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Problem is, I’m too far gone. I’m so hard I’d probably bruise her from the inside if I fucked her right now.
The wordsoonis a neon sign flashing before my eyes.
Soonandfocus.
“Mister?”
“Second floor, last door to the left.” I look at him while forming a plan inside my head.
“Sure.”
He walks off.
I keep plotting.
I might not be able to take her right now.
Doesn’t mean I can’t start controlling her life from a distance.
Until I have her, I can pick the lock to her place. Install cameras and keep an eye on her.
Birth control, if she’s on any, I can tamper with that.
She shouldn’t shield her body from destiny. She needs to be ready to carry our children the moment I claim her.
Oh, and if another man comes sniffing around her? If there’s a boyfriend somewhere?
There are ways to handle them.
Nothing will come between us.
That’s a fucking fact.
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ANDERSON
Sixteen years ago, in order to kill my first victim, I learned how to pick a lock online.
This week, right after I moved into my brownstone, I picked up a new skill—installing cameras in the home of the woman I can’t stop thinking about.
Once I had the basics down, I waited for her to leave for her morning jog. Since then, I’ve been here, making sure every angle is covered. Living room. Bedroom. Bathroom. Even the basement where she does her laundry.
The cameras work perfectly. Every single one, including the one I planted on my terrace with a view of hers.
The feed streams in crystal clear on my encrypted phone.
And though having eyes on her twenty-four-seven won’t loosen the knot in my gut from being apart, it’ll help.
God, it’s been agony, this entire week of not being able to see what she’s doing at any given moment.
Because surgery keeps my hands busy. But Harper keeps my mind full.
Harper Arlington. What a beautiful name. Another detail I’ve learned from my online research.
I need her.
Nothing can explain this. This need at first sight that started the moment I saw her.
