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As I go through everything, I look back over the old footage and find what appears to be a small hidden folder for old data. My brows furrow as I open it. My gaze sails over the files, and they look just like the rest in the main folder, only there’s something different about these, and as I open one and look at the file details, I realize they’re all deleted files that have been restored when Spider and Fuse rebooted the system.
My heart starts to race as I look at the footage from last night, and just like the beginning of the footage I watched with Spider, I’m seen standing at my bedroom window, peering out into the street, only this time, I see the moment my back stiffens and I pull the blindfold over my face. As I look over to a different camera view, I watch as the living room window slides open.
My heart races.
This is it.
A man appears in my apartment, and due to the lack of lighting, it’s almost impossible to make out any of his features, but I can see just how tall and broad he is, and my heart stops for just a moment, a wicked thrill pulsing through me. There’s something about a tall, broad man that I like.
Shit. I shouldn’t be searching for reasons to like this guy more than I already do. I should be repulsed, yet watching the way he silently makes his way through my apartment has my pussy throbbing for more.
He moves with ease, with a confidence that reminds me of Alex. Alex is confident like that, taking each step with purpose, knowing exactly what he wants. It’s one of the things I love about him.
My stalker moves into my bedroom, and I watch as he pauses, taking a moment to look me over, and I remember what it felt like in that moment, feeling his appraisal, and now seeing it like this makes it that much better. He moves toward me, and over the next hour, I watch as he makes his demands and how I succumb to his every need.
I watch as I take his thick cock in my mouth, and I watch as my whole body shudders as I do. He looks like a fucking god as he comes down my throat, but when he pulls me back to my feet and takes my ass, I’ve never been so engrossed in my life.
Is it odd to be turned on by my own sex tape?
When he finishes, he turns around, and for a fleeting moment, he lifts his gaze right to the camera, but then he’s gone, disappearing from my room like a ghost in the night. Something pulls at my chest, just like it did when I heard him utter those wordsready to play.
Rewinding back until he glances up into the camera, I pause the footage and take a screenshot. It’s too dark to make out his features, but I wonder if I were to adjust the color settings of the image if I might be able to make out a face.
Unable to help myself, I open up my image gallery and select the screenshot before hitting the little edit button. I start playing, adjusting the contrast, brightness, and trying to minimize the shadows, and with each new adjustment, the image becomes just a little clearer.
Adjusting the brightness once again, I finally see him, and my heart tears right down the center. My phone drops into my lap, horror blasting through my chest as I struggle to suck in a deep breath.
How could he do this? He lied to me.
I shake my head, not wanting to believe what’s right in front of my face. I asked him point blank, and he said no, but the proof is right here.
God, he really made a fool out of me. I stare down at the proof in the palm of my hand, the devastatingly beautiful face of the man I’m falling in love with—Alex Fucking Reid.
35
REID
Standingoutonthefire escape, I pull the cloned phone out of my pocket and open up the security feed of Kyah’s apartment, only she’s nowhere to be seen. It’s late, creeping close to midnight, and while most nights she’s usually in bed by now, it’s not unusual for her to stay late at work or crash in the living room while binge-watching some ridiculous show.
But I better check things out, you know, just to be on the safe side.
I try to hack into the app to create the loop, just as I do every night, only the system blocks me, forcing me out. My brows furrow, and I try a few more times before suspicion begins creeping through my chest. What the fuck is going on?
My jaw clenches. I don’t like the idea of going in there without covering my bases, not to mention, she’s left the house and forgotten to turn off the lights, meaning despite it being the dead of night, the cameras will be a pain in the ass to avoid.
But if something has changed, if there’s something wrong, I need to know what the fuck I’m dealing with. Has she worked out that I’ve been fucking with her security system, and that it’s not just a faulty camera? She’s a clever girl, and a part of me has been hoping for this. I like the chase, the thrill of her paranoia. When I can scent a woman’s fear in the air, it turns me on, but it’s different with Kyah. The fear is there, but there’s also something more—a deep, erotic desire to see just how far I can push the limits.
She loves it. She loves when I sneak through her window and fuck her blindly. Hell, last night was fucking incredible, and the way she looked in that lingerie was simply exquisite. I need to have more. She’s such a good girl, being able to take me like that. Not many women can handle it. They like to think they can, but they focus on the pain. Kyah though, she embraces the pleasure, and the way she came undone for me? Fuck. I’m hard just thinking about it.
Perhaps I’ll leave a little something on her pillow tonight to let her know I’ve been thinking of her.
Despite my better judgment, I reach for the window to slide it open, only it’s locked.
What in the ever-loving fuck? This window hasn’t been locked for the past few days. Why would she suddenly change her mind? Has something changed? Is she not feeling it anymore? The unlocked window was a message, welcoming me in, but this . . . I don’t like it.
I have to jimmy the window open like I used to, and as the lock eventually gives, I slip into the apartment. My gaze quickly sweeps around the room, hating that the lights have been left on. It feels like a fucking trap.
I keep my head down, deviating from the cameras, and as I look around, I find no sign that she’s been here all night. Her bag is usually sprawled out over the counter next to a half-eaten take-out container. But tonight there’s nothing.
