Arianna
Someone is watching me.
That's the first feeling I get when I wake up later in the morning as usual because I couldn't sleep well after what happened at the coffee shop.
In my nightmares Charles was chasing me with zip ties trough the parking lot and wearing crazy look in his eyes, making me trip everywhere but then I fell and fell into my stalker's arms. There my nightmare ended.
I know Vincent could watch me but this time it was different. More intimately.
Blinking my eyes, I am aware that I'm not alone. The man himself sits in my rocking chair with his elbows on his knees, eyes focused on me. Those bright golden eyes.
I notice something strange.
He is wearing some kind of uniform. With a bulletproof vest over it, I see police badge on it but it was different from local cops. If I can guess, it's more private. A detective.
Is he playing cops and robbers now with me?
When he sees me waking up, he grins, his face completely changing from intimidating to cheerful, like a devil with a bright sunshine disguise and why my heart leaps out of my chest when I see him? I should be afraid that he broke into my home without permission. He is stalking me, killing people around because he confessed himself that he has killed before and even Charles now.
I should run far away as I can.
"Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?" He stands up and I gulp, seeing his powerful body moving towards my bed like a sleek panther hunting its prey, the rabbit.
"Why are you here?" I try to sound angry when I scoot backwards, shielding myself with the blanket but my voice quivers from nervous thoughts.
A small meow is heard from the doorway and Millie trots inside, walking towards my bed. She didn't like strangers so I waited for her to jump into my bed but then to my horror, she changes direction, going straight to my stalker who squats with a small smile.
"Mommy just woke up, little one. Don't you want to greet her?" he purrs to my cat when he starts petting her as Millie fully goes between his legs, purring loudly from attention.
"What the hell?" I'm still in shock, not believing my eyes.
Millie was a traitor.
Vincent gives me a heated stare," She listens to daddy well. She is really a good girl," he drawls the words with a double meaning but I know better.
Why my stalker has to look like a Greek god but rugged version? He literally looks like he walked straight from those fantasy novels where you picture your perfect man. He was that good looking, it even made me self insecure how plain I was compared to him.
"Millie, come here," jumping out from the bed, I rush towards them so I can take her in my arms before he can do something to her but she dodges my hands and runs between my legs and out of the kitchen.
Slamming into a hard chest, Vincent grabs my waist to steady me," Why in a rush?"
He lets out a dark chuckle when I meet his stare with my glare, trying to ignore his big hands on me and his fresh morning scent.
The man was pure muscle and three times taller than me but I didn't let that scare me when I struggle to push him away.
"Don't touch me," surprisingly he lets go, lifting his hands in a surrender manner, grinning down at me.
"Kitten has claws I see," he mocks me.
My wrist is caught between his fingers in a tight hold before I can slap him. Drawing me closer, I feel dizzy when his eyes hold me in place when his handsome face leans closer to mine.
"Good girls don't behave like that if you don't want me to spank you," he fucking winks at me when my mouth hangs open from disbelief and the audacity of this man.
I'm trying to concentrate on his words but his hand is creeping under my shirt, tugging me even closer. I forgot that I changed my clothes after I woke up in the middle of the night. A t-shirt and panties. He had access to me if he wanted to touch me improperly.
My hands on his bulletproof vest makes me create a little distance when I look at him beneath my lashes," What's with the uniform? Are you playing a cop? Because let me tell you, I will not role-play with you when you cuff me to bed to your own enjoyment."
Vincent blinks and then unexpectedly starts laughing, his head dropping against my shoulder when he embraces me in a halfway hug but I can't stop him because he is too strong. Those tempting lips brush against my neck, making me shudder.
"Fuck," he breathes in my ear," sweetheart, you are killing me," this time he hugs me so close that I feel his excitement between us when that bulge presses against my tummy.
"So you are into that? I am not, " Awkwardly trying to ease the tension, my back arches into his hold when he dips me lower, that big hand on my bare back burning my skin.
Fuck, fuck. Fuck.
"Baby, you're something else," he still chuckles in amusement," We both know you would love to be tied down. You don't read the books just for boredom when the guy in a mask makes you come from his tongue when you are cuffed on the table," his words are low, seductive.
I close my eyes, shuddering," It sound like you're a big fan of him too."
He squeezes my waist, brushing his lips against my temple, his chest coiled with tension as he softly exhales.
"Why do you like his work?"
The sudden question makes me halt, not understanding his reason for asking me that.
"Why would I answer you? You didn't answer me," I push back.
"I'm a private detective. That's what I do when I'm not around," he explains.
My eyebrows almost shoot up to my hairline when he tells me that," You what? For real?"
Leaning back, he strokes my jaw with a soft smile," Don't believe me? You can google me if you want. I've made many achievements over the years catching criminals who prey on girls like you so answer to your question, I'm also into role-play if you want me to indulge your little fantasy."
But...but, I thought he is the author if that's really him so why...? Maybe he has two different lifes and jobs. Like Superman who catches criminals at night but in the day he is just a worker playing by law rules.
My anger soon follows," So if I had told the police about you, they would not suspect you because they would recognize you as a detective? You are under their protection, you mean?"
Tugging my lip between his finger, his eyes doesn't stray from my mouth when he answers," In a way but it's easier to find people if I have access to police records. Also I graduated as an IT engineer, playing with computers a bit allowed me to learn hacking techniques, hence the deleted number and photos on your phone."
My mouth parts but not from his touch, not believing my ears that he just told me the truth about how he can find me or hack my phone.
"You told me so much about you. Aren't you afraid that this information can be leaked out to bring you behind bars?"
His finger stops at my upper lip as he pins me with a dark gaze," That won't happen."
"Why not?"
"Because baby, by that time you will fall in love with me."