Page 11 of Stalker Daddy

“What did you see?”His thumb press down on my cheek and pain explode under the skin.

“I’m not sure!”I squeak out, hands coming up to his wrist to stop his strength from shattering my jaw.

“I just saw him briefly.”I sigh in relief as Vito drops his hand.

“Him?”he questions, gray eyes narrowing in wariness.

“Yeah,” I say as I clear my throat.“I probably just imagined him.”

“What did he look like?”

I find every detail from my memories, seeking the best choice of words without offending Vito because I really thought, for a very brief moment, that he was the man on the other side.

“He… was just standing there and he was too far for me to get a better look.”

He’s not having it.My nonsense of an excuse stays in the air as I fidget under his penetrative gaze.

“And?”Vito’s voice becomes dark and impatient.

“He was wearing all black.”My words are clumsy and suspiciously jumbled together as nervousness creeps up my flushed cheeks.

Vito doesn’t look down on his body like any normal human instinct would demand him to do.His eyes move to the ground where I had been looking, and the grayness in his eyes flickers dully as his chest rises with a breath of silence.

I try to gauge his thoughts by any inkling of emotions on his face, but he’s closed off and calculatingly stern as he turns his attention back to me.

A sudden rush of predatory gleam shoots through the pair of gray eyes, but it’s gone the next second as a bird’s chirping noise pierces through the trees.

“I probably imagined it,” I say with a hand coming behind my head and fluffing my hair.

The nervous gesture doesn’t escape his keen eyes.“I don’t want you to walk around without me.”

If agreeing with him means that he’s not angry at me for putting myself in danger because the person I saw could very well be the stalker, then I would gladly nod my head off.

“Let’s go.”He waits for me to start moving to find his place beside me.

We talk in silence and let the tranquility of the beautiful trees rustle with the wind.I should leave it at that, but my mind needs closure on the weird experience.

“There wasn’t something there, right?”I ask with a strong hesitation in the answer that I might not want to hear.

“No,” he replies nonchalantly.

It’s as if a boulder had rolled off my shoulders, I could breathe easily and see a lot more clearly now.The adrenaline is still coursing through my blood, but it’s settling down with his calming presence beside me.

When I peer at him through the corner of my eyes, he had his head turned to the compacted tree lines.The side of his face reflects a foul snarl and a menacing glare, the veins on his neck thickening under his skin as he contemplates something while staring very insistently into the trees.

“Is something wrong?”I ask him.

His head turns back to me as we walk across the bridge.“No.”

“Okay…” I trail off unbelievingly, but I don’t have anything to prove that he’s lying.My gut tells me that he knows something, but Vito always looks like he’s in deep thought.

We return to the cabin without other interruptions.He leaves me in the cabin to do my own thing while he stays outside to fix the generator.I want to watch him work because it’s just so attractive to see Vito concentrate on something as complicated as a heating generator.

Or is that a car engine?

I don’t know and I don’t particularly care, I just like it when he uses his hands.

My cheeks burst up in flames as the heat licks my cheeks.I spin around and stiffly walk away from the door, and I pat my heart to keep it calm.My legs are weak and the tingling between my thighs grows insistently with a lick of pleasure crawling up my spine as my panties scrape against my pussy.

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