Page 10 of Stalker Daddy

He stares at me with no qualms about my comfort until I awkwardly plop down on the chair.Vito lets go of the matter by setting down my plate of food before he finds a seat in front of me.

I dig into my plate with a gleeful moan as the flavors burst into my mouth; the dish is perfectly seasoned with a different kind of seasoning that doesn’t usually go with the dish.I don’t mind the new change for my taste buds because it’s just too good to question what he did.

When we finish, he takes the plates, and I wash the dishes.He doesn’t complain as he tells me about this cabin and how he made it when I asked.

It’s an easy conversation that eats up the time, and I get to know him a little bit more throughout the day.

Just as I get comfortable, the image of that man standing there comes back in full force.I know at this point that I can’t find peace until I know for sure that I was imagining things.

Bracing myself and taking a deep breath, I turn to Vito, who is outside doing some work.His thick muscles flex and tighten as he lifts up the generator to see the bottom.The heaviness doesn’t show on his face as he simply lays it back down on the ground before grabbing a tool from a toolbox.

I don’t want to bother him with something so trivial, so I silently back away from the front door to go find the room with a sliding glass door that leads out of the cabin.I had come across the room when I went exploring again after breakfast to get my digestive system moving.

I remember the warning Vito had given me about a specific room, and I avoid it with great determination.Curiosity is a dangerous concept and I wanted to go inside every time I pass it, but I can’t afford to disappoint the man I had fallen in love with.

Going into the room, I quickly make my way to the glass door and open it.The smell of fresh grass and the chirping of birds welcomes me as I close the sliding door behind me.My shoes quietly tap down the stairs before making contact with the short green grass.

I know he can’t hear me from the front of the cabin, but I feel that I’m committing a crime with this secrecy.

I’m not and he didn’t say that I couldn’t explore outside, so he can’t be mad at me without a reason.

Of course, he can.He’s the owner of the cabin, the bodyguard that volunteered to protect me but I’m still going to pay him regardless of what he says, and he’s the one who knows what kind of things roam behind these beautiful trees.

I’ll be quick.It’s just a look to see if I was seeing things.

It’s a long walk until I find a sturdy bridge that connects both sides of the dry land.I square my shoulders and pass the bridge without any incident and make another quick walk to the spot that would allow me to see across the lake to the cabin.

It’s a massive place and it had gotten smaller from the distance, but it’s still clear to see if someone was in the room where I was playing.I look down and I don’t see any disturbance on the grass or any indication that someone was here.

I sigh a breath of relief to know that I was simply too wounded-up.

“What are you doing?”

I squeal in shock, my heart lunging against my ribs as a significant amount of adrenaline takes over the pumping of my pulse.I spin around, eyes wide with panic and fear as I prepare for danger.

My thinking is to flee like a bat out of the cave, but then I see that it’s only Vito.His arm crosses over his thick chest, shoulders bulging and a glare heavily imposing on his gorgeous eyes.

“W-what?”I sputter, my ears ringing with one of the crickets in the bushes.

“What are you doing?”he repeats the question as he drops his arms.

I clear my throat, patting my chest to stop the erratic heartbeat.“I… I wanted to see something.”

He wants an explanation as he steps closer, blocking my view of the dense trees behind him and invading my thoughts with the distance.

“See what?”

I look down at the grass and turn my head to the cabin.I am ready to just pull something out of my ass to let this embarrassing paranoia die, but his scorching hand cups my face and turns me to look at him.

My neck strains at his height and I grimace lightly while I try to find relief from the aching.Vito keeps a clutching grip on my jawline and neck with a sense of déjà vu washing over me from yesterday.

“I thought I saw something from the room,” I blurt out.

Lying to him would prove to be futile as he seems to know when I’m lying.Sometimes I would hide the truth from Cyrus about eating or getting enough sleep, and he doesn't notice the lies.

Or he just let it go because he knows I’ll make up for the lost sleep and lack of food later.

Dealing with Vito is a bit different; more complicated and certainly requires a bit more sophistication than an unpretentious lie.

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