Page 7 of Stalker's Valentine

What was her name?

When would I find her again?

What would she taste like?

And I had found her.

Seven of the longest days of my life, and I finally knew who she was. I had her name and a way to find her. She had walked right into the bar! I won’t lie, I had tried to talk myself into believing it had been a fluke. That it was the drinks I had on New Year’s that fucked with my head and made her into something that she wasn’t.

I’d been wrong.

So very fucking wrong.

The moment our gazes connected, I’d felt that thing inside of me roar to life. It tried to claw its way out of me and towards her. She had looked right into my eyes, once again staring right through to my soul. My dick had been uncomfortably hard while I finished lunch and tried to focus on the conversation my brother and his friends were having.

My body had never been as in tune with another like it was with her.

I could feel her eyes move towards me over and over. When the temptation grew too big to not look, I did. I glanced over my shoulder, and when our eyes connected, I had to force myself to stay sitting on the barstool despite the overwhelming need to rush over to her, pick her up, and fireman carry her out and straight to my place, where she belonged.

Something that would have been considered kidnapping.

I waited in my car and watched them talk for a little. They laughed and hugged, but there was no missing a certain look on my cutie’s face.She’s not yours,a voice perked up, and I swallowed. She was mine. I knew it. I had a feeling she did, too. I had no idea how it was possible, but I would bet my entire financial portfolio on it.

The women said their last goodbyes before each one walked away and to their cars. My cutie walked over to the little light blue Honda that was parked a couple of spots over, and I was lucky my car had tinted windows. She got to her car and looked around with the cutest little look on her face.

Could she feel my eyes on her? Watching her? Taking in every single detail I possibly could?

“That’s right, baby, I’m watching you,” I muttered to myself. “Watching you and protecting you.” I justified just as she slipped into her car.

I knew what I was going to do before she started her car. There was not even an attempt to talk myself out of it. She reversed, and I started my car and followed her as she carefully drove to her place.

Like I said, I was either going to get arrested or committed.

I sat across the street from the small home she parked in front of and watched her. She got her things and walked straight to the front door before slipping in and disappearing from my view.

Not only did I know her name now, I knew where she lived.

It made my heart relax, but not my cock.

The poor fucker was aching, but I ignored it.

All week, I had been jerking off two, three times a day. Stroking myself to completion to the thought of my mystery girl until I chafed. Now that I knew her name, knew where she lived, I wasn’t going to touch my cock.

The next time I’d come would be in her sweet body.

I picked up my phone and called the one person I knew who could give me what I needed. “Hello,” Oleg’s deep voice answered, and I swallowed.

Oleg Sokolov ran a high security company among other things. If you needed to find out any kind of information or keep someone safe, he was the man for the job. We weren’t exactly friends or close, but we knew we could count on one another if needed.

It would cost me but would be worth it. Fuck yeah, it would be worth it. My eyes skated back to her door just in time to watch her walk across her window then sitting down on a recliner and turning on the TV.

Jesus, she was pretty.

Oh yeah, it would be worth it.

“I need something,” I clipped.

“Hello. How are you?” the jerk teased. “You could start a little something like that when you are calling someone for a favor.”

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