Page 6 of Hunted Obsession

Merrick nods. “I agree. And we aren’t stopping until it’s done.”

“May take us years.” I point out what I’m sure he already knows.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Got that since it’s already been ten. Worth it.”

I agree. It is worth it. Merrick leaves me alone again in the conference room to take care of his shit for the day. Picking my phone up off the table, I do something that I know I should have stopped doing years ago.

I unlock my phone and find the tracking app I added almost a decade ago. Touchinghericon, I tilt my head to the side while it searches for her. It doesn’t take the phone long to find her.

She’s at her apartment.

Then I do something I really shouldn’t do. I go to my camera surveillance app, and I find her bedroom. I know it’s wrong, but my morals are nonexistent. So, instead of feeling guilty, I zoom in on her. She’s sitting up in her bed, wearing a tank top and panties.

She’s fucking beautiful, as always. She is doing something on her laptop, then she picks up her phone, and I watch as she runs her thumb across the screen before turning back to the computer.

Lucille lifts her head, and her eyes look straight into the camera. I know she doesn’t realize it’s there. She may have beenone of my first setups, but I’m that goddamn good. Always have been.

I watch as she lifts her hand, running her fingers through her long brown hair. It’s just as fucking beautiful as she is. I don’t know how she’s gotten sexier over the years, but she has. If I could create the perfect woman out of clay, it would be her. She shifts her attention back to the computer and returns to whatever it is she’s doing.

My cock twitches at the sight of her, and I adjust myself. I should be fully and completely satisfied, but I’m not. I never am. Because Emmie, or any faceless woman sharing my bed, they’re not Lucille.

LUCILLE

Emmie has acceptedmy friend request.

Let the games begin.

I have already figured out where she works. An art gallery. What the hell is she doing at an art gallery in Nights? Sure, it’s a larger city, but it’s notthecity. I didn’t even know we had one here.

I can’t imagine who is buying expensive fancy art here, but who knows? Maybe there is an underbelly of superrich people just begging for fancy art, and I know nothing about it. I mean, I now wonder if that should be my calling, finding the übersuperrich of Nights.

I find the website of the gallery and look through the available pieces. They’re all abstract and totally not my style. Although, I can’t really judge too much because I don’t have a style. I don’t know anything about art. I haven’t had enough money ever in my life to learn the basics of art, let alone buy any.

Picking my phone up, I call down to the gallery. The phone rings a couple of times, and thenshepicks up.

“Nights Art Gallery, this is Emmie. How may I help you?”

I bite my bottom lip, roll it a few times, then end the call. I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do next. Right now, I’m in the learning stages. I’m gathering information about her, and then I’m going to use it against her.

Logging back into social media, I make a post about needing a coffee and five million dollars to make it to tomorrow. It’s kitschy and funny but will no doubt earn me a few likes, but when I start to close the computer, I receive a notification.

It’s Emmie.

She laughs at the post and then comments:No kidding. I chuckle at her comment, then close the screen with a smile playing on my lips. I can’t move too quickly on this, but as I stand up and make my way to the bathroom to start the shower, I think about what I’m going to do next.

I think it’s time to follow her a little bit now, physically. I can see her every move on social media. I know where she lives and where she works. Now, I need to learn every little thing about her, all of her moves, so that I’ll know what she’s going to do before she does it. I need to know her better than she does herself.

Only then will I be ready to sabotage her.

Chapter Three

LUCILLE

Walking past the art gallery,I almost laugh. This place is so fucking pretentious. I cannot imagine Theron wanting anything to do with any part of it. But he’s screwing the girl and has been for weeks. It’s clear he likes something about her, pretentious or not. And I’m going to find out what exactly it is.

I don’t go inside. Instead, I move down the street to the crosswalk, then walk across until I make my way directly across from the gallery. Luckily for me, I spy a café with outdoor seating on the sidewalk just across the street.

Sitting one row of tables from the edge of the small fencing, I face the gallery, keeping my glasses firmly in place. Not that she would know who I am. The waiter appears with a glass of water and sets it down in front of me before he asks what I would like to order.

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