Bear bounds up the stairs, shaking himself off from the dew covering the ground before rushing inside the front door I left open.
Knowing who my stalker is gives me freedoms I haven't known in so long.
I know right where you are.
Bullshit.
Calling me a liar?
I swallow. My heart is racing as I realize I've won. He answered.
But now that he has, I don't know how I feel about it.
I let the alcohol win out, my fingers flying across my keyboard.
Possibly.
You broke so many rules tonight, poison.
I'm not yours anymore.
Oh, you're mine, alright.
You don't even care about me anymore.
I sound pathetic. I sound like a fucking lunatic. He stopped stalking me, and something about that has me reeling when it should give me peace.
You're trying my patience.
So do something about it.
You're awfully brave tonight. Don't let all that vodka flooding your veins cloud your judgment.
My fingers pause over the keys as I plop onto the couch. How did he know what I was drinking?
Thrill pulses at my center.
He was watching me.
Don't tell me what to do. As I said, I don't belong to you anymore.
You belong to me more than you know. I was with you, inside you, every step of the way tonight.
Inside me?
What's that supposed to mean?
While you slept last night, dreaming fitful dreams, I jacked my cock over your pouty mouth. You swallowed every drop of me down gratefully, like a perfect little whore.
My thumb brushes over my lower lip. I changed the locks and added a security system. I don't think he was here.
He's toying with me, but the idea that he could be telling the truth makes me… hot.
Liar.
Alcohol makes you very stupid.
So do you.
