Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Does he know that I saw him today? Has he come to end me for being a nosy bitch? Fuck. I can’t handle this right now. It’s too much. Maybe he has no idea that I saw him. He could be just a regular stalker who came to bug my apartment with creepy surveillance gear while thinking I’m at work. That’s more likely, right? I mean, it wouldn’t be ideal having cameras in my home, but it’s better than the alternative of being shot dead. I could even put on a little performance for him if he’s that intent on watching me.
Maybe I’m being too judgmental. Maybe he’s also a doorknocker in his spare time, here to tell the residents of Onyx Heights about his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Hunter disappears inside, and despite knowing that I should take off at the speed of light and never look back, I find myself creeping toward the main entrance. What could it hurt? Apart from the whole potential death thing? I mean, if this guy is going to be all up in my business, then why shouldn’t I be all up in his? Seems fair to me.
Nervousness rattles me as I unlock the door and make my way inside, holding my breath as though that’s somehow going to disguise me better.
There’s no sign of him on the ground floor, and I make my way to the elevator and go to reach for the call button when I pull my hand back.
Am I stupid? The last thing I need is to get caught alone in a metal death-trap with Hunter Cole. What if he clocked me the second I turned the corner? He could be just waiting for me in there. No thanks. I know following him through the door was already a stupid move, but we’ve all got to draw the line of our own stupidity somewhere, right?
I guess I’m taking the stairs.
As my foot hits the bottom step, I get an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. After all, this isn’t the first time I’ve followed the man through an apartment building today. Only this time, I’m coming for answers.
Unlike the stairs at the other apartment complex, I have a good view all the way to the top, and with the coast clear, I hurry up the stairs, checking each floor as I pass. When I get to my floor, I peer into the hallway just as the elevator doors close, and I suck in a breath, finding Hunter striding down the long corridor.
Okay. This shit is definitely not in my head. The fucker is absolutely stalking me. There’s no other way to look at it. How else would he know exactly which building I live in and make his way right to the exact floor? And right after I blew him off. The odds are certainly not in my favor.
Anger swirls through my chest. Who does he think he is sniffing out my apartment like this? Kinda shitty move if you ask me, and after the day I’ve had, I’m so not here for it.
I take a shaky breath. If I were smart, I’d haul ass out of here, but instead, I adjust my keys in my hand, the rigid metal sticking between my fingers like a makeshift knife, and with the utmost misplaced confidence, I step out into the hallway and stalk the stalker, determination lacing my every step.
This fucker is going down.
As I storm down the hallway after him, he moves directly in front of my door, and the rage that comes flying out of me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. “Oh, hell no. I think the fuck not, asshole.”
Hunter whips around in the span of a blink, his head snapping up as I barrel down the hall toward him. He clocks the makeshift key-knife between my fingers, looking every bit the snack he has no business being.
His brow arches, and I don’t miss the brief flicker in his eyes as they drag over me with curiosity. I don’t wait for a response before I let my rage erupt in the form of verbal vomit. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demand, stopping just shy of him. “This bullshit right here, this isn’t okay.”
Hunter just watches me, having the nerve to appear even remotely confused, but that confusion quickly morphs into pure delight, and I should have known better. Of course this fucker would get off on the idea of being caught out.
“Have you been following me, Little Savage?” he asks, voice low and rough. “That’s a bit naughty.”
I blink.
What the fuck?
“If you wanted me that bad, you should have just said so.”
Okay. That shit gets me talking again. “What the hell is your problem? I don’t want you at all. You have the emotional intelligence of a soggy cat turd.”