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Well. I’ve got a stalker to catch so I might need to keep just a little psycho energy in reserve.
Chapter 12
Violet
Iwas right about not being able to walk right the morning after. Best kinda sore I’ve ever had and Vincent doesn’t mind looking pleased with himself as he heaps my plate with a second helping of the buffet sized breakfast he’s prepared.
He let me sleep in and looks like a man who’s been up for hours already, making me wonder if he ever sleeps.
And where does he usually sleep? I know he stayed as long as he could in my bed last night, but I still haven't had my tour of his house yet.
We kinda skipped dinner last night, and if every night’s gonna be like that then a girl’s gonna need her strength so I have no issue with a monster breakfast of waffles, bacon, eggs and hash browns.
I’m wearing nothing but the shirt of his I found on the floor this morning. And Vincent leans over the table a few times, opening the top buttons and adjusting the collar.
“So I can see more of you,” He explains. Eating like he's making up for lost time as well as a skipped dinner as he announces that I need to head over to my place later on. My old place and he wants me to go alone.
I feel a stab of hurt, wondering if he’s not giving me the brush off already, sending me home after having his way with me. But he's quick to impatiently explain his reasons once he sees my reaction.
Making it clear he likes the idea even less than I do.
“Violet, I don't want you outta my sight for a second, but if we’re gonna catch the real stalker, the one you don’t like. Then We have to make it look like you're heading home by yourself.
“You mean use me as bait?” I ask, not at all impressed with the idea so far.
“I’ll be watching.” Vincent assures me, “And if there’s any sign of anyone within fifty feet of you, I’ll be on ‘em first.”
Suddenly losing my appetite at the idea, I eventually whine like a bratty kid without being able to help it.
“Wouldn’t it just be easier to stay here?” I ask him, “Once whoever it is sees I'm with you now they’re bound to leave me alone-” I start to say.
“No!” Vincent says, bringing his fist down onto the table and making me jump. “Whoever it is anymore gonna be brought to account… Following you around like that. Trying to get what’s mine…Breaking into your apartment… I never didthat!” He exclaims, making me wonder how far he would’ve taken his own obsessive behavior.
And maybe just a little part of me wonders just how far he's yet to take all that still.
Panties in the pocket. Goes off his rocker at the drop of a hat but says he’d never break into my apartment?
Hmmm…
“Okay, okay.” Vincent snaps with frustration in his voice, “Iwasthinking of living in your crawl space last week, but there’s just no room for a man my size up there… Besides, I’m looking out for you, Violet. We don't know who or what this guy is or what he wants to do to you.” He reminds me, giving me a fresh shiver of dread about the whole thing. Already wishing it was over so we could just- I dunno… go back to bed even.
I could sleep for a year after the pounding Vincent gave me last night, and like the breakfast, I'm gonna need my sleep as well as my strength to keep up with a man as athletic and strong as he is.
“I’ve laid out your clothes for today, so after you’ve showered and dressed, we can go.” He says sounding calmer. But still in that familiar, mildly irritating know it all tone that only a man of his caliber can get away with.
The whole daddy thing taking on a life of its own if it means he’s actually gonna dress and organize me.
Maybe even bath or shower me everyday? I don’t think either of us would get much done in a day if he started each morning like that.
The idea of having him lay out clothes, as well as picking what I’m gonna wear should get my back up. I’ve always been fiercely independent.
But like the panties in his pocket thing, I don't wanna let on too much just now just how much it turns me on to think about him choosing my clothes and even laying them out for me. It’s kinda sweet. Especially from a man so emotionally aloof as Vincent.
It means he really is thinking about me all the time, even thinking about future me as well as the me he has right in front of him. Not many boys trying to men could wear that badge of honor.
And he actually listens… Most of the time. I mean like when I'm upset. He really listens, without saying anything. Just letting me get it all out and being there for me.
But as much as I’ve fallen head over heels for Vincent, I have huge reservations about being the lure so he can hook his big stalker fish. But I have to reason to myself that it takes one to know one.
