Page 89 of Stalker's Toy

Because she can no longer control myprospects.

I’ve never seen her this anxious, this unsureof what to say.

She hates being in the dark, hates not having the answers.

“Is that why she’s so quiet?” she says, probing for anything she can use to regain the upper hand. “Is that why you love her? She’s like a doll. Just standing there, staring. Not even a hello.”

“She’s not you,” I say. “That’s why I love her.”

It stings, and I love that, too.

“What about her family?” she asks. “Are they...?”

“It’s none of your business,” I tell her, and it pisses her off.

“I don’t appreciate you judging me based on my fashion choices, Mrs. Lindberg,” Mia finally says, a frown on her beautiful face.

“Hmm, perhaps you are right,” my mother acquiesces. A first.

She’s about to ask more when the phone rings, and it’s like she planned it.

Like she’s been waiting for it, like she needed an escape.

“Hold that thought,” she says, and her voice is full of fake confidence, full of the same old lies.

It’s another chance for her to pretend she knows everything, to make it look like she’s still in control.

Like she always will be.

Like she’s not scrambling.

Like she’s not the one who’s lost.

“Yes,” she says into the phone. “It’s me. I thought you were busy. I’ll be there in ten.” She turns to me, telling me that her friend would like a drink.

I nod, eager to be rid of the wicked wench.

She tells Mia it was nice to meet her, but it's all bullshit.

She tells me she’ll see me tomorrow before she goes.

I nod again, not acknowledging her beyond that.

I’m done with this conversation.

I love the silence like I love Mia.

Obsessively.

My mother finally leaves, and I feel more obsessed than ever.

Mia turns to me and smiles. “That was… certainly something,” she says, watching me with curiosity.

I lean in and whisper in her ear, feeling her skin on my lips.

“Natblomma,you’re driving me wild.”

I shove my trousers against her stomach, and she can feel my cock.

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