Page 31 of Hunted Obsession

It doesn’t take me long to get home, especially since I’m driving in a daze. I don’t even realize that I’m at my apartment complex until my car is already in my usual parking space.

Once I shake myself out of my stupor, I head directly inside, lock the door, take a shower, and crawl into bed. It’s only lunchtime, but if I’m going to have my shit together for work, I’m going to need to sleep. And by shit together, I mean researching Emmie a little more.

I’m giving up my search on her background, on her father, and the Willow Club. Theron knows everything that I do about that now. I’m going to focus my attention on completely ruining her as a person.

It’s petty, and I know it’s wrong, but I also don’t care too much. I’ve never been a mean girl to anyone except the girls who Theron fucks, and I was never a bitch to their faces. I just cannot let anyone have him. It’s this thing inside of me. It’s festered to the point where I don’t know if there will ever be a cure. Well, other than him being mine and only mine until the day we die.

That I could handle.

Sleep comes a bit harder than I thought it would, especially after that orgasm, but seeing Theron and Emmie wound me all up again. I’m not sure how long I lie awake and how long I actually sleep, but when my alarm sounds for work, it startles me.

I sit straight up, and my breathing comes out in pants as I lift my hand to the center of my chest and attempt to catch mybreath. In and out. In and out. I’m not sure why I’m so panicked, but thankfully, the breathing calms me down.

Forcing myself out of bed, I take another quick shower to rinse off the sleep, then throw my work clothes on and grab all of my things before I head out the door. By the time I arrive at work, I’m a little late, and the building is empty, leaving only me.

Usually, there are a few people working later than their own shift, and they stop and chat with me, but today, I’m all alone, which I prefer. I have some serious snooping and planning to do. It’s the only thing that is giving me the motivation to be here at work tonight.

Settling into my desk, I get to work so that the clock ticks and takes me to my break time. That is what I’m looking forward to tonight—my break. I have never been so focused on my job before. And once my alarm sounds, signaling it’s time, I push away from my desk with a heavy sigh.

Reaching out for my device, I turn the alarm off and begin my search. First things first, I go to her social media. I know that Theron doesn’t have one, but I have no doubt she is going to start posting pictures of him soon, especially with the whole salon thing and how they were walking down the street together in broad daylight. She’s not just someone he’s fucking anymore.

She’s his fucking girlfriend.

The thought makes me nauseous.

As her social media loads on my phone, the picture proof is right in front of my face. Narrowing my eyes on her pictures, I lift my hand and flip her off. I know she can’t see me, but I don’t care. It makes me feel better for the moment.

Touching on the comment section, I gag with all the comments about how cute they are together. Shaking my head, I try to send all the bad energy away and focus on the task at hand.

Then I see a comment that makes me smile. A brother. In all my research, I didn’t look at siblings. I was focused on the dadand the bitch. But, oh man, this could get interesting. I open his social media page and notice that it’s much barer than Emmie’s, except for one thing—he likes to check in…everywhere.

This could be exactly what I need to screw with her.

Chapter Fourteen

THERON

“So,are you going to be able to go?” Emmie asks me again.

I haven’t answered her yet, pretending that I didn’t hear her because the last thing I want to do is go to dinner with her fucking family. But maybe that’s what I need to do to get in with her father.

Instead of making the excuse of being busy, which is what I want to do, I agree. I want to know what the fuck is going on with these people, figure out how they know Ravet and when the exchange is supposed to happen, and get this shit done. Then I can scrape this bitch off.

“I’ll be there,” I confirm.

She smiles. It’s fake. It doesn’t reach her eyes, but I don’t call her on it. There’s no reason to. I don’t give a single shit about her being real or fake. I’m being fake, so what the fuck ever.

Dropping her off at home, I decide not to stay the night. It’s been a couple of days since I’ve seen Lucille, and I’m starting to have withdrawals. When I leave Emmie, I set my personal alarmfor her place. She doesn’t know that I have it, which helps me keep tabs on her, along with the app on my phone.

As I drive toward Lucille’s, my phone buzzes with a new notification. Pulling over to the side of the road, I reach for my phone and look down at the screen. I expect to see a notification about Emmie’s alarm, thinking that she left after me, but it’s Merrick.

MERRICK: COME TO THE OFFICE

Fuck.

I turn my car around, my balls aching in protest. Depending on what Merrick wants to talk about and what he’s discovered, I might still have some time to dip my dick in Lucille later tonight.

A few moments later, I’m walking into the surveillance room, and I’m surprised to see that the whole gang is there. Merrick is leaving in the morning for his new father-in-law’s surveillance job. So, I’m surprised that he’s here working right now.

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