Page 25 of Hunted Obsession

That’s so damn intimate.

I can’t sit here and watch them fuck. I also just can’t sit here anymore and watch them do anything. It’s starting to really mess with my head. I don’t have him, and right now, he clearly likes her more than I initially thought.

Which means I’m going to have to work a little harder than I anticipated. I have to tell Theron that there is something very wrong with this girl and the relationship they have. I’m also going to have to step up my game in making myself very obvious in Emmie’s life.

Driving back home, I decide to gather my notes and visit Theron sometime tomorrow, at least after I’ve watched Emmie a little more. There is no other way around it. I have to tell him what little I know and hope he doesn’t think I’m absolutely crazy.

He probably will. So will Emmie. I don’t care. This girl has given me bad vibes since the moment I laid eyes on her. It’s now time to ramp up… well… everything. I’m hoping to have this bitch long gone in a matter of days.

Once I’m home, I make myself a cup of coffee, letting it cool while I take a shower. I find my best jeans, the ones that make my ass look amazing and lifted. On top, I slip on an off-the-shoulder top that is tight and stops at my waist.

As I drink my coffee, I think about what I’m going to say when I walk into Theron’s office. What am I going to do if he doesn’t believe me? A million things could happen, but I know that I must do this. If I don’t, it will bother me, and I’ll never be able to forget about it. So, there is really no way for me to move forward with anything until I get this handled.

And handled it will be.

One way or another. Even if Theron doesn’t believe me, even if he tells me that what I found is nothing, even if he tells me to get the fuck out of his office, whatever the case may be, he will know about it, and then I can focus on ruining Emmie. Because no matter what Theron says, I will ruin her. I like absolutely nothing about that woman.

Chapter Eleven

LUCILLE

Takingone last look at my reflection in the mirror, I stand to the side and ensure that I look okay. Well, better than okay. I want to look out of this world, hot and amazing. I want him to drool at the sight of me and beg for me back.

I mean, it’s been a decade since he’s seen me. I know I don’t look like the girl I once was, but I have to admit that I look really hot right now. I need him to want me, to beg for me, although it won’t be much of a begging situation because I’ll spread for him the second he asks.

With my chin tilted in the air, I make my way to my car. Glancing at the parking lot, I take in the area to ensure that no one is around. I don’t know what it is about spying, but it makes me seriously paranoid that someone is watching me, too.

Flicking my attention between the rearview mirror and the road when I’m sure that nobody is following me, only then do I beat a path straight for Securus. The building comes into view, familiar and yet strange and new.

I’ve only viewed it from afar, never having gone inside before. That all changes today. I park in the visitor spot, open my door, and grab the notebook next to me. I don’t walk quickly toward the building; I know they have cameras focused on me, so I take my sweet-ass time.

When I stand in front of the large glass double doors, I reach for the handle and tug. The door doesn’t budge, not even a little bit. It’s locked. Frowning, I look to the left of the door for a buzzer or something, but there isn’t anything except a little speaker-looking thing.

“Door’s locked, sweetheart,” a deep voice murmurs.

Smiling, I lean forward and put my mouth near the speaker without touching it. “Can you please let me in?”

“Do you have a meeting?” he asks.

Keeping my smile firmly planted in place, I shake my head. “No, but I need to speak to Theron,” I call out.

There is a moment of silence. I wonder if he’s talking to Theron. If he knows who I am, or maybe he’s checking my background. I have no idea, but the silence feels heavy. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I wonder if I’m going to see him today, or ever.

Maybe he’s already made his choice. But then again, he did make that choice. Ten years ago, he made it and broke my heart. I’ve always told myself that we were too young, that he was dealing with trauma and was too broken.

But I never really thought that he left me because he didn’t love me. Because he didn’t want me. Even ten years later, I want every single piece of him. I just thought he felt the same way. With each minute that passes, I can’t help but think that this was a mistake.

“Door’s open,” he calls out.

I hear the door click, and I reach for the handle, tugging it open before I step inside. The door closes behind me, clickingas it locks back into place. I don’t really see the room that I’ve just stepped into because the man who is standing just a few feet away from me makes my heart slam against my chest.

Theron Henderson in the flesh.

He’s so close that I can almost touch him.

“Theron,” I whisper when he doesn’t say anything.

“What are you doing here, Lucille? Are you in trouble?”

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