Chapter 1
I had been following her for 8 months now. I say follow but what I really should confess is, I've been stalking her. She came into my line of sight and since then my obsession has only grown. I'm not one to care much for anything but I find myself getting deeper and deeper as the days drag on.
Because that is what's happening, that's how it feels, the days just drag on the longer I'm without her. The thing is she doesn't even know me. We've not bumped into each other, she's never seen me before and I've kept it that way for a reason.
I haven't quite figured out how to have her become apart of my life, my world.
Part of me doesn't want too, it's not fair. My world isn't one of a normal man. Im not sure ever been normal.
I remember the day i first saw her...
(Flashback)
It was a crappy, rainy day. The rain pelting down making it almost impossible to see through the windsheild. I was on my way to a job and was on time, considering the weather.
I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel I was going to be staying at just while on job. And thats when I saw her, she was sitting on a crate outside the hotel side door. Head in her hands, crying.
She raised her head and wiped her tears, I was able to see her beautiful, angelic face. Covered in red blotches from crying and a little mascara, that she certainly doesn't need, is running slightly.
My first thought was who the fuck has made this angel cry? And where are they so i can fucking kill them?
My feet ached to move towards her but I knew I couldn't. I was here to do a job. I did notice she was wearing what looked like a work uniform, for the hotel. So she worked here. Good start.
I walked inside and checked in, grabbing my key and heading to the elevator.
I reached my room and placed everything out on the bed. My suitcase that had my clothes and my work briefcase that held my custom Nighthawk GRP with a silencer, a few knives and other weapons I may need.
I need a quick shower and as I'm in there I find my mind returning back to that girl I saw earlier. She was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen. I had seen my fair share and slept with my fair share of beautiful woman. But this one, she was exquisite!
I bring my hand to my already hard cock and start to pump. Up down, up down. Thinking of how her face will blush when my tongue dives between her folds and brings her to the best high she's ever had.
Before I know it I've shot my load all over the tiles like some fucking teenager. This is what she's reduced me too.
I step out, dry myself off and get changed.
I'm ready to head out and acquire my target when i smell a sweet smell outside my door. It's a pretty perfume. I look behind me in the hall and see the girl pushing a cart. My God that Smell is her, isn't it? Jesus, christ she smells good enough to eat.
I can't loose focus, I have a job to do.
Craig Norman was a husband and father of two, a respectable man of his community who regularly donated to charities and schools. Too bad that was full of shit, i mean yeah he was a husband and father, yes he did do those things but he wasn't a great man. He was a peice of shit.
His kids hated him, as did his scorned wife who he regularly cheated on. He only donated to the charities and schools for clout.
His wife wanted him dead, he had beaten her and the kids for 15 years and she had had enough.
That's where I came in. He's leaving his current side peices house and I'm there waiting for him.
He shuts the front door behind him and walks to his car, not paying attention, big mistake. I'm laying in wait in the back of his car.
He opens the door and sits inside, the car rocking from his fat ass. As soon as he closes the door I make my moove.
I bring the rope around his throat and yank it backwards. He instantly starts to choke and panic waving his arms behind him. I move out of the way and hold even tighter.
Within a few minutes he has stopped breathing. I chose to leave him here in front of the mistresses house. A form of karma just say.
I head back to my hotel and enter my room. I change immediately and lay in bed.
My dreams are filled of her, that little crying angel.
After that night I checked out but not before secretly getting her information from hacking into their system.
Hayley, Davis. That's her name, and it's beautiful. She's twenty years old and for a split second I worry I'm too old for her. But then my mind tells me it won't matter, she's mine.
I've got her address as well so that's when i started to stalk her. I have a couple houses all over the globe but I never have to be in one place unless I take on a job.
So I decided to buy the only house that was available to buy on her street and it so happens it's directly across the street.
I have seen her in her most private moments, and she has no idea. There's a slight guilt, a slight self disgust but the obsession has taken off now, there's no stopping it.
Ive already been inside her house, again she has no clue. Ive even stepped it up a notch and stolen a pair of her underwear from her draws. She didnt seem to have a matching bra so the chances of her noticing were probably slim. I hope.
I know, im sick. But i just dont care enough to stop. Stopping means i dont get to see her. Stopping means no her.
She will be with me soon though, we're meant to be together, her and i. She just doesnt know it yet, she belongs to me.
