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It was pure coincidence I found the roof door installed between the rafter bays when the house was constructed. Whoever built the house had plans to make a rooftop hang-out or garden or fuck knows what, but it never happened, so now there’s just this walk-out access that’s made it easy for me to get in.
I’m honestly surprised her team hasn’t locked it up for good. It makes me think she only told them about me getting in the first time. After that, it became our little secret.
Silently, I lower the attic stairs, and boom, I’m in the house. The security guys only monitor the front and back doors from the inside and the perimeter of the house on the outside, so slipping down the stairs to Parker’s room is so fucking easy, it feels illegal. But no crimes have been committed here, since she belongs to me.
Tonight, the present I brought her requires her participation. In my pocket are two necklaces, one for her and one for me. I pull them out and set them on the bed. On each silver chain is a mini glass vial closed with a cork stopper.
In the bathroom, I find a pair of small scissors Parker uses when she wears those fake eyelashes. I wish she wouldn’t do it, but I want her to always feel confident, and if she needs spider legs clinging to her eyes in order to do that, then I support her.
Thankfully, Parker sleeps nude. It makes it easier for me to clip a good section of regrowth from her pelvic area. The hairs are so cute, pure blonde and just starting to curl. It’s hard to see what I’m doing, but I’m pretty certain I get some inside the little bottle before I cork it.
Having pubic hair has been something I’ve battled with over the years. Sometimes, it feels annoying, like it’s not a part of me and shouldn’t be there. When that happens, I keep myself clean-shaven. But other times, a simple trim is fine. Ever since I came up with this plan, I’ve been forcing myself to grow the hair out a bit. I unzip my fly, take a sample of my own hair, and drop them in Parker’s jar.
Once both are corked, I leave hers on her dresser and place mine around my neck. There’s only one kind of chain I can stand touching my skin all day, every day, and that’s a ball clasp style. The small balls feel good when I roll them between my fingers, so I’m able to tolerate the weight of them. But Parker’s is a dainty white gold chain.
I’m exhausted, and all I want is to climb into bed with her, but it’s not time. So I kiss her forehead and head out the way I came. Without Roland to pick her up tomorrow, she’ll be scrambling to figure out her transportation issue for a while, which means I can sleep in a little. God knows I need it.
It’s exhausting being a stalker.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
PARKER
Itoss my cell phone on the coffee table after a frustrating morning. Roland quit with no notice, leaving me stranded at the cabin. This was kind of expected. Men don’t like being rejected, especially men like Roland. I could tell it was already a struggle for him to accept me as his superior.
I’m better off, but I wish I had some notice. Now, instead of spending the morning signing even more documents to sell off more of Dad’s assets, I’ve been on the phone with a car dealership, trying to talk them into delivering me a vehicle. Not that it was too hard. When you know exactly what you want and are willing to pay cash, it tends to speed up the process.
I’d been wanting to go electric for a while, and this gave me the push I needed. Within the hour, my Rivian R1S will be delivered because fuck Elon. I hate that guy. The Rivian looks cute and has all the bells and whistles I never had with my sedan. I’m actually kind of excited.
It’s also the last of Dad’s money I’ll spend on myself. After this, it’s all going to start up my charity. I’ll take a comparable wage to others in my same position, but I’ll be working for it. I expect this will be more than a full-time job for quite a while,but I’m ready for it. In two weeks, everything Dad owned will be liquidated.
What Riot said to me yesterday has been playing through my head on repeat. He said I’d better be ready for when he comes for me. That he could show up at any moment is exhilarating. In true Riot fashion, I’m sure it’ll be the moment I least expect him, hopefully soon.
“I’m going to go get ready for when the car comes,” I say to Rebel, who’s on her laptop, doing some work.
“Okay. I’ll just be here.”
In my bedroom, I get dressed and apply some mascara and blush. I’ve learned recently that men take me more seriously when I don’t have a full face on and wear my glasses, but I pack some contacts, eyeshadow, concealer, and bronzer to apply later. I’ve been so busy, I haven’t had a chance to meet up with my roommates since I reappeared in the land of the living.
They were at the funeral to show support, but I didn’t have time to catch them up, so we decided a girls’ night out was necessary. Rebel and her men aren’t happy with this decision, but they’ll have to deal because even though I wouldn’t call them close friends, we did live together for a long time.
I decide to wear a black body con dress that’ll be good for the club later and add a cream blazer to make it work appropriate. After choosing a pair of ballet flats, I move to my dresser to put on my jewelry. There’s a new necklace I haven’t seen before lying on top.
The gold chain is beautiful, but the pendant is a cheap glass vial with a metal loop attached to the cork so it can hang on the necklace. There’s something in the vial, a lock of dark hair maybe? Holding it up to the light, I nearly drop it when I realize that, yes, it’s hair, but it’s so much weirder than that because it’s definitely pubic hair.
Did he really give me a locket of his pubes? Sometimes that guy was so sweet; other times, he’s just so strange. What would make him think I’d want this?
But even as I think that, I’m slipping the necklace on, thankful it’s long enough for the vial to slip between my breasts. I add a couple more white gold necklaces to distract from that one. I’d never admit this to anyone, but I feel like I’m keeping a dirty little secret, and I like it.
Wait. If he cut off his to give to me. . . no, he wouldn’t. Would he? I dash into the bathroom and pull my dress up and my panties down. Oh, god. He did. He cut a patch of my pubes. How did I not wake up?
Grinning like an idiot and shaking my head, I right myself just as the doorbell rings. Time to start the day as a grown woman with pubes hanging from her neck. That’s not weird at all.
Shrugging out of my blazer, I ruffle my hair and apply a darker lipstick than what I had on earlier. After using a liquid liner to draw a wing and deepening my bronzer, I’m ready for the night.
It’s a short drive to the club where I agreed to meet my friends. Since it’s inside the Grand Sierra Resort, I leave my car with the valet. My three roommates, Penny, Renee, and Cass, are waiting for me outside the entrance. Their eyes widen when they see the two large men following close behind.
I introduce them to Paxon and Otto, telling them I’ll explain later. The girls cheer when we’re able to skip the line, thanks to the VIP table I bought for the night. I figured it was easier, security-wise, to ensure we have somewhere to commune.
