6
Dale
Not getting to take her then and there felt like murder.
I wanted to just claim her, fill her with my cock until it was all she could think about. She was so fucking hot that it hurt. When she walked out of her duplex in that tight dress and her legs on display, I wanted to push her back into the house and just take her then.
Instead, I had to be patient.
I still wasn’t sure what to do about her job.
About my father.
I wasn’t sure where her riding my hand until she came fit on my dad’s ‘don’t sleep with my secretaries or I’ll fire them’ thing, but I was pretty sure it crossed at least one line. The car ride back to her place was cheery; she was excitedly talking about how she couldn’t believe someone bought a plain black-painted canvas for over a million dollars, and my hand was riding back up her thigh.
“Oh, park down the block a little—parking here is impossible at night,” she warned me. I’d parked in this neighborhood more than a couple times in the last week to keep an eye on her. She couldn’t know that, though. It had to be a secret, or she’d be done with my ass. “My sister’s shift started fifteen minutes ago. You could come up with me,” she offered.
God damn, I was trying to show restraint.
She was making it impossible.
Who said my dad even had to find out I was with her? The thought rolled my stomach, knowing that I wouldn’t want to keep her a secret forever. She had a gorgeous body, sure—but her personality was blowing me away. I wanted her as mine—and part of that was making sure other people knew who the fuck she belonged to.
This was the night I’d make her mine.
Pushing my door open, I walked around to the other side to get hers. The door of the house we were parked in front of opened, but I ignored it. She was the only thing that mattered.
I opened the door for Danielle, and she stepped out with grace and beauty.
Her long legs untangled as she stood up on the sidewalk, and I made up my mind right there that I was going to spend the night kissing my way up between those thighs.
I shut the door behind her—only to see her eyes dart over my shoulder in surprise.
“I’m fed up! I wasn’t going to say anything, but I’m fed up!”
A little old man was running toward us, furious.
“Can I help you?” I asked. Danielle looked as confused as I felt.
“For the past fucking week, you’ve been parking your ugly sports car in front of my house, and I haven’t said shit because you’ve left after an hour or so—but if you’re going to be leaving your car for longer than that, I need you to move it! My street isn’t a parking garage,” he berated me.
Shit.
“I don’t know what you mean—he hasn’t parked here at all,” Danielle said, standing up for me.
“I have his fucking license plate taken down—and I don’t know about you, but I don’t see many fucking black Buggati Chirons in this neighborhood.” He was almost spitting.
There was no getting out of this.
“Danielle, wait—”
“Dale, have you been parking out here for the last week?” Her voice cut through to me like a knife.
Fuck, I should have checked in on her in a less obvious car.
“Let me explain myself, please.” I shook my head.
“No! You’ve been stalking me.” She was furious. I flinched at her words, but it wasn’t like she was wrong.
I’d been there every goddamned night for a week. I went to her school to check on her. I showed up at—
“Wait is this why you were at my job on Saturday? Did you follow me there?” She shuddered.
“I was worried. You were sick and I just—”
“No. I can’t do this.”
She stormed away and I knew better than to chase her. How the fuck did the night go so wrong.
“I advise you to park somewhere else or I’ll be calling the cops,” the old man said.
Frustrated, too tired to fight, I got into my car and started it.
Was it over, then?
I couldn’t imagine not having her in my life.
I needed her.
Even after just a week of texts and dates, after just kissing her a couple of times—I needed her. Parking my car in front of her duplex, I started working.
7
Danielle
I watched my sister go down to talk to him at nearly three in the morning when she was finally able to get away from her job. He was sitting there in his car. I watched him take a few phone calls; he looked busy as hell. I couldn’t tell what he was doing, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
Was he waiting for me to change my mind?
I shouldn’t—right? I mean he stalked me, followed me around, and then I almost let him have what he wanted most of all.
He didn’t care about me; I was just some dumb broke secretary at his dad’s job that he got obsessed with.
Just some hot piece of ass.
The phrasing made me think of his hand groping my ass, about how good it felt—about how real he felt when he was with me. I couldn’t make sense of whatever this was. It couldn’t be real.
Lorie tapped his car’s window, and it slid down a moment later. He looked frustrated. His normally well-kept hair was gaining its curls back, and my heart beat faster at how good he looked like that. He was trying to talk to her, but I could hear her shouting for him to just go.
To leave.
He shook his head, and she stormed back to the front door of our duplex.
“Dani!” Lorie shouted for me.
I slipped away from my window, feeling a little spooked. My room was dark so that he wouldn’t know I was up there watching him.
“What did he say?” I asked.
“What does it matter, he’s a stalker.”
I nodded, still feeling confused.
“He asked to talk to you and I said no,” she admitted. I sighed in a mix of relief and nerves. “Has he ever done anything else weird like this?”
“No.” My voice broke a little. “The worst part is, I want to hate him and be mad at him, but I can’t! I don’t know why, I just can’t.”
Lorie pulled me into a hug, and I could feel the frustration radiating off of her.
“I feel so stupid,” I sighed. I could feel tears welling in my eyes.
“You’re not stupid, things are just complicated. What even made you interested in him in the first place?”
“His looks,” I admitted. Lorie shot me a dubious look, and I tried to clarify. “That was just at first, though. I love his sense of humor—he’s protective, he actually communicates with me, he’s sexy as hell.” I wanted to punch him for making me so confused.
Lorie guided me down onto the living room couch and looped her arm through mine to soothe me.
“Maybe you should talk to him,” she offered.
My jaw dropped in shock—she was always overly protective. I never thought she’d try to push me into possible danger.
“If you don’t get some kind of closure on this, it’s going to drive you crazy,” she explained.
“But what if he tries to kidnap me, or—”