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Why does he want me gone so badly?
Tasting the rich and warm vanilla tones, I sigh heavily. Placing the glass back down onto the marble counter. With my elbows placed on the surface, I aimlessly stare off into space. My eyes are fixed on the screen, but I know I’m not taking in any of the information. Nothing looks appealing. For the past few days, I’ve allowed myself to think about what life could be like in New York. However, in my fantasy Harry, Eric, and my mom are nowhere to be seen.
With my phone still placed on the breakfast bar, I jump as it begins to ring. ‘Unknown Caller’ lights up the screen as I sit frozen in place for a moment. Taking a deep breath, I answer softly.
“Hello?”
“You know you have a tell.” That deep, husky voice speaks through the phone as the shudder runs over my skin. “When you’re nervous, you pick at your thumb with your forefinger.”
Clutching the phone in my hand, I glance at my thumb which I’ve managed to pick at enough to make sore. My eyes begin to slowly move around the room, looking to each corner as the deep chuckle crackles down the line.
“How long have you been watching me?” I turn around on my stool and look towards the living room.
“Does it matter?” He teases.
“Yes.” I speak through gritted teeth, my frustration becoming more apparent with each passing second.
“Since the moment you moved in.”
As my stomach drops, my mind flashes over the past few weeks in this apartment. The times I’ve been asleep, in the shower, and when Bhodi has been here. Me on my knees, handcuffed.
Fuck…
The deep, throaty laugh continues to taunt me. I feel a hot sweat fall over my entire body. The realization I’ve been watched during some of the most intimate moments, my privacy was fucking invaded, and my mind reels. I swipe the sweat from my brow, as my stomach feels like it wants to fall out of my ass.
Trying to control my breathing, I slowly inhale and exhale keeping my eyes fixed onto the living room. When my feet hit the cool tiles, I slowly walk into the living room, glancing around the walls, wondering how I could have missed a fucking camera.
Easy, because I wasn’t fucking expecting to see one.
My heart begins to thunder in my chest, slowly moving in circles, hoping to see the obvious lens that’s been watching me for weeks.
“What do you want from me?” My voice becoming louder. “You stalk me, you come here whenever you fucking want, you take what you want, you warn me to leave, and then you just fuck off and don’t reappear for days? Seriously who the fuck are you?” I begin to feel lightheaded at my outburst. The burst of adrenaline leaves me shaking.
“You’d prefer I knocked?”
My face contorts with further rage at his poor attempt at humor, trying to ignore the fact he’s been watching me.
The sarcasm in his tone, causing me to pinch the bridge of my nose. All this fucking time, I’ve felt that shudder up my spine, felt someone watching me, I thought I was fucking crazy, but it turns out I wasn’t. He’s been fucking watching me, tormenting me from a distance, all because he can.
With the tornado of scenarios spinning around in my head, I keep going to open my mouth, but no words come out. Everything I want to say is stuck in my throat. Eventually wiping the sweat pouring from my brow, I manage to spit out the only words I can form.
“Fuck you!” Mashing the buttons to end the call, my eyes frantically move around the room one more time before grabbing my purse and coat on the way out the door.
Bursting through the main doors of the building, I throw my hand out for a taxi. Luckily, the roads are busy. Within seconds, one pulls up, and I immediately hop in.
“Just drive!” I demand, letting out an exasperated breath.
Clearly, I’m not the first person to ask for this, the driver merely shoots me a look in the rearview mirror before shrugging and pulling out into the traffic. Passing by the tall buildings, I take deep breaths, trying to calm down and figure out my next step.
With the faint sound of ringing, from my purse the taxi driver pipes up, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Your phone’s ringing.”
I cock my head towards him, but once the noise registers, I let out a heavy sigh. Fumbling around in my purse, I finally find my phone.
Unknown Caller - Fucking great…
Knowing he can’t see me now, I hit the accept button and pull the phone to my ear.
