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Oh, the fun we’re about to have.
A heavy rush pulses through my veins as I cross the road and make my way toward the front door of the apartment complex. It’s not the first time one of my girls has had security cameras and alarms installed, and from experience, it only makes it better.
I’m going to have to be careful from here on out, but first, I need to get inside her apartment and figure out what I’m dealing with.
After hashing in the code at the main door of the building, I slip inside before making my way up the three flights of stairs to her apartment, and as I creep toward her door, I shift my gaze up and down the long hall, making sure I’m not about to get caught. Each passing second brings us a little closer to midnight, and from what I can tell about watching the people who occupy this building, midnight is my golden hour. Most of the time. I’m not going to lie, I’ve had a few close calls over the past few weeks, but nothing I can’t shrug off as a one-night stand.
Pulling out the burner phone cloned from Kyah’s phone, I quickly search it to find a new app staring back at me, and a grin tears across my face. Fuck, my sweet little Kyah makes it too easy.
Opening the app, I shake my head, realizing that on day one, she already forgot to set her alarm, giving me perfect access to her apartment, not that something as menial as an alarm was going to stop me. Then looking at the camera feed, I’m able to determine exactly where her new cameras are and just how many have been installed. I have to give it to Viper, he did a thorough job making sure there were no blind spots, but unfortunately for him, the lack of blind spots won't be an issue for me.
Going into the settings of the app, I record a loop, and considering she’s already passed out in bed and there’s no other movement inside her apartment, I don’t need to record for long. Then after hacking into the app’s mainframe, I set the video to play on a loop for the next two hours before disabling her cameras. And with that, I slide the copy of her front door key into her door and walk straight in.
A grin lingers on my lips, and the second I close the door behind me, I inhale deeply, loving the way her scent wraps around me. She’s so fucking intoxicating. Everything about her just does it for me.
It’s been challenging trying to see her this past week, but I’ve done what I can to make it work. I don’t understand it though. She took the death of that asshole really hard, but it shouldn't have broken her this way. I was doing her a favor, giving her what she needed. Doesn’t she see how wrong he was for her? But it’s fine, sometimes these things happen, and handling human emotions isn’t always as easy as we hope it’s going to be. Sometimes we just break, even when it’s not warranted, and I’m not going to hold that against her. Instead, I just laid with her through the night, holding her close as she cried in her sleep, and as much as I want to do that again, I can’t risk it. Instead, I’ve played with her in other ways.
The thought sends my gaze straight toward her living room window and a smirk lingers on my lips. God, it’s been fun playing this little game with her this week. I like to think that it’s given her something to look forward to each morning. Only now she’s started locking it, and that shit doesn’t sit well with me. I’d usually come in through her window to avoid the risk of exposure when having to go straight through her front door, but these past few days, it’s been necessary.
Making my way through her apartment, I head toward her bedroom door, making a mental note of all of her new cameras as I go. Seeing them through the app was enough to tell me exactly where they were, but there’s something comforting about seeing them with my own eyes.
I love that she’s playing along, doing all of this just for me.
It’s going to be the best fun we’ve ever had.
Stepping through to her bedroom, I find Kyah sprawled out on her bed, her blanket down around her waist, and as I walk over to her, I take the blanket and pull it up to her shoulders, knowing that’s how she prefers to sleep. Then crouching down beside her, my gaze trails over her beautiful face, and I gently brush her hair back behind her ear, obsessed with the soft moan that slips from between her lips.
God, I need to hear it again.
Leaning into her, I press my lips to her soft cheek. “I hope you’re ready for me, sweet Kyah,” I whisper into the darkened room before pulling back. There’s so much more I want to say to her, so many wicked promises that I know will have her clenching those pretty thighs, but it needs to wait. She’s not quite ready, but she will be soon. Every day, I feel her inching closer to me, preparing for what’s to come, and I can’t fucking wait.
Then turning around, I pull the lipstick I took from her bathroom before quickly uncapping the lid. Facing the wall, I raise my arm, and with a twisted smirk stretching across my lips, I get to work.
20
KYAH
Fearblaststhroughmyveins like a bullet, rendering me breathless as I stare at my bedroom wall. The early morning sun streams through my window and shines upon the message scrawled across the drywall like a spotlight.
But fuck. It more than has my attention.
I swallow hard, my hands shaking as I grasp my blanket, holding it to my chest as though it could somehow offer me protection as I scan over the words for the millionth time.
PRETTY, PRETTY, KYAH.
ARE YOU READY TO PLAY?
What in the ever-loving fuck is that?
I was right. Someone is coming into my apartment each night, but more than that, this asshole was in my room while I slept.
Chills sweep down my spine, my blood turning ice cold as my heart pounds a million miles an hour. I knew something was happening. I was starting to come to terms with the possibility of someone sneaking into my apartment, and not just some crazy neighbor fucking with me, but this? FUCK.
This asshole is escalating. It’s not just sneaking into my apartment now. He’s leaving me messages, asking me if I’m ready to play. What the hell does this mean? Is this guy dangerous? And what does he mean by play? Is he going to try and fuck with me? Play mind games? Or is it something much worse?
I swallow over the lump in my throat and get to my feet, my knees shaking wildly beneath me.
This guy knows my name. This is more than just some random guy sneaking into my apartment. He knows who I am, and from the looks of it, he’s only just getting started.
