Page 152 of Under the Bed

Would you look at her.

She’s gorgeous, as always. In her sleep. When she cries. When she comes.

And now. Like this, wearing black eyeliner framing her blue eyes, giving a dark edge to my dark queen.

Elegant. Royalty. Ready to put the entire police station in its place.

That’s why she’s wearing a sharp white blouse, a black blazer, and a black skirt, and a form-fitting black peacoat that she left unbuttoned. Those black high heels and the leather bag slung over her shoulder look expensive.

I don’t care about money. The way her clothes fall on her, though…

Her coat opens as the breeze blows around Shiloh, and I’m eating it up.Her. The clothes that accentuate each curve and slope of her body. I hardly contain a growl when her hair whips around her, reminding me of what she’s been hiding.

Her scar.

Anger rises. Anger simmers.

Her dad will pay.

Can’t blow my cover. Can’t ruin this.

Our game.

Before she gets into her SUV, her eyes scan the street.

She’s looking for me.

She won’t find me. It warms my wretched soul that she tries.

Warms me further when she starts driving and heads straight to the police station rather than buying another Plan B pill. I follow her, navigating through traffic. Maintaining a four-car distance between us.

Three lawyers wait for her outside the station. Surprise, surprise, neither one of our parents is there to accompany her.

At least she has professionals by her side. I wait for her while she’s in there, and in less than an hour, she’s out. As cool and collected as she was when she stepped in there.

A few nods to the lawyers, and she’s back on the road.

With me as her stalker.

It’s when we near her college that I get as far away from her as I can. I don’t have to see her to know where she’s going. And though I stalked her over the last couple of days, I’m staying here until it’s time for my surprise visit this afternoon.

Once I’ve bought the things I need to have fun with my Shiloh, I slip back into my car.

Count the seconds, minutes, hours.

Eventually, they go by.

The sun sets in the sky. The mask that I brought from home is calling me. I collect everything I need and shove it in my hoodie pocket.

The corners of my lips curve up.

This day might’ve started slow. Frustrating. Painful.

It won’t end that way.

I can guarantee it won’t.

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