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You mean aside from your cum?
Jesus. Yeah, aside from that.
I’m happy with anything you cook.
You sure? If you fancy something to eat, tell me. I’ll go grocery shopping in a bit.
Nah. I love anything you cook. Do what you want. Also, you’re getting groceries right now? It’s the afternoon.
I finished classes early, so I’m heading to the penthouse.
Hell yeah. I’m on my way.
Don’t you have uni?
Not important.
Don’t skip classes, Nikolai. I’ll see you later.
So yeah, I totally skipped classes. I actually left that class while reading his last text and rode my bike all the way here. I left it at a local parking lot and followed him around on foot.
He can’t possibly expect me to stay away when he’s going to the penthouse this early. It’s true that I last saw him this morning, but I’ve been going through withdrawals.
My mood is dangerously dependent on him and that’s not even funny anymore, but I’m done trying to figure it out.
I’m just obsessed with this man and everything about him. Some would argue it’s something a lot more dire than obsession.
He consumes me, but he also grounds me. I’ve never felt as mentally strong as when I’m with him. Even the most mundane things we do together—having meals, watching movies, listening to him read the boring morning newspapers—bring a huge smile to my face.
Brandon King is ravaging me alive, and I can’t wait until I’m fully inside him.
In the meantime, I’m content with indulging in my stalkerish tendencies. I wait by the corner of the grocery store. I’d love to go inside, but it’s one of those small shops where I’d totally stand out, and while I don’t mind, he would.
My lotus flower fits right in with the locals. I catch a glimpse of him putting a few tomatoes in his basket while smiling at something the shop owner says. Now, she’s an older woman, but notthatold. Maybe in her thirties, and I don’t like the whole interaction.
Lady better stop giving him heart eyes if she’s in the mood to live another day.
I’m about to creep up into her field of vision and scare the bejesus out of her when I catch a peculiar view from off to the side.
Since Bran turned me into a professional stalker, I always pick the best spots to watch him up close and personal, and for that reason, these locations are…rather obscure. I often run into all sorts of bizarre views, including couples, druggies, and homeless people.
This one, however, is different.
Usually, the couples who lurk in corners are doing some heavy petting, if not actual sex. The current scene is nowhere near that image.
A larger guy shoves another one against the wall with a tight grip on his T-shirt’s collar, and I hear, “Shut the fuck up.”
Any other time, I’d ignore this and change my position to continue stalking my Bran.
Something stops me, though.
The guy who’s been shoved against the wall is familiar. Wait…is that…?
“Gaz?” I ask, walking toward them.
Sure enough, my cousin looks up, his fist clenched in the other man’s shirt. An older man—at least early to mid-thirties—who’s dressed in a white button-up shirt, black slacks, and leather shoes. His dark hair is slicked back and his expression is solemn.
He looks at me with complete disregard, as if I just intruded on his fun.
