Page 41 of Grave Obsession

I have to head back in now.

See you later. XO

Ugh, XO, that was cringy as fuck. Oh well, too late to change it now. I rise from the table and head back inside, throwing my muffin wrapper out on the way.

In the bathroom I change from my cleaning uniform into the shirt the restaurant makes us wear. It’s a tight, low cut, black t-shirt that barely contains my breasts with "Silverberry" written in fancy script across the back. I slide on a comfy pair of dark wash jeans and tie the apron around my waist. My phone beeps from my pile of clothes on the floor. Ignoring it as I fumble with the bow at the base of my spine, it beeps again and again, frustrating me.

Forget it, I’ll get Victoria to tie my apron since I’m too frazzled to do it myself. Collecting my things and heading to my locker, I check my phone. Speak of the devil, Victoria is mass messaging me telling me to hurry up because she’s lonely, followed by a bunch of crying faces. Huffing out a half laugh, I reply to her and tell her to chill out, I have ten more minutes of break. Her response is immediate, it’s a frowning face. So dramatic.

I have a message from a new number.

Unknown number:

Are you working tonight, gorgeous?

That must be Nox. I exit out of his message. I can’t deal with him right now. I hope he doesn’t just show up without an invitation, but he probably will to make sure I’m safe. I’ll message him back later on my next break.

I have two new messages from Ghost and electricity shoots through me as I open his messages.

Ghost:

Have a good shift, baby. XO

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Awww, he used XO. I click on the link and the sound of Ghost moaning fills the small space around me. His erection fills my screen as he strokes himself. “Oh, Mallory, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.”

Holy shit. Dampness saturates my panties as I watch him touch himself to the thought of me. I quickly close the video because this is neither the time nor the place to satisfy myself before I have to wait tables for the next eight hours. I have no idea what to reply to either of these men so I just ignore them. I silence my ringer and place it in my locker. After snapping the lock closed, I try one more time to get this apron done up. Thankfully, I manage this time and don’t have to cry to Victoria for help. I splash some cold water on my face and collect myself before heading out to the restaurant.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Graves

Five days. It’s been five days since I texted her from Lennox’s burner phone. Five days of being ignored. Cast aside like I’m nothing, like I didn’t have her writhing on my fingers and tongue. Forgotten, like she didn’t scream my name as she came. Cumming all over Ghost’s pierced cock. Exploding for Nox as he stroked her G spot like Ghost never did. Of course I do that on purpose. Trying to keep a difference up between us.

I’ll lure her to Lennox with those mind fracturing orgasms Ghost just won’t give her. It’s completely unfair but I don’t care, I’ll play so fucking dirty to get what I want.

After she ignored my messages from both Ghost and Graves, I decided to give her some space. Some time apart is good, it makes the heart grow fonder. Of course I’m not really giving her any space. When I’m not watching her from her bedside as she sleeps, I’ve got the video feed of her pulled up on my phone. Watching her float around her house aimlessly, twirling her hair and wringing her hands brings me joy. Satisfaction that my plan is working. Before, she would get lost for hours inside her own mind, sitting stagnant on the couch, stiff and unblinking for absurd amounts of time. When she would eventually come back to reality, her lips would be dry, eyes bloodshot, and limbs stiff from immobility. She was withering before my very eyes.

Five days of complete radio silence from my little siren ends now. She doesn’t work at the restaurant tonight and I refuse to be ignored any longer.

It’s just after 2 pm when I see her emerge from the hotel. Her hair is in a high ponytail and swings from side to side as she walks. She’s looking at her phone as she crosses the lot, not paying any attention to the world around her. She’s so careless about her safety. I rev my engine…nothing. Not even a glance up from her fucking phone. Opening the windows, I do it again. I know she can hear it. Her pace slows but she keeps her eyes down. Ignoring me yet again. Rage wells within me, how dare she fucking disregard my existence. She has to know I’m here for her. To see her. She passes right in front of my truck without as much as a fleeting look in my direction.

She follows Ghost’s rules so well, so obedient and desperate to please him. But, I know there’s a flicker of a spark for Lennox inside of her. I need to find it, expose it, and douse it in gasoline.

She sidles up beside her hunk of junk Civic as I rev up my truck and spin my rear tires. Her face contorts in anger but she continues to ignore me. The burn out is immature and attention-seeking, the equivalent of a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Black smoke plumes as I burn rubber and kick up rocks and debris, shooting it all over the rear of the parking lot. A car alarm somewhere behind me goes off and that gets her attention. Her eyes are full of ire as she turns to me. Fists clenched at her sides so tight that I’m almost positive her nails are digging into her palms; using the pain to distract her from the emotions welling inside her.

I ease up off the accelerator and my tires slow to a stop. I was pushing it a little too close to causing damage to my vehicle, but it worked. She broke and looked at me, so I’ll put that in the win column.

She opens the back door of her car and throws all her belongings inside. Standing there for another moment, it’s almost like she’s giving herself an internal pep talk. I wonder what she’s saying.

She stomps over to me, her tits bouncing with her barely restrained fury. The feeling is mutual, babe. She’s only a few feet from me when I decide to piss her off just a little bit more. I roll up the windows to the truck. She stops dead in her tracks, clearly confused and offended by my actions. Now she needs to make the decision to seek me out and talk to me since I’m enclosed in my vehicle. This will be a deliberate disregard of what Ghost asked of her.

My palms are sweating and I slide my leather gloves on as I wait to see what she will do. Come on, Mallory, choose me. I won’t make you regret it.

She looks back at her car and then returns her sights to me. I know she can barely see me through the dark tint of my windows, but she can feel my burning gaze upon her. A slow step towards me, then another and another. Triumph threatens to explode out of me in loud hooting and aggressive fist pumping, but I keep it contained.

She stands beside the driver's side door, clearly waiting for me to acknowledge her presence. Isn’t it maddening to be ignored, little siren? A wicked feeling shoots through me as I dish it out as good as she does. I’m about to press the button to roll down the window, looking down upon her from my lifted truck will only piss her off more.

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