Page 64 of Choke

No fucking chance he is seeing her like this.

Not him.

Not anyone.

I’ll rip his fucking eyes out.

“You’re so fucked.” He laughs.

“Get the fuck outta here, man. I need to teach her a lesson.”

My eyes are glued to her on the small screen as she unclasps her bra and drops it to the floor before entering her bathroom.

Cally’s voice fades as he speaks.

“Got it, bro. Don’t do anything crazy.”

She’s walking out of the bathroom toward the camera. Tits bouncing with her steps, hair pulled up in a messy bun.

“Yeah, yeah. Go. The. Fuck. Away.” I bite out.

Blood pounds in my ears. My dick throbs—aching, demanding relief.

His laugh is the last thing I hear before his SUV door slams shut, and he speeds off. I shift my gaze up toward her floor. I’ve memorized which balcony is hers. The living room light goes dark. On the screen, she’s already in her bedroom.

Showtime.

As I head back to my truck, I grab the backpack that has been stored there for the last few weeks. I am waiting for the perfect opportunity or excuse to use its contents. I loiter near the entrance long enough for someone else to arrive. I walk up behind them, keeping my head down and a distance that won’t trigger their fight-or-flight response.

Building security is a farce.

As I ride the elevator to her floor, I open the camera in her room. She’s lying in bed and—fuck, is she touching herself?I had planned to wait for her to fall asleep, but this is even better. I walk with purpose to her door, pulling out my keys and slowly slipping them into the lock. The new lock served two purposes. Providing me with the key, I need to simplify my entry and eliminate the ancient lock that made a loud clunk sound when turned, which was previously there. I ease the door to her place open. It is dark inside. The only light coming softlyfrom under the door to her room. I’ve barely closed the door when her fucking cat runs up to me and loudly meows.

I freeze, grabbing my phone.

She is entirely still in her bed. I can see that her eyes are wide.

Fuck you, cat. You weird, inside-out little freak.

I kick at it with my boot, and it hisses at me.

I am going to throw this fucking thing off the balcony.

Movement on the video stream catches my attention. She is slowly standing up from her bed.

She knows I’m here, so I don’t bother to lighten my steps as I move toward her bedroom, eyes locked on the screen, seeing her register the sound. She stops moving toward her door and starts backing away from it. I pause just outside. The anticipation is killing me slowly, but I can’t resist drawing this out. Watching the way her body responds to her increasing fear. I swing my bag off my shoulder, letting it hit the bedroom door, and fall to the floor. She jumps violently, her arms wrapping around her bare chest.

“Hello?” She calls out.

Placing my hands on either side of the door, I let my head fall against it, making a soft thud sound. My dick is so hard that it presses painfully against the inside of my pants.

I wait. Working to control my breathing.

I wait. Watching her on the camera.

She doesn’t move for her phone. She stays where she is, and I swear her thighs rub together.

I wait until she starts to wonder if she imagined it all. Her shoulders relax a little, and that’s when I move. Reaching for the handle, I push the door open hard.

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