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Watching Poppy calms me. Trust me, the world wants me to remain calm.
When she moved I went on a war path until I could get cameras installed again. Her new apartment presented some issues. It wasn't as simple as just breaking and entering. We resolved that, and I became calm again.
When I'm bored, I look at her search history. I never went as far as reading all her text messages. Her and Harper tend to babble on. Harper is another issue I need to erase eventually.
I had the idea to look at her recent texts one day. That's when I saw the text messages from another guy. A fucking psycho who was trying to trick Poppy into thinking he could love her.
You can't love someone who belongs to another, and Poppy belongs to me.
The problem is this new guy isn't like the others. He's connected, so I've been trying to wait patiently until it fizzles. Poppy will realize he's a fake.
Have I been worried he will touch her? No. She would never allow that to happen. Poppy loves me; she gave her virginity to me. Girls who keep it that long don't just go wild.
But what if she did?
I slam the whiskey glass down, threatening to shatter the thick crystal. The force of it vibrates through my hand, but I reel myself back. No. I'm not going there. I need to remain calm.
Every move must be calculated, every emotion under tight control. Losing it now would ruin everything.
Poppy’s just been trying to make me jealous. It’s working. This cry for help from her will soon be answered.
This prick seems to have really made Poppy think she’s happy. She’s not. She can’t be happy without me. Poppy is good at faking things. I've seen her. She isn't happy with him.
Poppy loves me! She was just scared to admit it because she had lost so many people she cared about. Poppy was scared she would lose me. I wanted Poppy to taste that fear. That's why I let her live without me, and I needed time to create my plan behind my father's back.
The door to the private room opens, and Kimberly sneaks inside. She sways as she walks towards me. It's a marvel she can walk at all, let alone in those heels, after her alcohol intake.
Her hand caresses her hip. Does she think that's sexy?
She wears pink a lot because her mom told her it looks adorable on her. I don’t want adorable.
“You left.” She grins, closes the distance, and starts to unbutton my shirt. Her fake nails dig into my chest.
I grind my teeth. I want to smack her hands away; the alcohol on her breath annoys me.
Sometimes I sleep with her because I’m bored; other times, I picture Poppy.
I look at my phone again. Nothing from my tech guys. Goddamnit!
“I’m not in the mood.” I hiss as I swat her hands away.
She smiles. She’s demented like that; she likes when I’m cruel.
I hate her grin. I liked Poppy’s fear better. It was so beautiful when she let me control that emotion.
Kimberly reaches for my belt,“I’ll get you in the mood.”
I roll my eyes as she peels my pants down. Whatever, I’ll just imagine it’s Poppy.
I try to text my guys to see why the fuck I’m still waiting for the cameras to be fixed. I shoot them a text, and while I wait, I open up my saved videos of Poppy right as Kimberly takes me into her mouth. The video plays, Poppy’s in her new apartment, just coming out of the shower.
“Hmmm,” Kimberly purrs as her hot breath fans over my cock,“See, I can get you in the mood.” She says before she begins to suck me.
It’s not you; it’s Poppy who just dropped her towel that got my cock hard.
The cameras I installed are of the highest detail. I can make out the beads of water rolling down Poppy’s body. Then, she starts to rub her body with her towel as she dries off.
“Yes,” I grunt.I want Poppy. I need her.
