It’s not something I can explain. When I saw her, I fucking nearly fell to my knees with need, and I will have her.
But not because I’m psychotic and delusional. I’m not going to make a goddamn shrine of her and convince myself that we were destined to be together by the gods or whatever weird shit people believe in these days.
I’ll have her because she’s the first thing that made me feel something good in so long, and I’ve become obsessed with keeping it.
I don’t have very many something goods in my life, and I don’t care if it makes me selfish for wanting to hold on to it.
The only way I’ll be able to truly keep her is if she sees me at my worst.
I would rather just off myself than trick Addie into loving me as a good man, just to break both of our hearts when she realizes I’m not a good man at all.
So, my obsession with her is just… is what it is.
ME: Well, that’s pretty judgy, don’t ya think? Your great-grandmother loved her stalker last time I checked.
She’s going to be pissed when she sees that I snooped through her great-grandmother’s diaries.
Smiling, I pull up the camera feed of her house on my phone and click through until I find Addie sitting on her bed, staring at her phone. I was alerted when she took out the camera in her bedroom, and it wasn’t hard to sneak in while she was out and set up my own. Though I can’t see her face very well, it doesn’t take a telescope to see she’s glaring holes into the screen.
She’s pretty fun when she’s angry.
Her thumbs start moving a mile a minute, and I can’t help but laugh when she slam dunks the phone on her pillow after she hits send.
My phone buzzes a second later.
ADDIE: He tricked her, just like what you’re trying to do to me. And then he killed her. Just like I’m sure you’ll eventually try to do too.
I roll my eyes at her dramatics and hit the call button.
She picks up the phone but doesn’t speak. I hear her breathing softly through the receiver, and I wish I were there to lick her pulse. To feel it drumming against my tongue.
I love that I scare her.
“You done being dramatic?” I ask, letting her hear the amusement in my voice.
She huffs, and I can picture the scowl on her face. My cock hardens in my jeans, swelling to the point of pain in a matter of seconds.
“Dramatic? You think Gigi being murdered by her stalker is dramatic? Do you think being stalked at all is something to take lightly?”
“Well, of course not,” I reply. “People die all the time from crazed stalkers.”
My honesty stuns her into silence.
“Addie, baby, you’re smart for being scared. Very smart. But why would I want you to fall in love with something fake?”
She snorts. “You really think I’d fall in love with you?”
“You’re really going to act like you wouldn’t? If I approached you in that bookstore and asked you on a date, I’d woo you, charm you, show you a pretty fake smile and treat you like a queen, all while lying to your face. Is that really what you want?”
Silence greets me again. She can’t say no, and she knows it.
“Why can’t you just be decent and not feel the need to stalk me?”
“Because then I wouldn’t be true to myself, little mouse. I love that I scare you. I love that you try to run from me. The push and pull. The cat and mouse game. I fucking love it. And I think a part of you does, too.”
She scoffs at me. “You’re fucking insane if you think I love you scaring me. But then again, I already knew you were.”
I smile. I can’t remember the last time I genuinely smiled before I inserted myself into this beautiful creature’s life.
“Don’t you, though? I see how you try to hide how wet your pussy gets when you’re scared. Your nipples get so fucking hard, and you clench your thighs tight as if that’s going to lessen the need to feel my cock inside of you.”
She gasps, a quiet inhale of breath. I grind my teeth against the raging urge to go to her house and bring that noise out of her some more.
“Did you do it?” she asks suddenly, as if the question burst out of her. Her breathing escalates. “Did you kill Arch?”
I bite my bottom lip, a smile forming. I’ve been waiting for this question. Surprised it took her so long to work up the nerve when she’s got plenty of it to disobey me.
“I think you already know the answer to that, Adeline.”
“I do. His family is dead, too.”
I’m not surprised to hear that she knows. It made national news, after all. Bodies are gone without a trace, and a bit of a war has begun now that there’s a power vacuum.
“Do you know what that caused, kitty cat?”
I chuckle at the nickname. I’ll correct that little bad habit of hers soon.
“It gained me some pretty fucked up enemies.”
My smile fades. I’ve been keeping an eye on Arch’s friends. But apparently, I haven’t been keeping it close enough.
“Max?” I guess. I’ve heard he’s been strong-arming his way to the top.
“Yup,” she says sassily, popping the P.
“Hmm,” I hum, my mind wandering to all the ways I’m going to teach Max and his crew a lesson. I had hoped they would be smart enough to leave Addie alone with her police reports disappearing. She listened and didn’t report the hands to the police. In retrospect, Max has no reason to target Addie.
Which means he had to have found out about the hands.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say? Humm? Some pretty dangerous men are after me because of you, ya’ know? If I end up dead because of your psychotic jealou—”
“Let me stop you there, baby. Because you seem to forget that I had a gun in your pussy not too long ago. Did you think teaching you how to act right is the only lesson I’m teaching with that?” She quiets. “If you think low-life criminals are scarier than me, then I haven’t been clear enough, have I? Next time you place them above me, I’ll be sending their heads to your doorstep next.”
I crack my neck, the flare of anger residing now that Addie has closed her pretty little mouth. She’s starting to learn, but I hope to God she never stops talking back.
I do like to punish her.
“I-I don’t even know why I’m talking to you,” she finally stutters out. “You’re a sick, deranged individual. And I already made another police report against you, asshole.”
Lies. The last report she made about me was the night she pretended to call when I stood outside her house. She was attempting to scare me away, but once I called her out on it, she followed through with the threat. My girl doesn’t back down from a challenge.
I walked back to my car with a stiff cock and a smile on my face. I don’t back down, either.
A bark of laughter bursts from my throat before I can stop it.
“That’s funny?”
“That’s sexy. But we both know that’s not true.”
I’ve been deleting them since she started making them and sent a guy in to destroy any physical evidence. The policemen will recall going to her house, but the second they try to investigate—if they ever got off their asses, that is—they would have nothing to go off of. Not that stalking cases are ever taken seriously anyways, which is why so many women end up murdered.