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Maybe he’s a complete stranger.
The possibilities are endless, and that is intriguing.
I’m not sure how long I work. I seem to get completely lost in the numbers, in my research. And what feels like hours later, my eyes move over to my phone to check the notifications to see if anything has come through.
Nothing.
Going back to work, I continue at the same pace for what feels like only minutes. Checking my phone again, I find no notifications, but it’s also three in the morning, so I decide it’s time for me to get some sleep. My eyes are blurry, and all the numbers are starting to merge into one big jumble inside my mind.
Saving all my work, I close down my computer and put my plate in the dishwasher, throw my empty bottle of water away, and head to bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow, my eyes close, and I wonder where my mystery man is.
Then I hope that I dream of him.
Maybe my subconscious knows who he is and will show me his face as I sleep. It’s a nice thought, even if it probably won’t happen. Letting out a heavy exhale, I drift off into dreamland.
ChapterThirteen
WELLS
Through the binoculars,I watch her sleeping in her bed. The time is coming. I can only look for so long before I need to do something about it, and that time is almost here. But not quite yet.
Setting my binoculars down, I grab my phone and keys before I leave the empty apartment. I move through the building and head across the street to Parker’s. There is a woman standing at the door, her eyes wide as she watches me approach.
She’s pretty, and if I didn’t have my sights set on Parker, I might take her around the corner to the alley and fuck her. But I’m on a mission, I’m focused, and my attention right now is all for Parker.
Without a single word, I jerk my chin toward the door. Wordlessly, she lifts her key card and unlocks the main entrance for me, but before I can pass by, she places her palm on my chest. Her gaze lifts to mine.
“If you want to see me, I’m in number fifteen.”
I dip my chin but don’t respond to her. I have no interest in seeing her or visiting her… ever. I’ll be going to condo number one hundred twelve and only condo number one hundred twelve. Moving into the building, I head toward the elevator bank and slip inside when the doors open.
I reach out to touch the number-ten button for Parker’s floor, watching as the car rises. I smile as soon as it dings and the doors open, showing the hallway to her floor. There are only seventy condos in this building on sixteen floors, and Parker’s floor only has three.
Moving down the hallway, I stop in front of her door. I was a little busy this afternoon getting a copy of her key made. It is so wrong of me to do, and yet… I am still doing it, and shamelessly at that.
Shoving my hand into my pocket, I take out the key, then slowly slip it into the dead bolt, turning it before I push the button on the door handle and open the door.
Quietly, I close the door behind me, making sure not to make a sound. It’s four in the morning, and I should probably be asleep, but I’m still a little drunk and a bit high thinking about the plan my brother and I devised for Shiloh.
Also, we have a meeting with the family tomorrow, so I won’t be able to watch Parker because my mother also demanded that we join her for dinner. It’s been a busy week, and we didn’t visit on our normal night, so she is going to ensure that dinner is had before the week is done, which means Sunday night.
I prefer Sunday nights anyway. It seems like a good way to end the week. Dinner with the family. And in a few months, we’ll have a new face at the table. I’m not sure why that causes me to smile. It’s not that I’m going to have much to do with her, as she’ll be Coleman’s wife, but I suppose it’s because things are changing. I enjoy change, unlike some people.
I silently move through her condo. I should probably be impressed by how nice it is. I know it’s worth several million dollars because my girl’s parents were not slouches. She comes from money, and she has taken care of her generational wealth very well.
Before I approach her bedroom, which is my final destination, I notice something on the living room table. It’s a notebook. Frowning, I move toward it. I want to know what is written inside. I don’t know why, but it calls to me.
Sinking down on her couch, I reach for the book and open it to the first page. It’s dated for yesterday. The cursive writing is flowy and feminine. My eyes scan the words, and as they register, I realize she’s writing about me.
It’s a journal.
A journal I shouldn’t read.
But I do because morals and shit don’t mean much to me.
When I’m finished, I realize she wants me. But not just that. She is a virgin. Which I suspected, but now I have confirmation. Biting the inside of my cheek, I can’t help but think about what that means.
I could take her.
