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Now, what should I do to get the message across that dating other men is unacceptable? Should I trash her apartment? Should I break her TV and laptop? She’s got to know how serious this is, but I don’t want her to think I’m a violent psychopath. I’d never hurt her. I love her.
I stick my hand in my pocket to fondle her panties and think about the note I left on her windshield. How could she go out on a date with another man after I’ve let her know that I’m watching her? That I care about her? I don’t think my intuition is wrong. I know Alana is a good person with good morals. She wouldn’t cheat on me, not even while we’re in the beginning stages. Every time she’s spoken to me when I visit her at work, I can feel the sexual tension in the air and hear the attraction in her voice. She eye fucks me every chance she gets. I just need to remind her she’s mine: mind, body, and soul.
I remove my hand from my pocket and pull myself from the thoughts in my head. I walk over to the dresser on the other side of the room and open the two top drawers. Before I can stop myself, I’m pulling every pair of panties Alana owns out and putting them into a bag that was lying on the floor. I’m going to take these so she can’t wear them for anyone else. I pull the colorful bras from the second drawer and put them in the bag as well. The little slut won’t be modeling any of this shit for anyone but me. I’ll take them home and return them when she acts right.
I slide the bag over my shoulder and walk into the front room. I glance around and see a door jammer lying on the floor next to the front door. The fucking bitch is trying to keep me out of her space. I pick it up and throw it into the bag as well.You’ll have to do better than that, Alana.
I walk to the front door and put my eye close to the peephole. I don’t see any movement from Alana’s neighbors.The door creaks open, and I stand silently at the top of the stairs, listening for any movement down below. When the coast is clear, I make my way down the stairs and out the complex door. The outside air is stiflingly hot and sweat beads up all over my body. When I’m visiting Alana, I always make sure all of my distinguishing features stay hidden.
I’m wearing a t-shirt, hoodie, plain black jeans, and a black baseball cap pulled low over my face. I know this apartment complex doesn’t have surveillance, but with technology these days, I can’t be too careful. A neighbor could have their camera doorbell system recording me. I briskly walk across the hot black pavement and get back into my car. The leather seats are almost hot enough to burn my legs through my jeans, so I start the car and blast the A/C.
32
Chapter Thirty Two
Andreas
By the grace of God, I resisted the urge to follow Alana inside or ask her to come back to my house. The electricity crackling in the air between us was red hot, but I didn’t want her to think that I expected sex from our first date. The build-up has been unbelievable. I know when I finally get her alone, it’ll be intense and worth it. She already texted me and said she regretted not inviting me in, so I know she feels it, too.
I’m ten minutes into my drive home, and I’m listening to Motion City Soundtrack and enjoying the calm before I get back home and have to jump back into work. Even though I thrive on the intensity of staying busy, it’s nice to unwind and pretend I don’t have thousands of people relying on me for jobs and sustainability.
I’m lost in my thoughts when my phone rings.
“Hello?” I answer, eager to hear if she’s going to tell me to turn around and come get her.
“Andreas, I’m sorry,” she says, her voice nasally and emotional. It sounds like she’s been crying.
When I left, she was fine, so alarm bells ring loudly in my head. Before I can ask what’s wrong, her explanation rushes out.
“After you left, I walked inside and texted you, then cleaned up some stuff I left out earlier while I was getting ready. When I went to take the clothes from the living room into my bedroom, my top drawers were open. All of my panties and bras are gone.”
Hearing her voice break at the end of her sentence makes my blood boil. Whatever psycho has been fucking with her has taken it to the next level, and I won’t sit around and wait for something bad to happen. I turn into a church parking lot, do a U-turn, and start driving back to her apartment.
“Go outside, get in your car, and lock the doors. Then I want you to hang up and call the police. I’m on my way back.”
I know she’s freaking out, and I don’t want her getting hurt assuming the asshole isn’t hanging around.
“As soon as they confirm they’re on their way, call me back. It should only take ten minutes.”
“You don’t have to come back. That’s insane. We barely know each other, and I don’t want you to have to take on my weird bullshit.”
“I’m a grown man, Alana. I know I don’t have to come back. But I want to, so I’m turning around because you don’t have friends or family in the area. You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone. Don’t feel bad about it,” I assure her as I press the brake pedal to stop at a stoplight.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“Now hurry and call the police. I’ll probably be there before them. Don’t unlock your car door for anyone.”
“Okay. Thank you, Andreas.”
We hang up, and I impatiently stop at every red light, speeding a little on the longer straightaways. I’m turning into her apartment complex when she calls me back.
“I’m right around the corner,” I say, then hang up as I pull in next to her car.
I jump out of the car and open the door for her. When she stands, the tears fall from her eyes.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so emotional. He didn’t hurt me or anything. I have to get it together before the cops get here. I don’t want them to think I’m hysterical.”
She sniffles and wipes her eyes with the sleeve of the hoodie she threw on before she left her apartment. Crying caused her mascara and eyeliner to smear all over her face, and her eyes are puffy from rubbing them. She’s as pale as a ghost, and I worry she may throw up. I put my arm around her and make her sit on the back of my car while we wait for the squad car to get here.
