Page 27 of The Invite
I followed her today once she left her place. Clueless to the people eyeing her at the mall, men and women alike, completely unaware of her own beauty.
Even as she politely smiled at others, the hint of desolation in her gaze couldn’t be missed. She was roaming like a woman who wasn’t dancing through life but just surviving. Detached. Hopeless. Sorrowful.
Did it dissuade me from going after her?
No.
The ice around my heart is permanent, she can’t melt it.
Though I won’t lie that it didn’t burn when she smacked right into Ace and didn’t jerk away from his touch like she did with me. It was the kind of heat that was foreign to me.
I watched them have their little date, stared and scorched inside when he laid his palm on hers. As if she could feel my wrath, she just as quickly leaned back.
She’s mistaken to think he’s her savior, especially afterward when they went to the woods together to help get her lost suitcase back.
Too bad she’ll never find her phone, which sits in my pocket. A souvenir from our encounter. A smile tugs at my lips at the things I found on it.
My sweet little teach isn’t so innocent after all.
The knob twists as she opens the door, crosses the threshold, and shuts it before hanging the key on the hook. Without switching on the light, she hauls her suitcase behind her down the short hallway.
I stay put, blending into the shadows in the living room with two entries.
You should be more alert, little prey.
From the second open doorway, I can make out the staircase leading to the first floor and the kitchen corner. I gave myself a tour of her house, which was scarce and barely decorated with a single personal item. I know now that it was because she didn’t have her belongings.
Instead of climbing to the room above, she leaves the suitcase in the hallway and enters the kitchen. I inch closer, still hidden, and see her grab an empty glass from the cupboard and fill it with tap water before drinking it.
Her glossy hair is loose and falling to the middle of her back in waves. She’s a petite little thing against my six-foot-four frame. The curve of her small tits beneath her tight tee lures me to ambush her but I hold myself back, reminding myself that waiting will make her all the more sweeter.
Her throat works as she swallows slowly.
The sight brings with it an image of her swallowing my cock. Struggling and choking. I’ll bury myself so deep, and stay there until she passes out.
I back away when she sets the half-empty glass down and struts in my direction. Picking up the suitcase, she climbs the stairs and disappears into the room.
You won’t be so relaxed ever again, pet.
Walking into the kitchen, I lift the glass she was drinking from. It’s still warm where her fingers gripped it. A tempting smudge of her gloss on the edge. Bringing it to my lips, I drink from the same spot and finish the rest of the water before putting it in the sink, which she didn’t.
Then I follow her upstairs.
CHAPTER – 9
Augustus
She and I both seem to have an addiction to the dark.
Because even in the upstairs hallway, pitch blackness greets me.
I’m sure her habits will soon change.
However, I can hear her tinkering around in her room, guiding me toward her. I’m quiet on my feet. People always put their guard down in their homes, forgetting it’s not Fort Knox that can’t be raided.
A mirror at the end of the hall gives me an unobstructed view of her bedroom. The lights are on and spilling into the hall. Her back is turned to me as she unpacks her things. Dirt is caked on the wheels and it looks slightly damaged. She doesn’t seem to mind because her full attention is on the clothes she’s carefully pulling out.
Little Miss Nessa doesn’t come off as the type of girl overly attached to her wardrobe. Like every other teenage girl these days.
