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But that’s insane. The mansion has an alarm system that’s switched on at night, and half the time, the sensation of being watched happens in broad daylight when we’re all awake.
God.
Do I tell Dad?
What if he wants me to see a therapist or takes away the little freedom I’ve gained?
What if I’m overreacting and I make Dad worry for nothing?
There’s no reason for some strange, hot man to stalk me.
This is so freaking weird.
Opening the car door, I climb out and grab a couple of bags from the trunk. I carry the groceries to the kitchen while wondering how to handle the situation.
Honestly, I should feel flattered. The man might be interested in me and is looking for the right moment to approach me.
Don’t be freaking stupid!
Chastising myself, I stand by the island and frown.
There’s nothing flattering about being watched, and it feels sinister as hell.
I begin to unpack the bags while thoughts of the strange man keep flitting through my mind.
When I’m done putting everything away, I leave the kitchen and head to my bedroom. I change out of the dress I wore to the store, and put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.
Gathering my hair, I tie it in a ponytail before I sit down on the side of my bed.
I think about what to do for a few minutes, then decide to hold off on telling Dad. I don’t want to cause him unnecessary worry.
If it happens again, I’ll tell him.
Needing to relax, I grab my pillow as I get up and leave the room. When I come down the stairs, Dad walks across the foyer, heading to the kitchen.
When he sees me, he asks, “Did you get everything you wanted?”
I nod.
“You look tired,” he murmurs. “Are you going to get some rest?”
“Yes. I’ll watch some TV and take a nap on the couch,” I say to set him at ease.
Dad’s eyes scan over my face, then he asks, “Would you like to go out for dinner tomorrow night? You can pick the restaurant.”
A smile curves my lips. “I’d love that.”
As he continues to walk toward the kitchen, he says, “It’s a date.”
Heading into the living room, I grab the remote from the coffee table and lie down on the couch. Switching on the TV, I put on episodes of Chef’s Table and snuggle into my pillow.
I struggle to pay attention to the show and think about my stalker. The suits he wears look expensive, and he’s always well put together.
I didn’t see his eyes, but I can still vividly remember they're light brown with a dark green circle.
He’s so attractive that he’d stand out among a thousand people, but still, it feels like he’s always cloaked in shadows.
Wracking my mind, I try to think of why he would want to watch me.
