Page 2 of Stalker Daddy

Being in love with a man twenty years my senior is not exactly ‘love at first sight’ because it sounds more like stereotypical gold-digging.Vito was a commander in the army, but he retired just a couple of years ago when Cyrus became my bodyguard.

It was a weird coincidence that he left the army when my stalker had tried to break into my home.Well, I guess anyone can retire at any time.

I glance over to Cyrus, who nods with a smile.“Really?”

I’m not sure what I’m doubting.I am practically squealing in my head at the chance to spend time with Vito, but I’m also concerned that I’m bothering him.

“You don’t have to…” I murmur, snapping my eyes down at the blanket as my fingers twist in it.

“My manager—she can find—”

“Don’t be stubborn,” Vito says, clipped and definitive.

Cyrus chuckles and pats my hand before leaving us in silence.My heartbeat should slow down before the doctors come in to check why the monitor is going crazy.

I’m shy around him, and that is an unarguable point that I wish I can change, but I feel like I’m in high school again, where I had this crush on a senior.I always knew I had a taste for older men, but I never expected to fall in love with a man who is twenty years older than me.

He probably sees me as this awkward kid with no social life and an awful grasp on being an adult.I broke through my twenties not long ago, and I don’t have much experience to shape me into a functioning adult, but I’m learning, and I’m trying.

Vito comes to stand next to me, taking my wrist and examining the bandaged forearm.It just scrapes from the friction of the door when my body slammed against it.

His eyes narrow, the stormy gray in his eyes and the obsidian bleakness of his hair, the raging anger in his eyes breaches the transition between irate and fury.

“Did you get a look at him?”he asks, but I find it to be a demand more than anything.

I shake my head, memories flashing in my mind of the incident.My manager and I didn’t know where the car came from, but all I knew at that point were the ringing in my ears and the cloudy dizziness in my eyes.

“Nothing?”He tries again, coiling his fingers around my jaw to turn me to the side.

It’s the only injury and thank goodness it’s only just that was on my forearm.It shouldn’t affect my ability to practice music, but the doctor had convinced me to give my forearm time to heel since it’s going to be sore and itchy.

The less strain I put on, the faster it heals, so that means I can perform better.

“No, I didn’t see anything,” I answer with my eyes finding his neck instead.The scar on it is still visible, but it’s an old one and deep by the looks of it.

Vito puts my arm down and nods understandingly.I’m not from a military background; it’s not my skill to look at things through keen eyes.My ears work better than my eyes because my hearing picks up on the slightest shifts of the music notes, but I can’t distinguish if there was a gorilla walking in the background of a video.

I remember one of my sociology teachers had played that video, and I was so shocked that I couldn’t pinpoint when the gorilla had walked past the screen.

“What did you hear?”he asks with that change of question.

I gulp nervously, and my body trembles at the traumatic experience.His hand drops on mine, squeezing with a sense of calmness that takes over my erratic heart.Vito’s hand is calloused and rough, but that is the only thing I need to find my breathing again.

I don’t want to disappoint him, so I think back, and I find something that wasn’t too noticeable when I was hit.

“Um,” I stutter and peer at him through my lashes.“I heard a song; it’s called Thirteenth’s Rhythm.”

His gray eyes narrow in skepticism.“Your composition?”

“Yeah,” I murmur with meekness.“It’s a dedication to Medusa when I was a lot more into Greek mythology.”

“I know.It’s a six-course music composition that takes forty-five minutes to finish.It’s also your first break with fame and into the music world as a professional musician.”

His praise swells my heart with pride as a smile rips through my lips.My eyes are nearly bulging out as my happiness thumps in my chest, and the heart monitor mimics my feelings rather embarrassingly loud.

“How’d you know?”I take the chance to ask.

He cocks an eyebrow, features reeling back to neutral as the nurses come running in.“I have noticed you before your success.”

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