Everybody's Watching Her But She's Looking At You Novels & Stories

Standing close behind her. Protective. Possessive. The image froze for a second. Then zoomed in slowly. On his hand. Still resting lightly at her waist. Her breath hitched. “Turn it off,” she said. No one moved fast enough. The screen flickered again— And a message appeared across it: Look how easily he touches you. Her stomach dropped. “This isn’t just about control,” she whispered. “They’re watching us.” “They’re studying us,” Adrian corrected. The words sent a chill down her spine.

She sneaked and wrapped her hand around my waist possessively, tugging me closer to her. "Nora, people are watching." I whispered shyly. She frowned, "So what if they're watching? "I am just protecting what is mine from vultures," she replied, growling lowly. Her hazel eyes darken as she scans the crowd. "Aww... Mate is jealous," I teased, grinning like a fool. She blushes, averting her face. As we moved through the crowd, I noticed we were the center of attention. Some men gazed lustfully at Nora. I wanted to grab her and hide her in a room where I would be the only one she would come into contact with.

"Do you enjoy an audience while you are being fucked?" She takes a couple of breaths, then, "Yes, Sir. I do." "Good. Turn around." As she obeys, James and I following her movement to keep her face in view, her eyes widen as she sees the numbers watching.... .... Well, you caught their attention tonight, Babe. what did you expect…?

She senses me before I speak. Of course she does. “You’re watching me again,” she says without turning. “Yes.” She exhales softly, not annoyed, not surprised. “Is it that obvious?” she asks. “To me,” I answer. She turns then, her gaze meeting mine. There’s a pause. Not long. But long enough. “You’re supposed to be enjoying this,” she says, gesturing faintly toward the gathering. “I am,” I reply. She raises a brow slightly. “That doesn’t look like enjoyment.”

“That is all.” “Liar.” She turned fully toward him, ink-black dress clinging to every curve, the high slit flashing bare thigh when she shifted her weight. “You have been watching me since the garage. Not like the others. They look through me. You look at me like you are already imagining how I sound when I come.”

And this time, I want my best mates to be present for this. I’ve booked a private booth, tucked away but with a perfect view of her workstation. Even before I settle in, my eyes find her. She’s exactly where I expect—fingers gliding deftly over the keys, lost in the music. Her eyes are closed, her body swaying, completely unaware she’s being watched. Then, as if sensing it, she opens her eyes—and catches me staring, the surprise causing her to jerk then press the wrong key.

When she finally noticed that I was there she gives me her what-the-hell-look while I stare at her in confusion. What is the deal with today why is everyone looking at me like this? And even my best friend giving me the same looks.? "Why didn't you tell me? " she uttered. Her voice was rough, not clear but somehow I heard it. "Tell you what? " I asked in confusion. "I thought you share everything with me! However I'm wrong," she exclaimed while crossing her arms. "What are you talking about? At least tell me I don't know anything that is happening today! Why everyone was watching me like I did something wrong? " I snapped.

But even as I speak another scream threatens when she moves my leg, and my head rolls backward, my fingers digging into her shoulder. I do not want her to feel so helpless. My pain in addition to hers is a burden heavy. But I cannot think- I can only focus on not screaming too loud. "No," she snaps back, there is a stroke of horror in her eyes, "You could bleed to death Shade." Her eyes hold a shade of madness behind them as her gaze shifts off me to the dozens of eyes strained on us, "Why are you all just standing there, watching?" she gasps. She takes to her feet, her back to me, facing the others,

It’s like she is in a spotlight, everyone is looking at her. She and I suddenly lock eyes and she winks. It’s Kate, my psycho ex girlfriend.

“This is depressing.” A small, humorless huff escaped me. “That,” she added after a second, leaning just slightly closer, “and my mom’s been staring at us this whole time.” That got my attention. I turned immediately, my gaze scanning through the sea of black umbrellas, black outfits and somber faces until I found her. And sure enough—she was looking straight at us. Not subtly, either. Just… watching. My grip on the umbrella tightened slightly. “Want me to go over there and give her a piece of my mind?”