Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Fiora raised an eyebrow in question. “What about him? He’s not your daddy.”
I smiled at her words and her petulant tone. “No, he’s not my daddy, though he gives off those vibes for sure.”
“You two seem to have a… complicated relationship.”
I snorted. Complicated was an understatement. “If he finds out I did this… I think his head would explode.”
Fiora gave me a sympathetic smile. “Don’t let him get in your mind.”
Easier said than done.
I stared out at the ocean, weighing my options.
“I’ll do it,” I said firmly, shocking myself as the words easily escaped my lips. “Yeah… I’ll do it.”
Chapter 5
Locke
I needed to be closer to her. Normally, I could quench my thirst by watching from the woods, far enough to not risk being seen, but close enough that I could still see her.
But not tonight.
Tonight I needed to be outside her window… looking in.
The moon was nearly full and bright, casting an eerie glow over the forest. Creeping silently through the darkness, I could feel the cool breeze on my skin as I approached her window, my eyes locked on her silhouette.
I could see her figure through the window, painting as she often did every night. Wearing a white tank, splattered with colorful stains, she looked completely lost in her work. I watched as she dipped her brush into different colors, mixing them together effortlessly, creating a beautiful masterpiece.
I couldn’t help but watch her every move, my desire for her growing stronger with every passing moment as she occasionally sipped from a glass of red wine. As I watched her, I longed to be a part of her world. To be the subject of her paintings, to be the muse that inspired her art. I knew it was impossible, but the desire burned within me with an intensity I couldn’t ignore.
Normally when I watched, it was to make sure she was safe. Or at least that was what I told myself to help ease the guilt. I never wanted to admit that I secretly wanted her.
But fuck me… I did.
She didn’t have curtains. Why the fuck didn’t she have curtains? Anyone could look inside and see her.
I glanced down at my boots on the wet dirt beneath her window. There needed to be bushes or something to get in the way of someone being able to break their way inside. Bushes with thorns. Something that would slow down an intruder.
Why was there nothing outside this window to protect her?
My mind raced with the possibilities of what could happen to her. What if someone else saw her through the window? Would they have the same desire as I did? Would they be able to resist the temptation to break in and take her for themselves?
I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else watching her like I was. She was mine. My obsession, my addiction, my everything. And tonight, as I stared at her through the window, I realized just how fucked up I was over her.
Storee had become my life.
The only thing that mattered.
But I needed to stay away.
I would stay away.
I was only going to watch.
I took a step closer to the window, my heart pounding in my chest. She was so close, yet so far away. I could see the brushstrokes on the painting, the way her hand moved with such grace. It was mesmerizing.
For a moment, I forgot about the danger. I forgot about the fact that I was standing outside her window. All I could think about was her, and how badly I wanted her.
I knew that staying away was the right thing to do. But I couldn’t resist the temptation to watch her. To see the way she moved, the way her body swayed to the music that played softly in the background, the way her fingers moved gracefully over the canvas.
I could feel my body heating up as I watched her, my hands clenching into fists with the effort to resist the urge to touch her.
I needed to calm down. Breathe. Just watch.
But as she turned around and I could see the way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, my dick hardened.
I took a step closer, my breath shallow as I watched her swipe her hair behind her ear and tilt her head back to take another sip of wine.
I knew I was being reckless, but I couldn’t help myself. The sound of her singing softly in the darkness was too much temptation for me to ignore.
Fuck me, I couldn’t even tell you why.
There was no reason for me to break the promise I’d made to myself to stay away, no logical reason to give in to my needs, no excuse for what I was about to do.
Other than the fact that I wanted to.
Other than the fact that I needed to.
I moved silently across the yard until I reached her front door, knocking lightly.