Page 36 of All Your Lies
“Come on, baby bro, you’re smart, lethal, determined, and you’ve always wanted it. The empire and the girl. What do you say?”
“I’ll think about it,” I say to get him out of my office and, more importantly, out of my fucking face.
twelve
Alexa
As requested, or more like forced, I’m ready ten minutes prior to when the driver will arrive.
I went back and forth with myself on whether to tell him to fuck off or just go with it. I went with the latter, telling myself I’d get free food out of it.
What? A girl has to eat.
I also find something weird about him I can’t quite put my finger on. So I’m curious, just like the night at the club that started all of this. My curiosity will get me killed one day.
Rosie and I have always been notorious for going places we shouldn’t to get the scoop. Well, more so me, but I’d always drag her along.
It was like a treasure hunt, and the answers at the end were the prize. I used to get in so much trouble. My nose was always where it didn’t belong. I can’t help but smile at the thought of how mischievous I was as a kid.
A text notification from who I now have labeled as “Stalker” comes through, telling me the car is outside.
I make my way out to the blacked-out Cadillac Escalade, where the door is already open and waiting. I stop for a moment. This would be the time to go back if I had any self-preservation left in me.
My phone beeps again, and I know exactly who it is. I roll my eyes and say fuck it before climbing in. The door shuts, and I’m bathed in darkness, aside from the starlight headliner above. The partition is up, so I assume it will be a quiet ride to wherever we’re going. I decide to use this moment to check my phone.
Stalker
Get in the damn car.
I can’t help but laugh. I’m sure my stubbornness is driving him mad.
Stalker
Don’t start that, baby. You’ll get yourself eaten before you even have time to eat dessert.
The tension in my body intensifies as his dirty words stir up a deep ache, prompting a desperate need for release. The black leather seats do little to soothe my flushed skin and the prickling sensation in my core.
Stalker
You like when I talk to you like this, don’t you? I can see you rubbing your legs together. Trying to satisfy the ache. Just know, not you nor anyone else will ever be able to make you feel as good as I do.
“You have cameras in here?” I murmur to no one in particular as I’m all by myself. My phone beeps, and I direct my gaze downward.
Stalker
Of course I do. I like to look at you.
“You’re absolutely insane. Ever heard of a little thing called privacy?” I say aloud.
My eyes scan the partition, air vents, and the roof of the car. I’m sure that ass is laughing at me right now. I decide to give him the universal sign of fuck you with both of my middle fingers.
Stalker
There’s no such thing as privacy when it comes to you.
“Why?”
Stalker
