Page 51 of Unhinged Desires

“When you have a stalker following you around, it’s hard not to be,” she counters.

“You probably shouldn’t let that stalker fuck you then. You should be running as far and fast as you can.”

“If I ran right now, would you chase me?” She lifts a curious brow.

“Yes,” I answer her without hesitation.

“So what’s the point of running? You’ll find me anyway, and I figure I might as well enjoy the benefits of your unhinged desires while I can.”

“The benefits?” Now it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow.

“The amazing orgasms you keep giving me.”

“Amazing, huh?”

“They are what they are.” She shrugs.

“So, if I promise to give you more of those amazing orgasms, will you come with me?” I offer.

“As long as it doesn’t end up with my body cut into pieces.”

“I promise I have no plans of ever dismembering your body. Besides, the pigs wouldn’t know what to do with a delicacy like you.” I take her hand and lead her out to my car. When I jump into the driver’s side, Lucy turns and smiles at me. “What?” I ask her.

“Nothing screamsrich trust fund jerklouder than a twenty-year-old driving around in a Bentley with personalised plates.” She laughs.

“You drive a G-Wagon, Little Bee,” I remind her.

“Yeah, still not a Bentley.” She shakes her head.

“If you want a Bentley, Lucy, I’ll buy you a Bentley.”

“IfI wanted a Bentley, Dominic, I’d buy one myself—thank you very much.”

“I know you would. I’ve seen your trust account.”

“Give me your phone.” She holds out her hand to me.

I place the device in her outstretched palm and wait to see what she’s planning on doing with it. There isn’t much she’ll be able to find on there, not without knowing what to look for anyway. She taps in a number on the home screen and the phone lights up.

“How did you know that?” I ask her. I don’t recall ever unlocking my phone in front of her.

“Lucky guess. It’s also the same code as the one that opens the front gates of your house. It might be a coincidence, but it also happens to be my birthdate,” she tells me.

“Not a coincidence,” I admit. It’s not like she doesn’t know I’m obsessed with her. There’s really no point in pretending otherwise.

“What’s your internet banking password?”

“Little Bee,” I tell her.

“Seriously? You’re just asking to be hacked at this point.”

“There are only two people in the world who would think of that name. You and me. If I thought for one second that you were about to bleed my accounts dry, I wouldn’t have just given you access to them.”

“Holy fucking shit, Dominic, That’s a lot of zeros.” She gasps.

“Yep.”

“I mean, I knew your family was well off, but this is…thisis insane. You could solve world hunger with this.” She shakes her head, her eyes glued to the screen.

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