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I just need his crazy ass to get on the same page.

Call me delusional, but the fact he’s stalking me means he’s obsessed with me. Just like I am with him. I can’t be mad about that.

If he wants a show to watch, I’ll give him one. In fact, I’ll do it so well, hopefully he will be bashing my door off its hinges to get to me. I want him so consumed by me he stops this damn distance thing.

I might not have control over many aspects of my life, but getting the man of my dreams to see me for who I really am is something I can.

I will make Alexei mine.

I wonder what he does when he watches me? I know what I’d be doing. Picking up a red lollipop, I lean against the counter looking directly at the camera.

That kiss was enough to have me turned on every damn night thinking about it. Imagining his lips…elsewhere. His rough hands holding me in place. Letting him own me. Just how I crave from him.

Opening the wrapper, I seductively pop it into my mouth and suck.

It’s sweetness bursting on my tongue, I can totally see why he’s addicted to these things.

I slide my crop top strap down my shoulder, picking up my phone, I pretend to make a call.

“Oh hi, Dan. I’m bored, and horny. Do you feel like coming over?” I twirl the sugary treat around my tongue.

“Great. See you soon.” With a grin, I turn around and flick my long blond locks over my shoulder.

Digging a piece of paper out of the drawer I scribble a note for Alexei, leave my sucker on top, and saunter out of the room.

He’s played his cards and now it’s my turn. I hope my deal lands with his dick inside me.

If he turns up, that tells me everything I need to know.

He loves me too.

I just hope this doesn’t ruin everything. I guess he should have thought about that before kissing me and stalking me.

We’re either going to create a storm and demolish everything, or we will dance in the rain together.

Slipping off my shorts, I look at my reflection in the mirror, guiding my hands down my sides. No matter how many times I try this, I never see anything I love about myself.

I see the way my hips bulge out, I see the little bits of cellulite on my ass. In fact every time I look I find something new I hate.

So I flick off the lights, keeping my royal blue lace bra and matching thong on, then slip under the covers.

I wonder if he has a camera in here too?

CHAPTER 38

ALEXEI

Slamming the laptop shut,I pick it up and smash it repeatedly against the dining table.

Sheila squawks next to me.

“Shut up,” I growl at her.

I much prefer her over Bruce. He’s grumpy. Kinda reminds me of Nikolai. Maybe I should rename him.

Fuck. I shake my head. Lara. My brain is on Lara.

I think her little show was for me. Dan? Who the fuck is Dan?

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