildcat.
Not that he knows his sister is a cam girl or that I’m her highest-paying subscriber.
She had one single slot available for the top tier, and what felt like every man and his dog tried to take it from me.
Lucky for me, I could just hack into each of their accounts and shut them down, clearing the way for me to take it, leaving me as the only one with exclusive access to Lexi and her extra spicy content.
You’d think with my level of obsession that I would feel jealousy knowing other men have seen her naked, have seen her pleasuring herself for their entertainment, but strangely enough, it’s never occurred to me. In fact, there’s a part of me that loves it.
Knowing they can never have her, that she’s mine even if she doesn’t realize it.
I squeeze my cock through my pants and groan. I’ve had no time to check out her profile for any new content, and my balls are aching for release.
You see, I can’t even get myself off without Lexi being involved. That’s how fucked up I am for her.
It used to frustrate the hell out of me when we were teenagers. While all the other guys were fucking anything that moves and watching so much porn their hands cramped, there was always something missing for me.
Or rather someone.
