Stalk Her

This is what you wanted, why you left the basket full. You like to be desired and damn, Alice, they smell fucking divine.

Like you were soaked with arousal before slipping them off and touching your sopping wet pussy.

Do you like fingers inside or just rubbing over your clit? One day you will show me.

I will watch your pussy contract and release your nectar, lapping at every fucking drop.

I’m so fucking turned on by you.

My cock roars for release.

Unzipping my jeans, I pull my cock free and wrap the cotton panties around the girth.

We’re fucking touching almost, Alice.

Your essence is mixing with mine.

It doesn’t take long for the ribbon of come to squirt from me, coating my hands, her panties, and all over the clothes laying in the laundry basket.

I wish you didn’t have to wash them, so you could wear my scent on you…One day Alice…One-day real soon you will.

Maggie is asleep in the guest room when I return to Ebony’s house.

My sister is in bed, her TV on in the background since like me, she hates silence.

I go to the fridge and sigh.

It’s empty and I’m starving.

I debate over ordering something in but it’s nearing midnight.

Flicking the TV on, I collapse onto the couch that still needs to be replaced.

A job for another day.

Maybe I can get Maggie to pick one out.

She loves spending my money.

Closing my eyes, I conjure up a thought of Alice.

It’s time. It’s time to meet.

Screams wake me, ear splitting and terrified.

I dart up into pitch black and I’m plunged back in time to my childhood.

My mother screaming at me, drunk off her face, her tight grip clutching my wrist as she drags me through the house.

“Please Mama, don’t put me in there.

I’ll be good, I promise.”

But no pleading ever got me off.

The cupboard under the stairs was my hell, and I’m transported there now.

No way out, darkness all around, closing in, consuming me at will.

My own cries my only company.

No… there’s something else.

I jar from the hold my past has on me and search the floor for my cell phone.

Locating it, I quickly flick the flashlight app on and open my playlist to keep me tethered to the present.

Sweat coats my entire body and my chest moves rapidly with ragged breaths.

It’s Ebony’s screams I can hear, tormenting and soothing me all at once.

“What is it?” I hear Maggie calling out, her voice rough from sleep.

Ignoring her, I take the stairs two at a time and bust into my sister’s room.

I seek her out with the flashlight and find her huddled in a corner.

“Everything went out,” she sobs like a little girl waking from a night terror.

“It’s ok, it’s just a power outage,” I assure her. Grasping for her, I take her in my arms.

Moving to the bed, I lay us both down and hold her while my phone sings to us.

“Erik?” Maggie questions.

I didn’t even realize she’d followed me in here.

She’s standing at the end of the bed in one of my shirts, glowering at me as I hold Ebony.

“What’s going on?”

“Get out,” I bark and she startles, hurrying out of the room.

She’s gone when we wake up the next morning.

Twenty

Chapter

ALICE

All I can think about is Mr. Ross.

He’s in my dreams, in my waking musings and in every thought.

It’s hard to even explain to myself, but as soon as I saw his picture it felt like I knew him already.

Or I’m supposed to.

I’m more sure of that than anything else.

I haven’t replied to Ebony for days.

Instead I’m waiting her out, hoping she will soon be back to work where I can then go meet her, become her friend.

Insert myself into her life to get to him.

Coming into the kitchen my feet halt when I’m met by an older woman walking from my mother’s room.

“I got her a caretaker,” Asher announces from behind me, making me jump out my skin.

“Stalk much?” I snap.

“You wish.”

He looks tired, the toll of everything etched into light crinkles in the corner of his eyes.

“Can we afford her?” I whisper, but she hears me and raises a brow.

“Yes,” he says to us both as she continues filling a bowl with water at the sink.

“How?” I ask in a hushed tone, taking the seat next to him.

“I’m picking up some extra shifts at the garage, and it looks like the house will either need to go on the market or be remortgaged.”

This house is mine.

When mother croaks the money from this house will pay for me to get the fuck out of here.

Paris awaits.

I’ll forgo college or damn, go to college over there.

Asher seems to sense my stiff form because he narrows his glare on me.

“Your mother needs to be taken care of, Alice.”

What the hell ever.

“Have you been in my room?” I snap.

“What? No, why?” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, like I irritate him.