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I let out a heavy breath, realizing she isn’t going to be okay with any of this until she can finally start to understand. “Okay, calm down,” I tell her. “Alex kinda took me away for a few days and—”
“You mean he kidnapped you?”
I roll my eyes. “He didn’t kidnap me, or well . . . I suppose if you want to be technical, then yeah, maybe he kidnapped me, but I liked it,” I tell her, waiting for her to lose her mind. “He’s opening my eyes to things that I probably wouldn’t have explored on my own, and when I tell you that I trust him, I need you to really understand that. He’s not hurting me. Quite the opposite actually.”
Nat gives me another blank stare. “What the hell is the opposite of him not hurting you?”
Alex groans and reaches for my phone, snatching it out of my hand and turning the camera to face him. “I took Kyah away, chained her to my bed, and fucked her for three days straight,” he tells her. “Sometimes I fucked her hard and fast, sometimes it was slow. And sometimes, she was the one fucking me. Now, if you don’t mind, Kyah is trying to ink my chest, and I’m really trying to get through it without shitting my pants, so could you do me a solid and wrap this shit up?”
Alex hands me my phone, and I turn the screen to face me, finding Nat gaping at her phone. “I umm . . . okaaaaaay.”
“Are you good?” I ask. “That was a lot to take in.”
“I need more wine.”
“Okay,” I laugh. “But really, I have to go.”
“The hell you do,” she screeches. “Do you have any idea how many questions I have now?”
“I can imagine,” I tell her. “Are you working tomorrow night? Why don’t you come over? We can get wicked drunk at the bar across the street from my apartment and I’ll tell you everything.”
“Okay, you’ve got yourself a deal,” she tells me. “But when you say everything, I wanteverything, right down to what positions he fucked you in.”
I roll my eyes and can’t help but grin at my best friend. “I’m hanging up now,” I warn her.
Nat groans and rolls her eyes. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
A wide grin stretches across my face. “Love you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” she says, and with that, ends the call.
I let out a heavy breath, feeling as though that went just about as well as it could have gone. I mean, she’s going to drill me tomorrow night for every last sordid detail, wanting to know exactly how it all went down and how I ended up dating my stalker. Then once I’ve done that, she’s going to get me drunk on tequila, take me back to my apartment, and have me act out every last scene, but it’s fine, especially considering that there will be a crazy, obsessive stalker watching me through my security feed. Though, knowing his eyes will be on me, only makes it that much better.
Putting my phone back down, I switch out my gloves for a new pair before settling back on my stool and picking up the tattoo gun. “Sorry,” I tell him. “She would have started to panic if she didn’t hear from me soon.”
“It’s fine,” he tells me. “Though I was hoping to spend all of tomorrow night inside that sweet cunt of yours, but I guess it’s going to have to wait.”
I roll my eyes and take sweet satisfaction out of the way he gasps when I press the tattoo gun back to his chest. “Weren’t you about to tell me about your mom?”
“Shit. I was hoping you’d forgotten about that.”
“Nope. Memory like an elephant,” I tell him. “Though, I don’t want to pry. I don’t need you to spill the dirty details. I just need to know if it’s true. Did she really die of a drug overdose when you were deployed?”
Alex holds my stare, the silent seconds passing between us holding so much weight. “No,” he finally tells me. “She died in my arms after I tore her heart right out of her body.”
My hand falters over his chest, and I swallow hard, my heart pounding. “Shit.”
“Mm-hmm,” he says. “I don’t have any intentions of lying to you, Kyah. If this is going to work between us, then you need to fully understand what you’re getting yourself into, but you shouldn’t take that for granted. Don’t ask me questions if you are not prepared to know the answers.”
“And what happens if I don’t like the answers I’m getting and decide that I can’t do this with you?”
He presses his lips into a hard line. “If only you knew just how much of my time that question takes up,” he admits. “I honestly don’t know. I wish I were the kind of man who could just accept that you didn’t want to be with me and walk away. But then I run the risk that you would be out in the world, knowing all these things about me, and I am not sure if that’s in my best interest.”
“You would kill me?”
“It would be the smart thing to do, but if it really came down to it, I don’t think I’d have the strength to follow through,” he admits. “Either way, I don’t believe it will be an issue because whether you wanted to be with me or not, I would not be capable of letting you go.”
I nod, working on his shading to help keep my mind at ease. “But you wanted to kill me, right? When you first started following me.”
