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Stalkers, I mean.
So if there’s anyone who can put a stop to all this, it's Vincent.
“Your place is here now, with me.” He remarks, “But I just need you to do this one thing… To trust me so we can both rest easy once whoever’s been following you is stopped.”
I know he’s got a point, but when I really think about it, I’m actually more worried about what Vincent’s capable of once he does get hold of whoever else has been stalking me. And I know he will get them.
I mean, he wanted me and it only took him one day once he’d made his mind up.
“C’mon,” he says, lightening the mood with one of his smiles, “I haven't even shown you around yet. We’ve got a few hours to kill and neither of us have class today,” he adds with a little chuckle of self-satisfaction.
I hook my arms around his waist, hearing him hum with a deep rumble of satisfaction. “Thank you…” I murmur, really meaning it.
His giant arms squeeze me closer and he strokes my hair, instantly making me feel safe. And dare I say it,loved?
Maybe more like protected. Vincent doesn’t mince his words, but he’s not someone who would say such deep things without really meaning it either.
Slipping my hand into his, he gives me a tour of the house. It’s like something out of a magazine, with everything in its place and everything looking as beautiful and expensive as I sense it probably is.
Art, sculpture. The gardens outside filled with color and the sense of another time. Nature outside with his simple but powerful decor inside, all in some kind of balance that as he walks me through, makes it feel like his home is his castle and it’s all as beautiful and perfect as he is.
His room, or ‘our room’ which he refers to it is as big as he is, with everything a man his size needs for comfort and practicalities.
“I put your things downstairs…” He says absently, “…On account of being distracted.”
“My things?” I chuckle, “You mean my duffel bag?” I try to correct him, but he shakes his head.
“Don’t take it the wrong way, Violet. But I’ve watched you long enough to know what you like. Know what you deserve… You’ve got a new wardrobe now, and when you feel up to it we can fight for hanging space in my dressing room,” he says, creasing a smile and moving his hand towards a doorway.
At a glance it looks more like a high end menswear store, but it pegs that Vincent is as careful with his clothes as he is with everything else.
I gulp a little. But feel a tingle of excitement ripple through me. Everything so far is like Christmas, like a dream come true. So keeping my cool when I hear him referring to ‘my things’ and ‘clothes he's laid out’, I know how much he means it when he says he’s gonna take care of me.
Even though another part of me is still slightly alarmed at a man going to so much trouble in advance. But my biggest fear is that none of these clothes he’s gone and bought will even fit.
Then again, he did take notice of the skin cream I like. And about a million other little things.
There’s a huge indoor pool area, a gymnasium. But there’s also a ton of empty rooms and spaces in the sprawling household.
“Lots of room.” He says knowingly, reading my thoughts as I can't help imagining a dozen little Vincent’s and Vanessas tearing the place to shreds.
“A real family home,” he adds, squeezing my behind and letting me know its time to go get ready once we end up back in the room it all started last night.
As much as I should be feeling like a fish out of water, this really does feel like home already. But then again, anytime he touches me I get the same feeling.
The outfit he’s laid out is pretty plain, but I’ve never been a flashy dresser and never will be.
I do know expensive fashion when I see it though, and Vincent hasn’t skimped on spending any money, that's for sure. He leaves me to get ready with a little reluctance, but we both know that if we’re gonna do what he has planned today, then we need to focus on other things except each other’s bodies.
For a few hours at least. I hope I can wait that long.
I’m still feeling like I could and will do anything he asks, but as I shower in the bathroom adjoining my own room that’s bigger than my old apartment , I can’t help fretting about what’s to come.
I just don't want anything to happen to Vincent. Don't wanna ruin the best thing that’s happened to me ever.
By the time I’m ready, feeling amazed that not only is his choice of clothes perfect. But just how well everything fits me. Something he remarks on when I head back to the kitchen.
Vincent with a cup of coffee at the table overlooking the garden. Looking serious as he studies his laptop. The light dancing off the distinguished gray natural highlights in his thick hair.
