Page 13 of Hunted Obsession

She rises to her toes, touches her lips to mine, and then she is gone, running off to her car, which is parked in the visitor spot. She’s gotten what she wanted and now she’s fucking gone.

What. Ever.

I watch her until she is out of the parking lot.Fuck. At least she’s out of my hair for a while. I’m not sure how long this is going to last or if this is going to be a regular thing, but I wantedeasy. And I’m coming to the conclusion that Emmie is going to be a bit more to handle than I wanted.

But at the same time, she’s a damn good ride.

LUCILLE

I watchas he folds into his car, then drives away and heads toward his favorite coffee place. I’m exhausted, but I still follow him. He gets his normal order, which is a black coffee with a double shot of espresso.

I don’t know how he drinks that and goes to bed, but I remember him doing it years ago, and he always slept like a baby. After a good fuck, that is. Coffee and sex. It always made Theron pass right out.

When he pulls into his parking garage, I almost drive past and head home, but something catches my eye. It’s Emmie. Slowly, I pull into the garage, but instead of parking where I can watch them clearly, I make my way around the corner and park in an empty stall.

Opening my car door, I slip out and tiptoe so that I can hear and watch them. I shouldn’t be doing this, but then again, I shouldn’t do a lot of things I do—it seems to be the theme of my life.

Shaking the thoughts of myself away, I focus on Theron and Emmie. As I watch them, I frown. She’s putting on a whole show. It’s a complete act. She pouts, bats her eyes, and touches his chest. She is hitting all the spots, but when I shift my gaze over to him, I notice something for the first time.

He is not into it—the act, that is.

Interesting.

Granted, I knew that Theron wasn’t stupid, but I didn’t pay attention to the way he really looked at Emmie. He’s using her.He’s tolerating her, but that’s about it. I can’t deny that I love that. I mean, I don’t love that he’s screwing her when he should be screwing me, but I do love that he hasn’t fallen for her shit.

She’s gone a few moments later, but I can’t take my eyes off him. He waits until she leaves, watching her, then turns toward the elevator. But instead of walking right inside, he turns his head and looks directly at me, or at least in my direction.

Sucking in my breath, I hold it as my heart slams against my chest. I know he doesn’t see me because he doesn’t even flinch as he stares, but I know he senses me. Backing away, I slip as far away from him as possible without making a noise.

When I hear the ding of the elevator car, I let my breath out, and once the doors slide closed, only then do I chance opening my car door and leaving the garage. Driving home is a blur. I’m so exhausted that I can’t even think.

Once I’m inside my apartment, I close my eyes and lean against the closed front door with a heavy sigh. I’m exhausted and confused. Emmie isn’t just manipulative. She’s something else, and I’m getting nothing but bad vibes from her.

Sure, most of those bad vibes stem from jealousy, but there is more to it. I don’t know what, but I have a feeling there is something happening that I haven’t figured out yet. It’s eating at me the way that no other woman or situation with Theron has before.

The Willow Club is at the center of this, and I want to know what the hell is going on.

But I can’t worry about it at this exact moment. I’m exhausted. Moving toward my bathroom, I start the shower. While I’m waiting for the water to heat up, I find my playlist on my phone and start it.

The sounds of nineties alternative rock fill my bathroom as I step into the steamy shower. I don’t know why I love this music. It’s not like I was born in the nineties, but there’ssomething comforting about the sounds, the beat, the male vocals. Smashing Pumpkins and Bush are my favorites, but I do love the classic sounds of Kurt Cobain, too.

Closing my eyes, I let the warm water wash over me. I usually don’t wash my hair before I go to sleep, not wanting to have a wet pillow, but I need to feel the warm water everywhere right now.

Once I’m finished, wet hair and all, I drag myself to bed. I don’t even put my pajamas on. I’m far too exhausted to be bothered with that. I slip between the sheets, and when my head hits the pillow, my eyes instantly close.

Chapter Six

LUCILLE

Gasping,I sit straight up and wildly look around the room, trying to find the source of what’s startled me awake. It’s the middle of the day still; I can see the light coming in through the small slats of my blinds.

Quietly, I sit and listen, waiting for whatever it was that caused me to wake the way it did. Pressing my lips together, I breathe through my nose. In and out. In and out. But there is nothing.

Slowly, I lie back down on my pillow and look up at the ceiling.

I blink, roll to my side, and stare at the wall as I try to force myself to fall asleep again.

It doesn’t work.

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