登入The left screen was split into four live camera feeds. I could hear the saxophones getting louder when one of the rooms looked familiar to me. That definitely looked like my bedroom??! What the fuck? I looked at the second screen and realized that that was my kitchen. The third was the alley behind the jewelry store where I worked.My hands started shaking. I looked down at the desk and saw a thick stack of photos right next to the keyboard. I picked them and examined them. Every single picture was of me. Buying groceries, walking to the bus stop, and even sleeping in my own bed. On the very top was the picture from yesterday morning of me in my pink skirt. There was a faint stain smeared across the print right over my face.A loud click sounded behind me and I spun around, dropping the photos on the floor. Chris stood in the doorway. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and sweatpants, and he held a tray with breakfast and coffee. The expression on his face was completely calm and this time
"Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart." He murmured, and that deep baritone voice of his rumbled against my collarbone. I was still trembling as he carried me effortlessly up the stairs. I buried my face in his neck, and breathed in the scent of his skin. He smelt so good even though he was a bit sweaty. I could never get enough of his scent. He carried me straight into what looked like his bedroom and he made a beeline into his bathroom and when I say that the rich really lived differently, I meant it. It had a soaking tub and a huge walk-in glass shower that looked big enough to fit an entire bedroom. Like my bedroom back home for example. Chris put me down and when my feet touched the floor, I shivered. It was so cold. I looked at him, and expected him to turn on the water, but he just stood there while staring down at me. The look in his eyes had turned into a predatory look that made my knees feel weak. If I knew it wasn't Chris in front of me, I might have been scared but the l
I think I must have underestimated how rich Chris was. I couldn't even hide my amazement as we made our way to what looked like a mansion. What the hell?!“You live here?” I gasped while placing my palm on my mouth. I should probably be more demure but I just couldn't help it. It wasn't everyday that I saw mansions that weren't on television or in magazines.He chuckled. “You like it?”I let out a breathless laugh. “It's really beautiful, I must admit.”We pulled up at the driveway, and he helped me out of the car like the gentleman that he was. By the time we ran up the steps and entered his house, I was soaked from head to toe and worse, the rain showed absolutely no signs of letting up.His house was even larger on the inside. I stood near the door while water dripped from my dress and I felt very conscious of the mess I was making. Chris turned to me, completely unfazed by the water dripping from his own hair. “I have a change of clothes upstairs if you're comfortable, and maybe y
“I didn't do blind dates.”"Amy, dear." Mrs. Sterling leaned over the glass display counter and looked up at me with a pleading look. She ran her hands over the pure diamond bracelet she had in her hands. People would literally kill for that. She was one of our richest regular customers and so that made her a VVIP over here, and I was doing my absolute best to be polite to her, even though I wanted nothing more than to get home and have a nice soak in my bath. Try attending to people who thought because they had money, they expected commoners like me to be at their beck and call. "You are entirely too beautiful to be spending your Friday nights all alone. My nephew Chris just moved back to the city, and he is a spectacular young man. I truly think you two would be perfect. Let me set you up on a blind date with him tonight."I froze while still holding the jewelry boxl in my hand. The last thing I wanted to do after feeling like I was being hunted about two weeks ago was go out with
She was the most beautiful human I'd ever seen. I wasn't supposed to follow her home, but I just couldn't help myself. I wanted her to feel safe and protected. A delicate, unarmed woman like her shouldn't be walking the streets all by herself. People are dangerous, and she could easily get hurt. I liked to think of myself as her guardian angel, so very day, I stayed close to her workplace, and waited for her to get off shift, and once she did, I followed her and watched until I was certain she'd made it safely back home. That was basically my routine. Today she wore a skirt that hugged her delicious curves, and the top she wore showed off her smooth, creamy shoulders. I couldn't resist taking her picture to add to my collection. I stared at it again, her hair was let loose and reached the middle of her back. I imagined those long, dark curls sweeping over her bare back as I entered her drink behind. Watching her constantly wasn't enought for me. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to r
Someone was following me.I wasn't being paranoid or overly sensitive to my surroundings. Someone was actually behind me, and they had been tracking me ever since I got off work. At first, I thought I was just psyching myself out. But after turning three different corners and taking completely random routes, I kept being followed. Sometimes they slowed down and sometimes the footsteps became faster. I refused to look back till I got home. I didn't even want them to be aware that I knew that I was being followed.My apartment was only five minutes away and by this time I was already sweating like crazy and heart raced with every step I took. The footsteps behind me seemed to be getting louder and louder, and it was like they were closing the distance.I'm almost there. Almost there. The footsteps were getting closer and closer and I was about to break into a run when suddenly, the footsteps stopped. Whoever it was seemed to have stopped walking all of a sudden but I didn't care to find
Viktor removed his belt and folded it over his hand. I pulled on the leather cuffs frabrically, but the straps held me down. My legs were spread wide and my arms were stretched above my head. I felt so exposed as they watched me. Dimitri walked around the bed slowly. He put his hand on my thigh and
"So." He said in a deep voice. "You are Lola.""Yes." I said. My voice came out smaller than I wanted. He stood up and I realized how tall he was and how much space he took up. He walked toward me slowly, and stopped a foot away. He was close enough that I could smell his sharp cologne.“Why am I h
"So." He said in a deep voice. "You are Lola.""Yes." I said. My voice came out smaller than I wanted. He stood up and I realized how tall he was and how much space he took up. He walked toward me slowly, and stopped a foot away. He was close enough that I could smell his sharp cologne.“Why am I h
The shift was finally over. I wiped down the sticky bar counter and stretched my aching back. I’d been standing for eight hours. The restaurant was completely empty except for one guy sitting at the corner of the bar. He had been there for the last hour, ordering drinks and watching me work. He was







