Page 51 of Obsessive Love

Kaleb:

Exactly, that's a valid reason.

Miles:

Then you had me install a tracking app on her phone and in her hair clip.

Kaleb:

Very reasonable thing to do.

Miles:

After that, you asked for a tracker that you could imbed in her fucking skin!

Kaleb:

I just want to make sure I always know where she is so that I can keep her safe. I don't understand the problem here, Miles.

Miles:

That's because you're insane.

You live with the woman now, so why the fuck do you need a camera?

Have you stopped sneaking into her room?

Kaleb:

I'll pay you double for it if you stop bloody asking me questions and just get me a camera.

I stop outside the last shop on my list and lean against the large glass window as I wait for Miles to reply. I watch the littlebubble that indicates he's typing pop up and disappear three times before he finally agrees and tells me to meet him in an hour.

I smirk and tuck my phone away then walk inside, straight to the customer service desk.

"Excuse me," I say, gaining the shop worker's attention. "I'm looking for some sort of ornament or something that can go on a shelf. Something that's either purple in colour or butterfly-shaped, preferably both of those things, but it has to be hollow inside. Do you think you have anything like that?"

The man watches me with wide eyes and audibly gulps before frantically nodding.

"Y-yes, sir. I'm sure we can find something like that for you!"

He scrambles out from behind the desk, walking speedily through the store. I follow after him, determined to find another present for my girl before I head back to Jericho's.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Sophia

"Quickly, Jay. I need to close the door before Kaleb senses it's unlocked and tramples his way in here!" I hiss, watching Jaylen push the large, rectangular footstool into my room.

"Are all of the women in this family always this damn dramatic?" he retorts, sliding the last part of the footstool into my room and then shaking his head as he sits down on it to catch his breath.

I quickly shut my door, reinforcing the useless barrier between myself and the other occupants of this house.

"I'm not being dramatic, Jay. I need to keep my distance from him. He messes with my head and makes me think and do things I shouldn't."

Jaylen chuckles, getting up from the footstool and stepping over to the shelves he'd put up earlier, placing some of my picture frames on them.

"Sounds to me like you have feelings for him and when you're around him, you can't think straight because you're allflustered," he teases, putting a picture of me, Jess, and himself from college front and centre on one of the shelves.

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