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He grins and goes back to eating his sushi.
“Come on, spill,” I push, happy for the reprieve. Chris rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Oh, come on, you always used to fill me in on your endeavours.”
“Fine, did you see that cute blond behind reception?”
“I did. Isn’t he half your age and a subordinate?”
My brother has always had a habit of dating people he shouldn’t. He waves me off, but I raise an eyebrow at him.
“You sure that’s a smart idea?” I ask teasingly.
“Oh, come on, Anders, you know what hospitals are like. Everyone’s fucking.”
“You’re such a dog.” I laugh and go back to eating my food while he gushes over the receptionist.
Ugh, I’d rather not think about my brother banging twenty-year-olds, but if it makes him happy, so be it.
He’s a man who knows what he wants and goes after it. Maybe I should take a leaf out of his book. Although, what I want is a six-foot psychopath that chops off guys’ testicles for fun. Not sure what that says about me.
Chapter 12
Jahmar
It’s been three days since I saw Anders. I think I may have well and truly scared him off. According to Femi, he has a ‘stomach bug’.
I thought sharing my deepest, darkest secret with him would bring us closer—evidently not. He’s literally been stalking me, so I don’t think he’s one to judge, but here we are. Clearly, he draws the line at bodily mutilation. It’s a shame, we had a good thing going.
I wonder if he’s still watching me. I’ve made sure to put on one hell of a show each night, just in case.
If he’s avoiding me in person, maybe I can reach him another way…
It’s just after midnight, hopefully, he’s logged on. I grab a Sharpie and a notepad and scribble out a message.
I can explain. I promise it’s not as sinister as it seems. (Well, depending on what you consider sinister, that is, lol.) Please call me. 07294637840.
I hold the piece of paper under the camera for several minutes. Just as I’m about to give up, my phone pings. Butterflies dance in the pit of my stomach. My little stalker can’t stay away.
Flopping onto my bed, I snatch my phone off the bedside table, and casually lean against the headboard with my ankles crossed. I’m aiming for nonchalant as I know he’s watching, but my whole body tingles with joy-riddled anticipation.
Unknown Number
LEAVE ME ALONE.
Yikes, someone’s tetchy. You’d think Anders’ hostile message would deter me…nope. He wouldn’t have messaged if he didn’t want to hear me out.
I quickly save his number with a heart and scroll through Instagram for a few minutes so I don’t come across too keen. I think the only way to keep him engaged is to play this off casually, or he’ll freak out. He has a habit of doing that.
Now, now, little lion. There’s no need to bite. After the other night, I thought we were making progress.
Anders <3
Well, yes, that was before I realised you’re a fucking psychopath.
Are we forgetting the part where you riffled through my apartment and hid a camera above my bed? I’d say we’re both a little psycho. Perfect match, if you ask me.
Anders <3
That’s different. You knew the camera was there from day one. You could’ve confronted me. Hell, you could’ve reported me, but you didn’t. You wanted me to watch. It’s not stalking if you’re into it.
