Page 14 of Take Me Slowly: part 2
My brain finally caught up. "You knew." Fuck. "You knew and you did it anyway."
"I suspected," she admitted. "You gave me that jewellery box. You'd never given me anything before. I looked it over carefully. Found what I thought might be a camera. Figured you're too much of a selfish asshole to share with any of your friends. So I gave you a show. The next morning, you looked smug as fuck, which confirmed what I suspected. You'd watched every moment."
She smiled slowly. "Did you enjoy the show?"
I had to think quickly, gather my thoughts. I wasn't going to let her get one up on me. How had I not realised she knew I was watching? That her sweet and innocent act was just an act. The real performance happened on top of her covers, where she'd slid the vibrator into her pussy over and over until she brought herself to orgasm.
"It could use some work," I said finally, throwing in a half-shrug as if I wasn't rattled.
She laughed out loud. "There's always room for improvement. Before you ask, yes, my boyfriends like to film me too." She really didn't seem at all concerned by that, or the possibility of the footage being shared with the entire world. She must trust those pricks. If they released any of it, they'd have me to answer to. I wouldn't hesitate to wring their necks.
"Leah Kent, porn star." I smirked. "I should have known. You look sweet, but deep down you're a slut."
She didn't look bothered by the accusation. She knew she'd taken me by surprise and was smug as fuck about it. But I'd taken her by surprise too, tracking her car. I could call that a tie, but I hated ties.
"Is that why you're really here?" she asked. "You missed your entertainment?"
"Something like that," I said. I pushed myself up to my feet and brushed my hands on each other. I had hours of footage recorded I could watch any time I wanted to. All stored somewhere no one else could access it. Every moment of that was for my eyes only.
"This has been an interesting conversation." She struggled a little to stand, but I watched without offering to help. I smiled as though it amused me, but the truth was she wouldn't accept anyway. Leah Kent was as stubborn as they came.
"We've only just started," she said. "About the tracker in my car?—"
"It stays there," I said. "In case I need to know where you are." She could buy a new car and I'd put one in that as well. She wasn't driving anywhere without me knowing. No matter what she did, that was non-negotiable.
"I'm going to find the one on my phone and delete it," she said as if that was some kind of win.
"I figured you would." If I cared about that, I wouldn't have told her it was there. It had outlived its usefulness anyway. Since she hardly called anyone, there was nothing to discover.
In a town this small, I could keep my eyes on her personally, any time I wanted to. Like when she was on the Ferris wheel with those two other men. Were those her boyfriends? I presumed so. Whatever, I wasn't threatened by them. I'd turned and walked away because I wasn't ready to speak to her yet. I wanted her to know I was in town, nothing more. I'd stepped back behind the food trucks and watched her run around, looking for me before giving up. The whole thing was fucking hilarious.
"Don't you want to know why I didn't tell my mother or your father that you’ve been watching me?" she asked.
I laughed at that. "I already know the answer. They wouldn't have believed you. And if they had, they wouldn't have given a shit. They didn't care what either of us did."
Her brow creased. "That's not true. They care what you do. You were always the one they?—"
"They fucking did not," I snarled, keeping my voice low still. Without waiting to see her response, I turned and stalked away.
This time, she didn't follow me.
7
LEAH
I watched him walk away,shook my head and started back to my place. If I thought my mind was in turmoil before, it was worse now. He'd been tracking me? Monitoring my movements for years? How had I not realised the extent of his scrutiny? Watching me come was one thing. A private, arousing secret. I had no way of knowing when he watched, but I'd thought about him every time. Assumed he was there on the other side of the camera.
Why hadn't I turned the camera away from myself? Because I didn't hate him watching, and because he'd know I knew. He could have removed the camera and replaced it with one I didn't know about. Was that the only camera he had watching me? I suspected it was. If there were more, he would have been crowing about it.
What did it say about me that I let him watch something so private? I supposed it was my way of dealing with the attraction I had for him, that otherwise had no outlet. Apart from that, he'd shown me no interest.
"This whole thing is fucked up," I said to myself. Mindful I might suffer for it later, I hurried over to Connor's small stone house and tapped on the door.
Heavy footsteps sounded from inside before the door was swung open.
"Let me guess, you missed me?" Connor lounged against the door, looking smug.
"She missed us," Riley called out from deep inside.
