Page 10 of Restless Obsession

“You call me daddy,” he rumbled. My eyes felt heavy, but I knew I smiled. They almost fluttered shut, but before they did, I noticed the matching love seat across from me.

It was a pretty feminine floral print. My pretty couch. He’d said that. How he wanted to be with me on my pretty couch.

I yawned and fell asleep wondering how he knew my couch was pretty.

THREE

VICTOR

I stomped my feet on the old doormat at the front of the apartment building and walked in. I’d gone for a run to take the edge off, but fuck me, even the light drizzle and cool fall air hadn’t helped.

Lucy.

My sunny girl was more than under my skin after our phone call three days ago. I walked over to the mailboxes on the first floor. My eyes shut tightly for a moment while I caught my breath. I swear the sound of her orgasm, calling for me, played on repeat.

We’d talked again last night over the phone. This time, things hadn’t turned sexual but a whole lot more intimate, talking late into the night until she’d dozed off, and I couldn’t help but stay on the phone until this morning.

Not only that, but we’d been texting nonstop. Lucy was mine. My everything. I just hoped my stupid plan of coming clean about who I was on Halloween would work in my favor. Maybe I should just confess and— A tap on my shoulder, and my body went completely still.

It struck me like a ton of bricks that I knew that touch.

My eyes shut for a moment. It might be the first time she put her hands on me, but I knew down to the marrow of my bones who it was.

Lucy.

I turned, and there she was. An angel among men looking so fucking beautiful I still wasn’t sure how the fuck she was real, as if I had somehow summoned her with my thoughts. Face to face, it felt like standing in front of the sun, way too close but too fucking late to back away from admiring the beauty standing mere inches from me. Those bright blue eyes that haunted my every waking moment and filled my ever sleeping one stared right up at me.

"I don’t know if you know who I am, but⁠—“

“We’re neighbors,” I cut in, my voice a little raspy from not using it the entire day.

I pulled an earbud out of my ear and slowly slipped it into my pocket, all without taking my eyes off her. Damn, she was pretty. Curvy in a way that made my hands itch to grab and feel her under my palms.

“Yeah.” She smiled so brilliantly my heart twitched. One simply little word, and she had me admiring her like a piece of art. “I’m 4C, I mean Lucy. My name is Lucy,” she introduced herself. “You’re 3C.”

“I am. I’m also Victor,” I shared, extending my hand. I was the least charming Porter boy out of my brothers, but somehow, it was like I channeled Trager at that moment. “Victor Porter,” I shared as she reached for my hand.

My palm engulfed hers, and I swear the axis of my world shifted, righted itself to where I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Comfortable silence enveloped us as we stared at one another. I swear a family of rhinos could have pummeled through the building, and I wouldn’t have noticed it. Not when all I could focus on was how soft her skin felt against mine.

“Lucy Rae,” she said, and I nodded, not strong enough to set her hand free. She was softer and warmer than I’d ever imagined.

“Nice to meet you, Lucy. I think I’ve seen you around town.”

“I was just going to say that.” She smiled, and a pretty, pink tinge painted the apples of her full cheeks. She blinked, and I realized her eyes were searching my face.

For a split second, I wondered if she recognized my voice from our phone call.

She licked her lips, and my eyes dipped down to them. Full. Plush. The bottom one adorably slightly bigger than the top one.

“I think I got your mail by mistake.” She snapped my attention off her lips, and my eyes locked with hers.

“You did?” I asked, and she nodded. Her free hand rose between us, and that was when I noticed it. My Wired magazine. She pulled her hand out of mine, and I begrudgingly let it go.

“Thanks.” I took it and scratched the back of my neck with my free hand. “I thought my subscription ended,” I mumbled. Obviously, whatever charming shit I could channel was gone.

“Wired… that’s a computer magazine?” she asked, and I felt the heat of her gaze on me before meeting her eyes again.

“Yeah, technology, stuff like that.”