Page 3 of Stalking His Prey

“And men like you arepreciselywhy that is the case,” I snap back. I turn to Anna and toss her a twenty for my share of the drinks. “Tell Todd that if he wants to recommend a guy to me again, find The Tree Saw Killer. At least he’ll put me out of my misery.”

And with that, I spin on my uncomfortable heels that I broke out just for tonight and march out the door.

What an epic disaster.

Men. They think they know what you want, but they never truly do.

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HAWK

ONE WEEK LATER…

A posseof girls in skirts and heels pass by as I sit in my truck. The one in the middle with the dress that barely covers her ass is wearing a crown and waving around a sparkler. All her friends are chanting, “Twenty-one! Twenty-one!”

Jesus, it’s only 8:00 a.m. These little screwballs either started early today or have been up all night partying. Neither would surprise me.

Some guys laying brick down the block give them the eye, watching as they take selfies and pose for TikTok videos. They look like a pack of hungry hyenas, foaming at the mouth as the squad passes by.

I can’t even remember a time when I’d be interested in a single one of those girls.

The only girl that interests me has just gone into the shower. I know that not because she told me or because I’m waiting for her. I know because I’ve been watching her from where I’m parked across the street from her apartment building.

Penelope. The girl of my dreams.

You’ll never learn, will you? You have to close your right bedroom curtain over the left curtain or it will leave a gap that any creep could just look into to get a view of you and your beautiful body. Any creep like me…

Penelope. My angel.

My painful addiction.

My obsession with Penelope began two months ago, and ever since then, it’s just dug deeper and deeper into my soul, embedding itself there like an immovable anchor.

The first time I saw her eyes…they possessed me. Captured me like no woman ever has. Since then, I’ve been following her every move–from a distance, of course. No need to scare her.

Even if she knew what I was doing, Penelope would never report me to the police. Because she needs me.

I know it, and so does she. I’m the only man on this Earth who has what she needs, and the time has finally come, today, for me to give it to her.

I see the light go off in her bathroom and lift my binoculars to my eyes.

Through the gap in the curtains, I catch a glimpse of her bare body. Her perky breasts, the feminine curve of her hips that sweeps down to the most seductive set of legs I’ve ever seen.

I’m hard in an instant. Blood pumps to my cock, forcing me to unbutton my jeans to alleviate some of the pressure.

“God. Look at you, gorgeous…”

I’m hooked on her. Controlled by her every move.

At 33 years old, I’m nearly twice her age, but so what? Girls love older guys. Especially when all the ones their age these days look like a bunch of pre-pubescent pop-star wannabes.

I could have gone up to her weeks ago and simply asked her out. She would have said yes.

But that would be wrong. That’s not what Penelope wants, or more importantly, what she needs.

And Iwillgive Penelope what she needs.

I peer through my binoculars as she dresses.

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