Page 212 of Second Sets Omnibus
You’re more beautiful than I remember. Next time you’ll cum with my name on your lips—Not theirs.
You’re MINE, goddamn it!!
It’s about time you realized it.
My breaths heave when I forward the messages to Olivia and Carter, who get back to me right away.
Olivia
I’m on it, babe. Don’t worry.
Carter
Get the fuck over here…
Nothing says getthe fuck out of your house faster than a text letting you know your stalker heard every single fucking thing you did in your bedroom.
Everything.
The moans. The buzzing. My fucking pleasure.
He stole it from me by listening through my own camera system. The very same security that’s in place to keep me safe.
Fuck.
I heave a shuddering sigh, staring up at the white ceiling above me. One that isn’t my own. After getting that bullshit text, I threw on some pants and scurried to my brothers’ house with fear running rampant through my damn veins. I didn’t even grab a fucking bra in my panic. Let alone underwear.
My first thought was seeking sanctuary with Carter. He’s Veritas, after all.
I didn’t have time for anything. My mind went into overdrive, shoving me out the door before I had time to process what the hell happened. He heard me. He listened in on my most intimatemoment. It was different when the boys watched me through the window. I wanted them to see what they had missed out on. But this stalker? He can fuck right off.
My privacy is officially blown. According to Carter, who collected my messy ass at the front door last night, he’s escalated everything in terms of my safety.
“I’ll fucking figure this out. Understand? Don’t you fucking fret over this shit. That’s what me and Liv are for. Now, go the fuck to bed and stop freaking out. I’m going to tap into your camera and track down every goddamn IP address attached to your files. I’ll track that bitch. He can’t hide from me.”
I swallow hard when my phone buzzes on the nightstand next to me. Flashes of the messages my stalker sent me race through my mind.
Is it him again? Is he somehow watching my every move?
My eyes dart around the room. No. There are no cameras in here. I’m secure. This entire mansion is behind a thick fence and beefed-up security. After their scare with the crazy cult years ago, they’ve never let their guard down. It’s half the reason Carter went into Veritas.
Fuck. My stomach somersaults, and my adrenaline spikes. It’s not him…
Asher
I’m bringing breakfast for Lyric. Hope that’s okay?
If not…it’s okay…just wanted to see her this morning before school…
I can stop by…say hi, and then leave…
Fuck, I sound like a stalker…
Stalker. I squeeze my eyes shut, blowing out a big breath. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. They don’t even know I’ve been dealing with this for so damn long. When will I tell them? When it escalates too much? My skin crawls, begging me to scratch through it and relieve the persistent itch just out of reach.
What the fuck am I supposed to say? Stay the fuck away? You ruined my damn life? Fuck you, Asher Montgomery? I should say all those things and more. But I can’t. Asher isn’t stepping into my life for me. He’s here for Ly and genuinely putting forth the effort like a good father should.
I’m so damn torn. He’s the cause of all my problems. The man who put everything in motion. I hate him. But yet, I don’t. Not really. Why can’t I? Because I get it. His reasoning, that is. But it doesn’t excuse his behavior. Not one bit.
