Page 5 of Stalked By the Linebacker

“What? Why?” I frowned. Her answer took me by surprise. I wasn’t a cocky fucker, but girls always wanted to hang out. Getting turned down wasn’t something I was used to.

“Not even a little bit,” she added, and I blinked.

“Why?” I sounded like a fucking parrot. I had a better vocabulary than this.

“Hector, I just… I don’t do parties,” she shared gently.

“But—"

“Plus, I’m pulling a double. I’m working overnight.”

“Overnight?” I repeated slowly. My brows bunched tightly. I tore my eyes from hers and looked around the restaurant’s parking lot. She was working overnight. Here? Suddenly, a bunch of new worries slammed into me.

Is it safe?

Will she be okay?

When the hell will she rest?

“What time are you off.” I had no business asking, much less making it sound like a demand.

I had no idea what the hell I was doing. The overprotective, already obsessed, thing inside me was in control and had taken over and already elt really fucking possessive of the sweetness in front of me.

“What? Why?” she squeaked. My brow rose, silently challenging her to question me again.

“What time are you off, princesa?” The term of endearment slipped past my lips, but I wasn’t going to take it back. Libby looked just like a princess. The quirky one with long hair my youngest sister, Gris, used to love to watch.

“Princesa?” she repeated softly, as if to herself. “Princess?” she guessed, looking completely confused.

“Babe, what time are you off?”

“Five,” she blurted.

“In the morning?” I gasped.

“Yeah.” She glanced over my shoulder, and I didn’t have to follow her eyes to know that her boss was probably standing there. Nosily watching us and probably trying to hurry her back inside. I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t like I could force her to come back with me and make her quit her job.

Could I?

“I’m sorry.” She started to stand, and I followed her. “I should get back to work. It was really nice catching up,” she politely said.

“Right,” I sounded slowly. I watched her hand extend as if she was going to shake mine, but I wasn’t going to have that. I grabbed it and pulled her into a hug. She stilled for a moment before her arms wrapped around me and she hugged me back.

A bunch of shit happened in that moment.

Things I doubted she realized but I knew without a doubt in my head.

She is it.

She is mine.

The way she fit in my arms, the way she felt in my embrace felt right. There was no way this thing could be one sided.What the hell has she done to me?In less than ten minutes, Libby had bewitched me. Cast some kind of spell and awakened a primal being deep inside of me.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” I whispered roughly atop her blonde head. She pulled back just enough for our eyes to meet while she was still in my hold.

Fuck.Like this, our size difference was really fucking obvious and really fucking doing it for me. Not to mention the wonder in her gaze had my cock throbbing. I wanted to be the one, the only one, to make her look that way from here on out.

“I will,” she whispered.

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