Could I be that lucky?
Grabbing it, I stride back and lift her index finger in the gentlest manner I’m capable of.
Hell,gentlewasn’t even in my dictionary before this.
Yes!It unlocks. My hands itch to uncover all her secrets.
There’s a single tab open with her email, and what stands out like a porcupine amongst bunnies is her full name.Summer Night.
Seriously?!
What kind of name is that?
I scroll through her emails, and there’s nothing but communicationabout documents she’s translating from Italian and getting paid for. That’s honorable. Most who study here don’t need to work. So, two things I’ve learned—she works for her money, and she knows Italian. How alluring would that language sound from those luscious lips of hers? I might make her talk to me in Italian before I put her mouth to better use.
Her search history turns empty. She’s either deleted it or she’s browsing incognito. Paranoid much?!
No photos, or videos, not even chats.
Nothing.
Finding nothing is more interesting than finding something. It means the secrets are worth hiding.
My attention shifts to her phone on the nightstand.
If she wears sunglasses, the “Require Attention for Face ID” feature, which Link keeps nagging me to turn on, might be disabled. I should be able to unlock her phone using facial recognition without her eyes having to be open. It’s a long shot, but it’s worth a try.
Pointing the phone at her face, I’m the luckiest man on Earth when I hear the click of the unlock. Luckiest fuckin’ man who’s been fighting a hard-on for the last few hours.
I open the settings so I can obtain her number. Calling or texting her should absolutely be on the table.
Who knew taking a girl’s number like this would be way more fun?
Probably every stalker out there.
But I have no intention of stopping at that. She’ll be sharing her location with me.
Nowhere to hide from me, Succubus!
There aren’t any messaging apps other than the default one. Strange. No stranger than the fact she has only one name on her contact list—someone named Eli. Who the hell has a single contact on their phone?! Must be lonely.
Her device contains exactly twenty-nine photos, and most are of some guy with similar features to my demon. One image stands outamongst the rest, where she’s sporting raven-black hair next to him. Black hair or red, she’s spectacular either way. I’m guessing she’s related to that guy, her brother maybe, given the unmistakably identical dark blue eyes, same hair color, and full lips they both share. There’s also a single picture of another man with dark blond hair and blue eyes—the complete opposite of how I look. If she has a certain type, she’ll have to reevaluate it for me. I get the urge to delete that photo, but I’d feel much better if she did that because of me, so I’ll allow it to stay on her phone for a little while longer, until I’ve made my official introduction.
Summer’s messages are the next thing I check, and to my surprise, there are a lot from that Eli guy, going back many months. Skimming through the contents of those texts, my educated guess is he’s the blond, after all. She hasn’t replied to a single one, and I catch myself smiling. If she hasn’t answered, he’s in her past. I’ll make sure he stays there, because after me, she won’t consider him worthy of her attention.
I shouldn’t care about her ex. I just wanna fuck her. That’s all. But with her, once won’t suffice, and after what she put me through, I’ll make sure to leave a mark on her life like she did on mine.
Pulling a chair beside her bed, I sit and start going through some of those messages.
Eli
I miss you, Mayhem!
Given what I saw in the club tonight, she’s mayhem... along with chaos and destruction. Too bad for her, I thrive in those.
I scroll down.
Eli
