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Mary stands up from her desk, grabbing her cup, and heading to the break room, her hips swaying with each step. I forcemy eyes away from the screen. But my gaze keeps drifting back to her as if by its own will.

Elijah’s message arrives, containing all the contact information I need, along with a report. I review the details of Wempton’s business and cross-reference it with everything I’ve gathered over the years. It’s a strange feeling, being this close to her life without her knowing.

The first time we met was in college. Mary, with her infectious laughter and heartwarming smile, drew people to her like moths to a flame. I was no exception. But even then, I knew I had to keep my distance. She has no idea how closely I watch her or the lengths I go to protect her, even hacking her phone to ensure her safety.

She’s back at her desk. What would she do if she knew?

But more than that, what if she doesn’t want someone like me? Looking back at who Mary dated up until this point, it becomes painfully clear that she prefers polished, charming men. She always complains about it, yet she still entertains them. The complete opposite of a brooding hacker like me.

Is she thinking of me? I want to believe she does, believe that I’m not alone in this, but I know it’s foolish. She has no idea who I am. If she knew the truth, she would run as fast as she could in the other direction.

Why did I have to take his place? Why did I have to ruin everything?

I was perfectly fine, just watching her. Ever since that party, I crave more of her. All of her. Watching isn’t enough anymore.

And yes, Elijah was right. I left that clue. I never do. But my mind doesn’t work right when it comes to her.

What would have happened if I hadn’t gone to get that coffee that day? Tell me, Blue, would I still be so obsessed with you?

A ping startles me. Glancing at my other screen, I see a new message from Mary, her words standing out against the dark screen.

Every message she wrote Chris after the party is unanswered.

Mary: Why did you leave without saying goodbye?

Mary: I thought we had something.

Mary: Is that number even active anymore?

Mary: Was it all just a joke?

Mary: What’s wrong?

Mary: Are you okay?

And the latest.

Mary: Why aren’t you answering?

Mary: At least let me know you’re okay.

The desperation in her messages tugs at my heartstrings, and I hate that she’s so hung up on this fantasy of Chris.

I’m sorry.

‘Chris’ hasn’t answered her since the party, but it’s not because he doesn’t want to. It’s because I don’t want him to. It’s time she forgets him.

I watch as she leans back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head with a tired sigh. As if sensing my presence,Mary scans around the room, her eyes searching for something or someone.

I know it was wrong, know I should have stayed away. The thing is, I’m willing to burn for a single taste of the light she brings to my dark world.

And that makes me as much of a monster as the men I want her to forget.

I’ll check the rest later.

I need her. Time to give Mary a reminder of who really made her tremble with need that night.

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