Page 37 of Hunted Obsession

There’s a moment of silence, and that’s when I lean forward and take a sip of my iced coffee, turning my head slightly to look over to Emmie. She must sense my gaze. Slowly, her head turns to the side, and her eyes find mine.

Lifting my head from my drink, I give her a smile. She stares at me for a moment, her eyes blinking as she tilts her head to the side. I can see the confusion clearly etched on her face. She’s trying to place me, but she hasn’t yet.

I love it.

This shit is exactly what I was trying to accomplish.

“Hey,” I say, trying to keep my voice even toned.

She presses her lips together, narrows her eyes, then schools her features. All of it happens in a split second. Then she gives me a small smile. “You look so familiar. Have we met?”

It’s my turn to give her my own look. Tilting my head to the side, I slip my tongue out and touch my top lip before I shake my head once.

“I don’t think so,” I say, making sure that the words come out slowly.

I want it to be very clear that I have no damn clue who this bitch is. She frowns, then turns back to the nail tech. For the next twenty minutes, we sit in silence. I decide she can sit and think about who I am; it can bother her all afternoon, for all I care.

I’m pretty sure it does bother her because when the UV light machine is drying her nails, I feel her gaze on me, and I slowly turn my head again, lifting my eyes to meet hers. Arching a brow, I silently ask her what the fuck she wants.

“Seriously, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s going to drive me crazy. Did you go to Nights High School?” she asks.

I hum. “I did. Class of 2014. You?”

She frowns. “I’m class of 2012. Maybe that’s it.”

I almost laugh. Almost. But instead, I give her a smile. “It must be.”

A few moments later, we’re both taken to the pedicure stations and then she starts chatting to me. She asks me if I know a whole list of people from high school, and I tell her no, because I honestly don’t. It’s really bugging the shit out of her that I look familiar, and she can’t place me.

“Maybe you know my boyfriend. He’s your age, but I don’t know if he went to high school here,” she says.

He didn’t.

But I don’t tell her that.

“His name is Theron Henderson,” she says, and I swear she moans a little when she says his name. Jealousy instantly floods my veins. I don’t tell her that I know him. She doesn’t need to know that.

“Oh wow, no, I don’t know him, but what a name.”

Her lips twitch into a smirk. “He’s even sexier than the name.”

We spend the rest of the appointment talking about Theron, or rather, she spends the rest of the appointment talking about Theron. I don’t really have much to add. I ask her a fewquestions here and there, but nothing really too personal. She gives me everything, though, more details than she did at the hair salon. I don’t understand it, but I smile and nod.

Then she does something I don’t expect.

“We’re all going to the Willow Club tonight after a family dinner. Will you please come? It will be so much fun. My dad owns it, so I get full VIP treatment.”

I think about telling her no, but who am I kidding? This is the prime opportunity I need.

“That sounds like so much fun,” I cry out. It sounds fake to my ears, but she doesn’t seem fazed.

A few moments later, I have a text message from her, and she tells me she’ll text again when they are leaving her house. She also tells them that she will give my name to the front bouncer so that I can just walk in and don’t have to stand in line.

When she asked for my name, I almost gave her the fake name I created to watch her on social media, but then I realized that if she looked me up, she would know that picture wasn’t me.

So, I do the only thing I can do and give her my real name. She can look at my social media page all day long, but there isn’t anything about Theron anywhere, not a picture, not a mention. She won’t even know that we were together once upon a time… or last night or a few days ago in his office.

Chapter Seventeen

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