It almost feels like I’m dreaming; this is so good to be true.
Gerrard Southerford likes me back?
I want to pinch myself awake right now, because if he keeps kissing me like this and I wake up later only to realise this is all just a dream, my heart’s not going to be able to handle it.
I pull back from him a little, parting our lips. We’re both breathing heavily, but I swear it feels like in this moment, we couldn’t have been happier.
Resting my forehead on his as he leans his face closer to mine, I whisper, “Are you going to take me to your house wearing that?”
His brow furrows for a second, but when he understands that I’m talking about him wearing only an underwear and shirt, he laughs softly, pecking me on the lips again.
And although we’ve just kissed, his soft peck still gives me butterflies all over my body.
”If that’s what you want,” he grins
“Priscil-” Ruben almost shouts out when the door bangs open, falling to the floor with a deafening thud.I pull away from her, my arm sliding securely around her waist as we turn to face an appalled-looking Ruben. It doesn’t take him longto realise what’s going on here.”Is that a hickey on your neck?!” he exclaims at Priscilla, pointing an accusing finger her way.But you know what? He really shouldn’t have, because all that does- is that I’m in his face in the next second.”It is, fucker,” Igrowl in his face menacingly, but I have to lean so low to match his height. “Got a problem with it?”He glowers at me, but it’s hard to do when I’m towering over him. A scurry of footsteps in the hall reachesmy ears, and I look up from the bastard in time to see his father and my mother standing by the doorway to my room, Keith and Bru behin
It’s thatblack SUV.I just know it’s that same one that’s always parked around the curb of my apartment building whenever I getin or out of the building.At first, I’d only thought it a coincidence for it to be around at the same time as me, but as the days progressed, that car began giving me an uncomfortable feeling.Almost as if it were watching me.And now?I don’t know how long that car’s been here, watching me, watching us, rather, because as soon as it sees that I’ve spotted it, it drives away.Before Gerrard can see it.I’m afraid I sound like an idiot to him right now, but what I’m saying is the truth. I really do think that someone’s following me. There’s only so many times that can be counted as a coincidence.But now is not one of those times, because how the fuck could that car know that I’m with
I knew that car was trouble.When I'd seen it outside Priscilla's apartment building that day of the storm, I knew something was off about it. That's exactly why I'd gotten all riled up when she hadn't opened the door that day.It had scared the shit out of me.As she lies on my bicep, curled up against my chest, sound asleep, I'm cursing myself in my head. If I hadn't gotten carried away because of my damn hormones the night I stayed at her place, I could've asked her about the SUV.Things wouldn't have escalated so much.I breathe out a frustrated sigh.Something needs to be done about this stalker.And to be honest, I was working on this issue ever since he texted me, but that was before the office party came up; I'd just been so fucked up when Priscilla told me she was Ruben's date to the dinner that my mind just couldn't keep up with shit. Now, though, I'm only focused on one thing.Who the fu
Priscilla’s alarm wakes me up earlythe next morning. By the time I manage to sleepily locate her phone on the other side of the bed, she’s woken up.What I can say?I neverwas very efficient straight out of bed.“Gerrard,” Priscilla mumbles groggily from beside me, her face snuggled up in my side. “Did you set that thing on snooze?”Did I mention how fucking adorable her sleepy voice is? It’s slightly heavier than normal, and irregular around some words, but I swear to god I’ve never heard anything sexier.My morning wood was going to be in for such a treat—it never knew.”Hm?” she nudges me with her elbowwhen I still don’t respond.I curl a hand into her hair, working my fingers closer to her scalp gently. “I switched it off.”She abruptly lifts her head to look at me, but she’s so sleep-ridden right now that it
Gerrard seems distracted.We're watching Sinister, cooped up in my room with the lights off and huddled in a blanket,but even such a scary ficdoesn't seem intense enough to get Gerrard’sundivided attention.He keeps glancing at his phone, or chewing on his nails instead of eating the popcorn we made, or just plainfiddling with things. It’s starting to worry me.Does he have some place else to be?Does he not really want to be here?With me?”Gerra-”I don’t really get to voice my thoughts out loud though, because at that same time, his phone rings.And he hides it from me to pick up the call.A weird kind of… hurt flows through me.He told me about his family. His deepest inhibitions about them. He told me about his father. About the accident. About his situation with his family. But he feels the need to hide that call from me?W
I can’t believe the picture was blurred.The fuck?The tension that’s beginning to consume my mind makes my teeth almostmince my lips.The hell am I going to do?-Keith.I’ll call Keith. He’ll have a better shot at getting a picture of the car’s registration number now that it’s already here, parked by the curb. I quickly dial my brother’s number.”Hello? Hey, Gerr. Did you get the number?””I tried, Keith,” I tell him quickly, talking hushedly so Cilla doesn’t hear. “But the picture I got is blurred. Can you come over? The car’s right by the curb. It won’t suspect you if you click the picture driving by it.”A muffled series of sounds come from the other side when-“Hey, Gerr,” Bru’s voice says then, instead of Keith’s. “We’re coming in an hour, okay? I’ll get
I'm late for work by fifteen whole minutes.It's 8:15 am by the time I reach Southerford Inc., but to be really honest, the fact that I'm late isn't my fault. Not completely anyway.Gerrard's been calling me ever since I began getting ready for work. God knows why, because he hasn't called once since the past week. Not once.He only kept leaving me those blasted notes of his, with false promises.And then when I finally decide to leave the house for once, and that, too, to go to work, this man wants to spoil that for me too.The fuck?I never picked up any of his calls.I only cursed the whole time his name lit up my phone screen as it rang.Shaking my head to myself, I press the button for an elevator on the ground floor in the main atrium. But even that stupid lift was trying my patience this morning, because no matter how hard or how often I poked the button, the lift just wouldn't arrive.I hu
Priscilla's not picking up the phone.I've been ringing her up ever since I left the dealer store an hour ago, but instead of picking up, she just cancelled my latest call.Is she mad at me, still?Or is she sleeping and I'm just disturbing her?I sigh, attempting one more call, but like all the previous calls, this one goes unanswered, too.Gripping the steering wheel hard, I determinedly go on for my house. I'd been calling Priscilla to tell her who the stalker is. I wanted to tell her to come to the office. But I don't have enough time or patience to go to her house and shit.I need to go home and make a few calls for a board meeting, gather my documents and evidence, too.Guess I'll just tell Priscilla when this is all over and well behind us.* ^ * ^ * ^ *I've only just gotten out of the shower when I get a call from Bru. Wiping my long mane with a towel, I pick up. "Hello?""Hey, Gerr. Keith told me. Ab