Page 9 of Stalker Daddy

He cuddles in his sleep.

It was an experience and a revelation that took me by surprise.I never expected a man as detached as him to be someone who likes to be close to another source of body heat at night.

Vito is everything but cuddly.He’s big, but not the teddy bear sort of feeling.He’s quiet and protective, but his actions speak louder than the steady beats of his heart against my head.

When I woke up, he was gone, and there was a hearty smell of breakfast.He didn’t mention the incident, but I don’t think he realizes it because I move a lot when I sleep, so I must have rolled out of his arms.

It was a shame.I would love to wake up in his arms, but that would put me in a situation where I have to awkwardly explain that I’m not taking advantage of him.

Even in his sleep, he’s far stronger than anyone can give him credit for.It’s ridiculous how much raw power he has when he’s not conscious.

Out of respect, I tried to move away from him when I first woke up in his arms.It was in the middle of the night; the moon had thrown light through the roof window and straight onto the wooden floor.

His grip was unrelenting and frighteningly possessive.Then the moon was blocked by the gray clouds, and I stopped trying to leave his arms because the cabin had this hauntingly silent atmosphere where the unexplored and unknown lingers in the back of my mind.

I’m the safest in his arms, and then I was knocked out within minutes.

Pushing those thoughts to be back of my mind, I let the music flow into my ears as I begin to play.It’s a gentle piece that matches the calm scene.The windows reflect the rich colors of nature as I indulge in the notes.

I love this piece because it’s the first time I had fallen in love with music.I was young and lonely when I found comfort in the melody being strummed out by a pair of skilled hands.I don’t remember the person who played the piece, but it made such an impact on my brain that I wanted to be a violinist.

Rolling towards the end, the flow of music is disturbed when I open my eyes to see a figure standing on the other side of the lake.It’s a massive body of water, but the man in complete black clothing stands by the vibrant colors of the blue water and green trees like a splash of corruption to nature.

My body seizes up in momentary fear, and fright triggers a lock on my muscles as a screeching note on the violin snaps my attention to the instrument.By the time I look up, the man was gone, and it leaves the scenery back to its tranquility.

I quickly store the violin back in the case and clip it shut with a shuddering breath.Closing my eyes tightly, I bring my shaking hands to my face and rub the paranoia off my skin.

I’m probably seeing things.My stalker couldn’t possibly know where I am.If there is one thing that I know about Vito without a single doubt, then it is his ability to drop off the face of the earth in the blink of an eye.

Cyrus can attest to that because they were in the army together, and they worked very closely for years.I have heard war stories from Cyrus, and from what I can gather, Vito is a born leader with the type of intelligence that worries many people.

Maybe Cyrus was exaggerating, but I don’t want to let that thought go for now.It’s the only thing comforting me in this room, and I know Vito won’t let anything happen to me.

His intelligence would allow him to plan and predict every wrong turn during our stay.Vito most likely predicted where and when the stalker comes—if the stalker finds out where I am, and I implemented some protection around the cabin.

I shake my head, hands rubbing away the anxiety on my arms before making my way out of the room.I make sure to keep my violin case away from direct sunlight and into the shadow where it’s not fluctuating temperature.

My nose picks up on a delicious lunch meal.A smile graces my lips, and my stomach growls as I follow the smell to the kitchen.

It’s a sight to behold.Vito stands there with two plates of food in his big hands, the wind blowing into his black hair through the opened windows, and the grayness in his intense eyes holds me captive.

He’s in all black.A triggering image of the man standing on the other side of the lake startles me.I’m not sure if what I saw was a fragment of my imagination because of the traumatic car incident by the crazy stalker, but it felt too real.

It can’t be Vito.There is no way he could be on the other side of the lake, come back before I came to the kitchen, and make lunch on time.

I take in a deep breath.Yes, I’m imagining things.It’s the sleep I had last night.I’ll make sure to get a good night of sleep tonight, whether Vito cuddles or not.

“What’s wrong?”he inquires, the slow steps to the dining table draw my attention to his massive body.

The person I saw was not as big as Vito, but he was at a distance, so I can’t be sure.I have to stop thinking about it and focus on the day, but my heart is rumbling with worry.

If it is the stalker, how did he find me so quickly?

This cabin is deep in the woods, and it’s a place that a formerarmycommanderfinds secure enough to live.

“Fia,” Vito’s deep voice echoes hollowly in my brain.

I shake my head, and I force a smile on my face.“Nothing.Let’s eat!”

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