Page 20 of Stalked

That’s why here I am, finishing up this burnt meal. Serves him right for ignoring me, I was left to enjoy those pancake things. Whatever that name is that Tobias called them, I ate every single one, even the damn burned one he left behind. I stayed up for hours, waiting for him to come back, but he never did. I shouldn’t have been hurt. I don’t know the dude.

But he can’t keep sneaking into my apartment, let alone take me in the middle of the night, and not explain himself.

So here I am, carrying a plate of half-burnt pancakes and a glass of milk as a peace offering. He needs to either explain what I’m doing here or let me go with no word. I can’t be a prisoner.

Shuffling the plate over, I don’t knock, knowing that he is probably watching me somehow. He has to have a way of avoiding me, and it’s either he’s really good at sneaking around or he has a camera system somewhere around here.

But what I don’t expect is to find not only him sitting at his desk, but a group of five men all standing in front. My breath hitches when each one of them narrows their eyes and makes a move to stand.

“Stoy, chert voz'mi, vniz,” he barks.

Opening my mouth to apologize so I can tuck my tail between my legs and run, I stop when he glares at me.

“Vse vyshli, idite na svoy post.” I have no idea what he said again, and I think about throwing this plate of barely edible food at him. But when the men all stand, all nodding their heads at Tobias before heading towards the door, heading towards me, I squeeze myself against the wall, nerves wracking my body. When the last one walks out, closing the door quietly behind himself, I’m at a loss on what to do. I was so confident, and now that I’m here, I’m really questioning my decision.

So, when I say, “You’ve been avoiding me,” I want to throw myself out the window.

Tobias continues to glare at me as I chew on my lip, my nerves getting worse.

Stepping forward, I set the plate of pancakes and glass of milk down. “I brought you food. I kind of burnt them. I mean, I’m not a good cook. I can’t cook at all, really. But you made me food and left me to eat it all alone, so here… I made you food and I expect you to eat it.” I take a deep breath. “Alone.”

When Tobias doesn’t say anything, I bite my inner cheek to stop myself from saying anything else. I don’t need to word vomit any more than I already have. Turning on my heel, my body trembles and I know I fucked up. I shouldn’t have tried to see him.

“Little Rabbit,” Tobias calls softly.

“Yes?” Glancing over my shoulder, my hand stays on the doorknob.

“Come here,” he orders. I shouldn’t, but my feet move on their own. Tobias stands and walks around his desk. Taking a seat, I stand off to the side waiting for what he wants. “Take a seat… at my desk,” he adds when I step over the chair next to him.

Doing as he asks, I sit down and refuse to make eye contact with him. It’s a long minute, or two. I don’t know how long it is that we just sit there. Complete silence. It’s driving me insane; my skin is on fire. My heart speeds up, at the reminder that when men get quiet, it means they are mad. Dan always got really quiet before all hell broke loose and he’d beat me.

“I want to go home,” I blurt out.

Tobias’ head snaps up, scowling at me like I just kicked his puppy. Shaking his head, he bends forward, grabbing the plate. I watch as he cuts into one with the fork, shoving it into his mouth. Now I know I’m a bad cook. I’ve tried since Zion saved Izel and me. But no one taught me. Zion never had the patience, and honestly, I didn’t care if he taught me or not. I lived off microwaveable meals, ramen noodles, and takeout since I left their house. So, when Tobias barely chews and just swallows that bite, I know he hates it.

“I never learned to cook; Dan never taught us. And my sister's husband, he tried once, maybe twice but lost patience when I got off track and ended up burning the toast or giving them rubbery eggs. So usually, I live off things I can put in the microwave, those types of things. But you know, you made me whatever those things were a few days ago. So, I thought I would make pancakes.” Again, I can’t stop talking, and Tobias just watches me, cutting into another pancake.

“Alright, this has been a fun conversation, I’m going to go–”

“I can teach you to cook,” Tobias blurts out. “Let’s go.”

And like anobedient dog, I follow him out of the office and into the kitchen. Tobias walks around the kitchen, moving the dirty dishes I left out into the sink before pulling out ingredients for pancakes.

“Come here, I won’t bite,” he smirks.

My cock twitches between my legs, my balls tingle, and the idea of getting on my knees for him pops into my head.I’m so screwed.

“We’re going to start off with simple pancakes.”

“Oh, were the ones I made that bad?”

Tobias inclines his head as if to say,“Are you serious?”But they couldn’t have been that bad… I don’t think so. Measuring out the pancake batter and then adding an egg and some milk, he stirs it. My eyes drop down to his hands, the veins popping out as he uses the spoon.Oh fuck.I am totally and completely fucked. His hands would look so good around my neck as he pounded into me.

I really need to get a hold of my dildos.

“Little Rabbit,” Tobias says, bringing me back.

“Fuck, sorry,” I mumble, realizing this is exactly why Zion hated trying to teach me. I got distracted and ended up forgetting what I was doing. I also often walked away trying to get something else done when I ended up remembering that I was in the middle of cooking.

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