Page 13 of Taking Adalisa

“No,” I whine, not wanting to get up from the comfort of my own bed.

“I think you should,” his hand is on my hip. “Come on. Let’s get you to the bathroom.”

I lay there, limp as he tries to pick me up. If he’s going to make me go, I’m going to make it difficult for him. He’s going to have to do all the work. I don’t want to, even though I know I should. I just want to lie in bed and fall back asleep after having sex with him for the first time.

My eyes go wide.

Shit.

I flail my arms like a madwoman as I get out of his arms, pushing myself to the edge of the bed where it connects with the wall, staring at Matthias.

“You are really here,” I whisper, not taking. my eyes off him.

Shit.

I just had sex with him. I didn’t think he was actually going to see my bracelet and come in, but deep down, I knew it was a possibility.

“Yes, I am.” He smiles. “We just had sex.”

“You broke in,” I say in disbelief. “I locked my doors and windows.”

He sits at the edge of the bed, gazing at me like I’m his prey. I am. He has his eyes set on me, and there is nowhere for me to go. I can’t try to run to the door because I would have to get past him.

He’s too fast for that.

“You did lock it, but you really need new locks and a security system to keep you safe,” he tells me. “It was far too easy to get into your house. No deadbolt on any of your doors. Do you know how dangerous that is? Anyone with a motive could get into your house and do anything to you. You sleep like the dead.”

“Like you did?” I look at him like he’s crazy.

He makes a tsking sound with his mouth. “No, not me. Why, do you think I’ve got bad intentions?”

I keep my mouth shut. Iknowhe’s got bad intentions. With the aura he gives off and then breaking into my house. Let’s not forget him knowing things about me that I haven’t told anyone and dressing up like other people to come into my workplace.

Those are not normal things for a person to do.

“Cat got your tongue?” he chuckles. “I’m not a good man. I’m the stuff of people’s nightmares, but for you, you don’t need to be afraid of me, little bit. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

I want to believe him, but I’m having a hard time.

“Wh-what do you do?” I whisper, not knowing if I want to know the answer or not. “H-how did you break into my house?”

“It was quite simple. Your window doesn’t lock, even if you think it does. The latch doesn’t seal. It was easy to pop it right open, but no one would know that unless they were through your window,” he says nonchalantly. “But no one is going to do that. That’s my pleasure and my pleasure alone.”

My mouth hangs open as I stare at him. “H-how long h-have you been watching me?”

He looks into the distance, but for some reason, I know he already knows the answer. He seems like the type of person who would keep those things in his head.

“Several months now,” he replies after some time. “I first saw you walking down the street to work when I was watching someone for a job. You captivated my attention, almost made melose the person I was following. I knew right then and there you were the perfect person for me.”

I take a deep breath in, my body feeling shaky with all the information. How have I not realized he’s been watching me? How could I not feel his stare on me as I went about my life?

“I’m not yours,” I finally reply. “I will never be yours.”

He smiles, cocking his head to the side as he looks at me. “We’ll see about that.”

I shake my head, pushing myself into the wall even more, wanting to get as far away from him as I can. But I’m backed into a corner with no way out.

Just how he wants me.

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