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Pulse racing, I crouch down behind my couch. Was he taking a picture of me? No, I’ve been reading too many weird stalker romances. There’s no way…
I creep back up so that I can see out the window again, dread coursing through my veins. The man is still there, but now his face is illuminated by the cell phone he’s checking. Tousled red hair, pale skin, strong jaw…it can’t be. He looks like the guy I met tonight.
No, now I reallyamletting my imagination carry me away. It’s not Max. That would be insane. But the thought won’t go away, so I dart over to grab my phone. My hands shake as I open up my contacts and find his name. I type out a text, taking multiple attempts with my nervous fingers.
Mona: Hey Max. It’s Mona. We met at Nightlight earlier.
I creep back to my hiding place behind the couch and watch out the window, taking a minute to work up the nerve to send the message. The man—definitely not Max—has set his phone down, and I press send.Oh god, please let it not be him.A second passes and his phone screen lights up. He picks it up and begins typing something. It’s got to be a coincidence, that doesn’t mean that’s him out there—
My phone vibrates and I scream, throwing it across the floor like it burned me.Fuck! Oh god, oh god.The man I met tonight followed me home. He’s outside. He’s watching me.
Heart threatening to pound out of my chest, I crawl over to the phone and look at it.
Max: Hi Mona, lovely to hear from you. I’ve gotta admit, I’m shocked you messaged me. In a good way! I know your friend was really shaken up, so I didn’t expect you to message me tonight. Or even remember me at all. Hope you got home okay.
My fear morphs into anger as I read his message. He hopes I got home okay?You’d know, fucker. What the hell is wrong with this guy? And why is it that the one time a hot guy is interested in me, he ends up being a creep?
I stand up and glower down at the car outside. Screw this. I’m not going to let him scare me. With gritted teeth, I throw on my hoodie and race down my stairs. I’m out the door, and standing next to his car door by the time my rational brain kicks in. But it’s too late. He turns and sees me just as I’m about to knock on his window, so I let my anger continue to fuel me and say a silent prayer that I don’t get murdered.
I have to stumble backward as he opens his car door and gets out. “Mona?” His stupid, handsome face twists with concern and surprise. Like I’m the one acting crazy right now, and not him—the man who followed me home to take photos of me.
“What the fuck are you doing outside my apartment?” I shout, my voice cutting through the silent night air.
“I wasn’t—”
“I saw you! You were taking pictures of me. You followed me home to watch me! How dare you?!” My fists ball up, ready to fight in case he gets physical.
“Please, Mona, I can explain. Can you lower your voice?” He holds his hands up appeasingly, and takes a step closer.
I panic, punching out wildly as he approaches. He grabs my wrists before I can strike him and pulls me against his chest. I scream, struggling against his hold, and he curses. He switches my wrists to one hand and claps a heavy palm over my mouth.
Oh god, this is how I die. No matter how hard I fight him, he holds me in place with ease. My vision blurs with terrified tears as I look into his eyes, expecting menace and victory in his dark gaze. Instead, he looks equally terrified. “I don’t want to hurt you. Please. I just need you to be quiet,” he says, his deep voice wavering. Not exactly the sound of a psycho stalker. Maybe I can convince him to let me go.
I take a shuddering inhale and nod, forcing myself to stop struggling against his hold. He drops his hand from my mouth with a look of warning. “Please, just let me go. I don’t know why you’re following me, but I’m not worth it. I promise I won’t tell anyone you were watching me.Please.” Hot, heavy tears pour down my face as I beg for my life.
“I wasn’t watching you. Gods, I didn’t mean to scare you. I wouldnever…” he says, his expression pained as he lets me go. The moment I’m free, I run, tearing toward my front door. I hear him hiss my name out after me, but there’s no way I’m sticking around. I lock my door and slam on the security chain, then race upstairs to see his car pulling away. When it’s gone from sight, I sink down to the floor, shaking.
It takes an hour before I’m calm enough to get up. I just sit there, frozen, waiting for the adrenaline and terror to subside. When I can get up, I go downstairs and double-check my lock, then lock my bedroom door behind me before I lie down.
Right as I feel myself drifting off, my phone vibrates. I can’t look at it. What if it’s him? I wait in terror for more notifications, but none come. When I finally fall asleep, he’s there in my dreams. Watching me.
8
Heavy footsteps pound on the pavement, gaining on me as I hurry down the street. The streetlight above me flickers out, plunging me into darkness. I gasp as hot breath caresses the back of my neck. It’s the only warning that he’s caught up to me before his arms band around my waist and pull me back to his solid chest with a jarring thud.
“No!” I cry out, but the night swallows up my protest.
“Oh yes,” he growls, as he tugs me against the apartment building. I catch myself against the wall before my body collides with it. “I’ve been watching you. Waiting to catch you. Now you’re mine.” His rasping tone sends a shiver of fear and anticipation down my spine.
“Please.” My voice is little more than a shaky whisper and the dark laugh he lets out behind me makes my legs shake.
“Begging for me already? Who am I to deny you?” Rough hands tug my skirt up as he knees my legs apart. He shoves my panties to the side and I feel the hot press of the tip of his cock against my asshole.
My whole body thrums with terror and heat. “No, not there!”
“Say no all you want, but I know you’re a dirty whore who wants me to fuck her ass. I feel how wet you are.” His fingers slide between my thighs to prove his point, and he slicks his cock with my arousal before bringing it back to my ass. “Now take it like a good little slut.”
His cock presses into my tight hole, and I cry out into the night. Wanting to push him away. Wanting him inside me even more. It’s too much, too good—
