Page 94 of Stalker

Wiping away the tears and taking a deep breath, I eyed the electronics again like I was staring at Pandora’s box.

All the secrets to Dane’s world laid at my fingertips, but I knew if I gave in to taking even just a peek, I’d be even further from moving on than I’d got in the three months since leaving.

If I was being honest, though, I wasn’t any closer to being over him. I didn’t think I ever would be.

Before I could convince myself not to, I powered on the tablet and felt my heart do somersaults in my chest as it loaded. As soon as the menu popped up, I gasped as I saw all the available cameras to view.

Forty-two.

Forty-two different angles to use, to watch him. There was nowhere to hide from me.

The camera’s with movement on them were highlighted in red to signal which ones were active and before I could stop myself, I clicked on the one that was labeled office.

And then there he was.

In vivid color was Lincoln. But he didn’t look like anything I’d ever seen the mysterious businessman look like before.

He sat in the chair at his desk, working on something, but I couldn’t see the screens because the camera seemed to be tucked between two of the screens, facing him.

“My god.” I whispered as I let my eyes rove over the man sitting there.

Man didn’t quite describe him, though. Because the figure sitting in the chair lookedwild.

His hair was longer, mussed up like he constantly ran his fingers through it instead of the effortless style he normally wore it in. He also had a full beard covering his jaw, adding to that animalistic look he had.

He was shirtless, showing my hungry eyes all of his delicious tattoos I only saw in the picture he first sent me.

My mouth fucking watered as I stared at him, and my pulse picked up, thrumming through my entire body.

Specifically, low in my stomach. God, I missed the monster in front of me more than I could bear to admit. In the bottom corner of my screen, other camera views were available, and I flicked through them, looking down on my monster from every angle in his office.

He didn’t have the cameras before everything happened; I was sure of it.

He did it for me.

So I could stalk him.

I stood up from the table, staring at the screen uninterested in anything else around me as I crawled into my bed, covering my body up with the thick blankets and propped the tablet up so I could keep watching him.

He was coding something on his computer screen and I simply stared at him, memorizing every inch of his face and body now thatI knew he wasn’t just my boss that I lusted after, but really the man that had touched my body deeper than any other man ever had.

Every night shared with Dane played on repeat in my head as I watched him on the screen. But as the memories played out, I finally had a face to put on my monster’s body as he fucked me wildly in my biggest fantasies.

He stopped typing suddenly and clicked something as I switched views to see his screens.

My breath caught when I saw that every single screen on the wall had changed to—me.

Pictures of me, from so many different times covered the screens. Dane sat back in his chair and ran his hand over his face and sighed as he stared, and I leaned closer to the screen to watch him. Part of me wanted to get in my car and drive straight back to Massachusetts and back to Hartington.

Another part of me felt like I didn’t know the man in front of me at all, though. He was a mystery. And that was why I stayed still, watching him as he stared at pictures of me for a while before going back to whatever he was doing before that.

And I just kept watching.

Chapter 33 – Lincoln

Not knowing if she was watching was the hardest part.

Thanks to a one text update from Maddox reading ‘Package was delivered’, I knew she got the phone and tablet. I just didn’t know if she turned them on, though.

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