Chapter 1
VANESSA
I take another large gulp of my latte and tell myself once more that
I’m not a crazy person. It’s the mantra I’ve adopted over the last couple of weeks, but it’s getting harder and harder to believe. Maybe it’s because I’m hiding in a bush. Yeah, that must be it.
Finishing off my latte, I stuff the empty cup in the small plastic bag I use for my trash, because of course I have one of those like every good stalker should, and put my focus back on my mission. The sound of an engine has me grabbing the binoculars I have hanging around my neck. Zooming in, I spot Dylan’s black sports car, and my heart races when I catch a glimpse of his gorgeous face. I refuse to let the brunette in his passenger seat affect my mood.
She’d driven to his house earlier so they could leave together in his car, and I hoped she’d be walking her ass straight back to her car and leaving. Dylan steps out of his car, and I let out a quiet sigh at the sight of him. He’s wearing jeans and a dark gray sweater that hugs his muscles beautifully. His dark blonde hair makes me wish I could run my fingers through it. He’s too far away for me to see the green of his eyes, but I can imagine them easily enough.
The brunette sits in the car like a fucking queen, waiting for him to open the door for her. I roll my eyes when she totters out on heels that look impossible to walk in and a dress that I feel is way too short for her to be wearing around my man.
Okay, well he may not officially be my man yet, but in my mind he always has been. He just doesn’t know it yet. So what if he’s my dad’s best friend and more than twice my age? Those are minor issues that we can easily overcome. What I won’t be able to overcome is if he invites this tramp into his house.
They’re close enough to where I can hear them talking, and I say a silent prayer to the stalker gods for keeping the moon hidden so I can remain undetected under an extra layer of darkness.
“I had a really great time tonight,” Brunette says in what I think is a very nasally voice.
“Yeah, it was nice,” Dylan says, and I give a small smile when he makes no effort to step closer to her.
She doesn’t take the hint. Reaching for his arm, she gives a small laugh and says, “I can come in if you want me to.”
I can’t breathe as I wait for Dylan to answer. Please say no, please say no, please say no repeats in my mind, and I finally exhale when he says, “No, that’s okay. I think we should just say goodbye out here.”
I’m grinning like an idiot when she puts her hands on her hips and glares at him. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. I mean, I had a nice time, but I just don’t see this going anywhere.”
“So you don’t want me to come in?”
Man, this lady can’t take a hint. Watching the two of them makes me wish I’d brought some popcorn.
“No, I don’t,” Dylan says in that sexy deep voice of his.
Brunette gives an unladylike snort and turns on her heels, marching her ass to her car. I almost start clapping but catch myself just in time. Dylan watches her drive off and then gives a heavy sigh before walking to his front door. I wish I could run to him and give him a hug. I wish I could do a lot more than that, but I don’t want to have to explain why I’m camped out in his bushes.
I watch him go inside before taking out my notebook. Okay, so that’s three dates this month, all of them ending with him telling the women to get lost. He’s got to be getting sexually frustrated by now, but he’s not fucking any of them. I’m glad he’s not, but I wish I knew what he was thinking.
After waiting several minutes, I quickly gather my things and poke my head out of the bush I’m in. When I’m satisfied there’s no one around, I scurry out and dust myself off. I dart around to the back of his house and position myself under a tree. His curtains are all open since the back of his house just faces woods, and I smile when I see him leaning against the counter, drinking a glass of water.
I tell myself to keep my hand out of my pants, to behave this time, but it’s like it has a mind of its own, and I soon find myself sliding a finger inside my very wet pussy. I know what I’m doing is wrong. It’s a huge invasion of privacy, and I have every intention of apologizing profusely for this later, but right now I need to cum. I’m sure he’ll understand.
Angling myself so I’m mostly hidden behind the tree, I lean against it, letting the bark dig into my shoulder and the side of my face as I peer around to see him. God, he looks so damn gorgeous. I want to grab onto those broad shoulders and never let go. My lips ache to kiss him, to feel his tongue in my mouth as he grabs onto me and fucks me hard. I imagine everything I want him to do, and it’s all imagination here since I’ve never even been kissed in real life. That doesn’t stop my vivid imagination, though.