Page 27 of Shadowed Obsession

I knew he planted more than mics in the house and have been determined to find them, but didn’t find any until now. Of course, it’s while doing the one thing that I should be able to do in the privacy of my own home.

I return to the vanity and continue my routine, tweezing while facing the camera and waving with a fake smile. I hope hecan see me right now. I don’t care that he has the displeasure of witnessing me pluck my lady beard. That’s exactly what he gets for not minding his fucking business.

I’m sorry that I’m not used to being watched, but the least I can do is make his view unpleasant. As if he has a wire hooked up in my brain, my phone chimes with a text from him.

Scar

So…

What are you doing?

Minding my own damn business. You should try it sometime.

Scar

So, she bites in the nighttime too.

You don’t have anything better to do?

I’m sure my dad didn’t hire you to watch me in my bedroom.

Scar

You got me there!

Anyways, can you respect my privacy for ONCE?

Scar

I’m afraid not.

You’re really not scared of him, are you?

Scar

I don’t have anything to worry about when I do my job well.

I beg to differ, Sir.

I have yet to see you do this so-called job.

Scar

That’s because my job is none of your business, even if it’s keeping a watchful eye on you.

I’ll give you something to keep an eye on.

I stand from the stool and drop my robe, prepared to finish my nightly routine completely naked. I unmake my bed, tossing the extra throw pillows onto a nearby chair, and climb under the blankets. I fish for my Kindle, pulling it from under my pillow and settling in before I send off another text to him.

Have fun telling my father what I just did.

Goodnight!

Scar

Wait…

My shoulders shake with laughter as I leave his text on read and silence my phone. This is my life now, and it doesn’t appear to be changing anytime soon.

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