Page 16 of Stalking My Stalker

“Memessing around?” For the first time, she actually snaps back at me. “You’re the one playing games, Parker. I stalked you for nearly a week and don’t know a goddamn thing about you!”

I’m still inside her. Still hard.

I could go again right now, but I slip out of her, causing her to gasp.

“You’re better off not knowing,” I grumble as I stuff my erection back into my pants. “You’ll be safer that way.”

“Safer?” She laughs. “Says the man who pointed at a gun at me and threatened to kill me with a knife–not once, buttwice!”

“I thought you liked it?” I counter.

“I did! But if you have something you’re hiding from me, come out and tell me. Don’t make up some excuse that I’m safernot being around you, because that sounds like a steaming pile of horseshit.”

She’s right. Of course she’s right. I’ve done nothing but fuck this whole thing up since the start. It’s a miracle I’m even standing here with her right now. No, not a miracle. It’s fate. Ali and I are meant to be together. I see it now. And my mission in life from here on out is to make sure that she is with me and that she is safe.

“Okay,” I say tenderly, wrapping my arms around her. “I’ll tell you everything. But you’re not going to like it.”

7

ALI

THREE WEEKS LATER…

I don’t knowwhy I’m still stalking Parker. There’s nothing left to learn. He told me everything.

Ex-Mafia hitman. Criminal. Assassin. Raised by the mob after he lost his father on his thirteenth birthday. I saw the fear in his eyes as he revealed his past to me. He was terrified that I would leave him. And I probably should have...

That’s what any normal girl would do.

But I’m not normal. Parker isn’t normal. We’re broken. Twisted. We both share the traumas of losing our fathers, and maybe that’s one of the reasons why we’re so right for each other. Like two matching pieces of some terrible puzzle that fit together with such precision that the end result is sublime.

We’ve only grown closer since he confessed his sins to me.

He told me how he left his old life in New York to come to Gatree and start over. He told me how hard he triednotto stalk me, but he was eventually overwhelmed by my beauty and couldn’t resist.

Talk about melting a girl’s heart.

Parker wants to be a new man for me and tells me daily how he’s continuing to strive to be more. But I believe he’s already made his transformation. Even when he thought I was workingfor the FBI, he stopped himself from killing me. Why? Because he loves me. Because we’re not just some boring couple taking things slowly to see where they go. We’re a guy and a girl who are truly meant for each other.

I mean, he’s my boyfriend, and I’m stalking his every move. Is that normal? Of course not. But it is exciting. I’m thrilled whenever I watch him, wondering if he knows I’m there when I’m spying on him from across the street or following from behind when he’s walking to his car. I had to switch to a new shampoo with a different scent, as he was too used to the old one and could sniff me out from a mile away.

Despite the fact that we’ve made things official, things haven’t really changed that much. And I don’t think either of us want them to. Sure, I go over to his place from time to time and we have take-out and watch Netflix. And sometimes he comes over to my apartment in the evening and I cook for him and we snuggle up on the couch for a movie. But that hasn’t stopped either of us from continuing our deviant behavior.

I still stalk him, and he still stalks me.

I love the sensation of coming home and knowing he’s across the street watching me through his binoculars. I like to tease him with skimpy little outfits, giving him flashes of my semi-naked body, imagining what effect I’m having on him. It’s like I’m a stripper putting on a private performance for only one man.

Parker still sneaks into my bedroom at night as well. Only recently, he’s become unpredictable with his visits. I try my best to stay awake as late as possible so I can play along with our little fantasy. But more than once in the last week, I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night by his cock spreading me open and his mouth enveloping mine in a greedy kiss.

I love how much he loves me.

How much he needs me.

The kind of protectiveness and ownership I receive from him is like nothing I’ve ever felt before in my life. My mom did her best after Dad left, but I’ve never had this kind of care from a man. A father figure. I always knew I had a hole inside of me left over from when I was young. I just never knew how big it was. Parker fills that hole for me.

He also fills my other hole too…

Exceptionally well.

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