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When I first saw her hair, I thought it was just dark brown, but it’s a mahogany color with little red highlights that I can see under these bright fluorescent lights.
“My equipment is perfectly fine just the way it is, thank you very much. Just because it’s not right for you…”
And I’m instantly hard from hearing her talk about her ‘equipment’. Fucking hell, I want to test all of her equipment and see all of her assets. My mind is racing on all the things I want to do to her, when she turns around quickly, running right into my chest.
She takes her time scanning the front of my body, but my eyes don’t leave her face. Her skin is a golden tone and absolutely flawless. She’s beautiful and not even wearing a stitch of makeup. But what captivates me the most is her almondshaped jade green eyes. They are so luminescent and vibrant. I’m a little concerned about the cut above her eye and the bruise surrounding it. I need to know who did this to her… so I can make sure they never hurt her again.
Her mouth is slightly open in shock from my proximity, but I feel like she’s not close enough. Our eyes are locked, and I feel such a connection to her right now. The way she’s staring at me, it seems like she feels it too.
I want to grab her and pull her to me.
I want to bury myself deep inside of her.
I have this overpowering need to take her and make her mine.
To claim her.
To protect her.
To have her all to myself.
Mine…Mine…Mine!
All mine!
“Excuse you, asshole. Have you ever heard of personal space?” The obstruction’s voice breaks our connection as he wraps his arm around her.
Touching her like that.
When it should be me touching her.
She may not know it yet, but she belongs to me.
Soon.
As they walk around me, my eyes stay locked on her. Little does she know, now that she has my attention…I won’t be far behind.
“What the fuck was his problem?” That fucking guy is really starting to annoy me by getting in my way. The only thing he currently has going for him, is that I know what he’s doing is trying to protect her. But as soon as I make myself truly known, he will need to back the fuck off.
Or I will make him.
I hear her whisper something to him at the register, but I can’t make out the words. That’s okay, sweetness. We will have our time…soon.
I don’t want to scare her off, so when they leave the store, I stay far enough back so they don’t know I’m following. I’m good about staying in the shadows and keeping quiet. When they turn into an alley off the main strip, I try to keep them in my sights.
Peeking around the corner, I see them sit down on the curb, opening some of the items of food they got from the little store. I figure they will be sitting there for a bit, so I quickly jog back to my car to grab a small tracker, just in case they do get into a car, I’m able to track her down easily.
Crossing the street, I stand just inside the alleyway across from them as they enjoy their little, quaint meal. I can’t take my eyes off my little beauty.
An hour or so later, I’m following them down the street, where they step inside a car sales lot. Everything is deserted at this hour, but then her statement about hotwiring a car comes fresh to my mind.
How did they get to such a remote town such as Belleview without a car already? My brain is trying to make sense of finding her here. And while I just happen to be at Shadow Tech of all places.
I’m never in this area.
It has to be fate.
The sound of breaking glass echoes around the desolate area. There’s no one around to hear but me. I see the older model Ford Mustang they slide into, so I take the opportunity to squat down and weave through the rows of cars, creeping up behind the red car they just got into.
