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“Oh, I was, umm, yes…” I've lost my voice from embarrassment; I can feel my face turning bright red. But I can’t get the image of him covered in chocolate out of my head.

“Come on, I’ve made pasta, let’s go outside and eat,” he says, his tone joyful.

A feeling that he can sense my thoughts courses through me, like he knows exactly what I was thinking, well, the gist of it anyway. I swallow the hard lump that has formed in my throat and follow him outside.

I’mfascinatedwatchingheras she daydreams about me, her face flushes a light shade of pink anytime I’m the focus of her thoughts, and it excites the hell out of me. My cock has been begging for attention since she arrived in the kitchen. As I bring the plates of pasta outside into the garden, she follows behind me, and I position the plates so we can both sit on the large reclining sofa. Right away, she pops off her shoes and makes herself comfortable. I hand her plate to her, and she rapidly digs into the food, making some wonderful noises as she does. “What is this, it's delicious?” She moans, digging right back in.

“Gnocchi with chargrilled vegetables, pesto, and pine nuts,” I reply, before I take a bite myself. I’m trying to focus on my food, but I can’t. The way she relishes every morsel is both fascinating and distracting, pulling my attention away from my own plate.

When I finally manage to finish my food, I retrieve both plates, and proceed back into the kitchen. I load the dishwasher before immediately returning back beside my little wasp.

Slyly she moves in closer, and lays her head on my shoulder. “Have you always been so perfect?” she says, her glaze sparkling with admiration.

Nervously, I release a laugh, “Perfect? Far from it, Little Wasp, believe me,” I whisper into her skin as I kiss her forehead.

I hate to break this moment, and I feel awful for it, but I need to talk to her about a few things. I take in a massive breath, hold it in till my lungs feel like they are burning, before slowly releasing it.

“There are a few things I think we should talk about.”

Confusion fills her eyes, and she shoots up, “I knew it was too good to be true,” she mutters, in a saddened tone.

I reach out to her and grip her wrist. “No, Sweetheart, not about us, well it is, sort of…”

With that, she pulls her wrist away, turning to leave. “It's about Jack,” I call out.

I don’t want her to walk away from me, but we need to have this conversation at some point, and I would rather get it over with, I need to know where I stand with her.

“Jack?”

“Yes, Jack,” I confirm.

“What about him? How do you know Jack?” she asks, sitting herself back down. A deep furrow etches across her face as her eyes dart anxiously.

“Okay so don't get alarmed, but he tried to break in here, the same night you did.”

“He did?” She gasps, covering her mouth with her hands.

“Yes, Sweetheart, and I don't think it was a coincidence either.”

“Shit, wait... No... Do you think he followed me?”

Notable disbelief laces her expression, and her eyes are wide as her lips part in astonishment.

My heart tugs at the thought of pushing her further into this unsettling moment, yet I know I must press on. “I can't be certain, it's possible, but there is also another possibility.”

“Really, what?” She whispers, both of her hands covering her face.

“He might also be following me.”

“You...Why, because of me?” she mumbles from behind her hands.

“No, he has been watching my family for a few years now.”

“Huh?” A confused expression covers her face as she gazes up at me, it’s obvious that she is running through scenarios in her head. “Why...why would he do that?”

“I think it has something to do with my father. I can’t be sure, and I have tried to figure it out over the years, but I haven’t had any luck.”

Staying silent, she doesn't respond, her gaze vacant as if she’s trapped in this moment. Her foot begins to tap nervously and her fingers twist together. I gently place my hand over hers hoping to provide a sense of calm. “My father is not a good man, there are so many reasons why Jack could be watching him, and he probably isn’t the only one either.” I say, trying to give her some clarity.

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