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Not only has he been shoveling my walkway after every storm, but he also hung the Christmas lights outside my window. Granted, it was a single and simple strand of lights on my tall shrub, but I appreciated the effort.
Hun…
Mr. Haven chuckles, cradling the mug between his gnarled hands. “Maybe Santa’s elves. Or you have yourself a helpful stalker.”
YESSIR
Over the past few years, I’ve been shoveling Chloe’s walkway after a snowstorm for three reasons.
The neighbor’s tabby cat brushes against my legs, her furry body a sudden warmth in the night air. I reach down to shoo her away, hands trembling slightly from the adrenaline pumping through my veins. “Shoo,” I hiss under my breath. “You’re going to give me away.”
If this cat blows his cover lol
I promise myself that this will be the last time I come around to watch her from afar. But deep down inside, I know that’s a lie. Chloe Hallman is my drug.
“Dark, gothic Christmas?”
Always!
As I change back into my work clothes, I wonder what Tyler or Sloane would think if they saw me dressed like a dark vixen rather than the sweet girl next door. Would they even recognize me? Would they understand this part of me?
Fuck that. Do what you want! Dress how you like!!!
My heart leaps into my throat. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, dreaming about for . . . years? Jesus. Has it been that long? Jesus Christ. And now that it’s here, I’m paralyzed with fear and desire to finally connect with this woman. “I . . . uh . . . sure,” I manage to stammer out. “That’d be great.”
He's got it badddddd
It’s intoxicating, having her full attention like this.
Chloe bursts out laughing, a warm, genuine sound that makes my heart skip a beat.
But as I start walking to work, I can’t shake the image of Chloe’s smile, the sound of her laugh. I tell myself this is the last time, that I’ll stop coming to the cafe, stop following her. Okay . . . I’m a liar. I miss her already.
Tyler is weird. Plain and simple.
I got the two chapters ago. Keep up girl!
Is she going to change the battery? That’s my job. I should be the one up there, keeping her safe.
Bruh lol
I want to burst through that window and explain the dangers, lecture her on fire safety, spank her naughty and perfect ass, and then beg her to let me fix it properly.
Last night when I came up with this plan, I justified it by telling myself it’s so I don’t have to stalk outside her window anymore. I’d be taking one step closer to not being the creeper. I’d ween myself off. I’d . . . I’d be able to protect her better. That’s what I tell myself as I secure the camera in place, my fingers clumsily moving.
The line between protector and predator has never felt so blurry.
Jesus . . . I don’t want to risk chasing the man out of the building.
He wants that babes…badly
Okay, so this is where he needs to ask me for my number. Come on Jack. Ask me for my number.
Ask me for my number!
Jack clears his throat. “Listen, I was wondering . . .” he starts, then pauses, seeming to gather his courage. “Would it be okay if I got your number? Maybe we could do this again sometime?”
Something about seeing Tyler in the coffee shop touching Chloe didn’t sit well with me. Could it be because I wanted to tie him to coffee shop chair and slowly chop his hand off with a butter knife? Maybe.
Do it. Im already tired of Tyler
BlackAsChlo needs to go back into the shadows where she belongs.
Bitch yoh kinky. Embrace it
I know, I want to say. I want to admit that I was the one working the scene that night. That I was the firefighter who pulled her parents’ bodies from the wreckage. That I held her shaking hand as I got her into the ambulance. That I went to the hospital after my shift to check on her and have watched over ever since.
“Wanna know a secret? I happen to like dark,” he says, his eyes connecting with mine. Jesus. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the sudden spark of electricity between us. “Dark, huh? Be careful what you wish for, Jack.” He holds my gaze, his expression turning serious. “I’m not afraid of the dark. Or of you.”
You want a man who doesn’t ask. He just does. You want a man who takes control, who knows what you need before you even realize it yourself. I see a woman who craves intensity. Who wants to be pushed to her limits, to experience everything life has to offer. But I also see someone who’s afraid. Afraid of losing control, of being truly vulnerable.
Yup, I’m going to hell on a sleigh ride. I’m double-fisting my ticket to hell.
I'm laughing at his misery
Come on, buddy. Throw me against the wall. Take me by the hair and plunge your tongue into my mouth. Do it! Do it!
At this point you might as well tell him. His own thoughts of shame over rides his desire for you--although it is a fine line. A very THIN fine line.
With a smirk, I undo his belt buckle and slide the leather through the loops. His pants have to go, however. I glance back at the window and give a smirk to the viewers. Yeah, that’s right. He’s mine for the night.
Well…carry on
I’m fucked up. But not that fucked up.
Babes…
I settle for a compromise, ducking into a nearby alley and peering around the corner. I’ll wait until I see her leave, then follow at a distance to ensure she gets home okay. It’s the least I can do after abandoning her in there.
Ahhh young love lol
Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’ll tell her everything. I’ll lay it all out—the stalking, the club, my feelings for her. She’ll probably run screaming, but at least it’ll be over. At least I’ll have been honest.
A kink love triangle for the holidays? Yes, that’s what I’ve found myself in. My own fault, of course.
With you and two guys who happen tk be the same person lol
“Hey, no judgment here.”
We listen, we don't judge.
My house isn’t decorated. You in a red bow is the only decoration I need.
Smooth
Time seems to slow as I gently pull it away, revealing her eyes. They’re squeezed shut at first, overwhelmed by sensation. Then slowly, they flutter open, adjusting to the dim light of the room. Our gazes lock. For a breathless moment, neither of us moves. I see the shock register on her face, followed quickly by confusion, then understanding. Her lips part, forming a silent “oh” of recognition. I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction. Will she push me away in disgust? Scream? Call me a pervert and storm out? But then, something unexpected happens. A slow smile spreads across her face, her
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“Being a masked man was a fantasy of yours,” he reminds me. “My goal,” he lifts the red blindfold and dangles it in front of me, “is to grant you every single fantasy you have.”
“I vote for package number two,” I say, my voice stronger than I expected. “I want to explore everything with you, Jack. No holds barred.” A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. “That’s what I was hoping to hear from my good girl.” “I like being your good girl,” I mewl, running my hands down his chest. “But I also like being very bad too.”
I don’t want to fuck this up. Please don’t let me fuck this up.
Buddy we 75% in…something gonna happen
“I like it when you’re a good girl,” I say. “But I also like it when you are a very bad, bad girl.” Chloe’s eyes darken, and she licks her lips unconsciously. “I think you just want to spank me again.” “Guilty.”
“You’re mine,” I growl, lost in the sensation of claiming her. “All mine.” “Yes,” Chloe cries out. “Yours, only yours.”
“I think I’m falling for you,” Chloe whispers suddenly, her voice barely audible. My heart swells at her words. I’ve waited so long to hear them, dreamed of this moment countless times. But the reality is so much sweeter than any fantasy. “I’m already fallen,” I admit, tightening my arms around her.
You fell for her YEARS ago
“I’ve got you,” he reassures, holding me close. “You’re safe now.”
I WAS SO FUCKING SCARED. Like almost throwing up scared
I’m watching her still. Watching her walk away from me.
“I want the insane asylum kind of love.” I stare at Sloane incredulously. “The insane asylum kind of love? Are you serious right now?” She shrugs, a mischievous curve to her smile. “What can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.”
“I’m certain,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want you on the outside looking in. I want you to come inside.”
“I’m obsessed.” “Good,” I say as I pull Jack closer, pressing my body against his. “Because I’m obsessed too. I want you,” I say in his ear. “Right here. Right now.”
“This time, and every time from now on,” he says, his voice husky with desire, “I want to do more than just watch.”
