Page 22 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“People like us?”

Aaron walks slowly toward me, sweeping his gaze over me before meeting my eyes. The cute deer look has shifted to a far away and tormented look. Like he is accessing memories. Memories that need to be buried.

“I see you. You’re just like Lev. But your mask is clever. The handsome, welcoming smile, making people think they can trust you. I admire it.”

“Thanks.”

“I’d love to watch you when that mask is removed. You’re a monster in disguise.”

I can’t help but smile at his assessment. Clever boy.

“Be careful, Aaron. Or I’ll tell Lev you’ve been flirting with me.”

“Ha. You wish. Lev is the only one for me. But I still want to watch when the time comes.”

“Kinky little shit. See ya later, Aaron.”

“Have fun with Tyler.”

I look at him, raising my brow in question of how he knew where I was going. But everyone is fucked up in this house.

“I will.”

After driving into the city, it takes longer than my patience can handle to park and walk to Tyler’s building. He doesn’t know it, but I put a tracker on his phone when I gave him my number to contact me about the building work. After days of low key stalking, it was easy to see that Tyler is a loner. He doesn’t go anywhere outside of work and the gym. Which is perfect for me and my plans. The less people he has in his life worrying about him, the less stressful it is for me.

His building is pretty nice, very modern with the popular floor to ceiling windows, he obviously does well for himself. I wait around on the street, hidden from sight as I wait for him to return. He finishes work everyday at six pm like clockwork, and it takes roughly around twelve minutes for him to walk home. Only another three minutes left of waiting if he is as predictable as he appears to be. I check my phone, and just as I look up, Tyler appears at the entrance to his building and walks inside. Time to go.

I hang back as he walks over to the elevators, and I quickly scan the area, noticing it's just us two down here, so I make my move. Just as he enters the elevator and the doors start to close, I grip the opening and slide in, taking enjoyment from the look of shock written over that stunning face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he says, and the panic emanating off him is so damn intoxicating, I love that I can get these responses from him. It's powerful and addictive.

“I wanted to see you.”

“Now you’ve seen me, you can leave.”

“Not happening.”

“How do you know where I live?”

“I stalked you,” I say. But I won’t tell him how.

Grabbing his hair with both of his hands, he slides his palms down his face, trying to bring himself into the present, like he can’t believe this is happening.

“Oh my god. You’re the most unhinged person I’ve ever met. Why would you ever admit to that?”

“One of the most unhinged. You’ve met my family.”

“Yes, and now I’m considering quitting. Ivan, this isn’t normal.”

We reach his floor and the doors slide open. I put my foot on the opening to prevent the doors from closing as I lean in further to him.

“What do you consider normal?”

He pushes my chest to move me away, and I let him, stalking behind him as he moves out of the elevator and walks down the large hallway.

“Not this. You need to leave.”

“No.”

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