Trigger tilted his head toward her. She turned his way. Their gazes locked. My heart paused for a few seconds, but then the exchange ended abruptly as Zola returned to staring into the crowd. Trigger looked like he wanted more of her attention. It was an intense stare. He waited for several long minutes for her to turn back. Everyone laughed and partied around him. Zola searched for me.
And Trigger watched her with an undeniable yearning.
I gritted my teeth.
And I’m watching you, motherfucker.
Trigger didn’t fit the standard type of stalker. He had enough power and money to bully and emotionally fuck with Zola in other ways. There would be no reason to sneak into her apartment and damage her stuff, getting her all worked up on a fake stalker.
But then, this could’ve been some chess-like ploy to show her that she didn’t have friends. To make her feel like she needed him. Get her scared, desperate, and back into that contract.
The thought had me on my feet, pressing through the sea of bodies around the stage and back to her. One woman tried to grab me by the arm to pull me to her, but I shook out of her grip and continued. When I finally made it back to Zola, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down to her and smelling the sweetness of her hair.
Why did you confess that to me, Zuzu? Why? Now, I can’t think of anything else.
Part of me yearned to see how much she wanted me too. Already, I could imagine smelling that sweet scent while I pounded my cock into her all night.
Her being next to Trigger aggravated me. I was just now allowing myself to realize that fact. A man like him shouldn’t have been so close. He was a fraud. He had no talent and had tried to bully her into a bullshit relationship. Had it been up to me, I would’ve put my foot dead in the deep crevices of his ass. But I wouldn’t ruin Zola’s career over my rising jealousy.
I inhaled her and stood up.
Trigger caught the movement. I could see it in his eyes that he knew how much I craved her. I glared at him, hoping he’d charge for me.
Give me an excuse, buddy.
Shit like this wasn’t good for my mind. Zola was so important, and her being next to Trigger was driving me crazy. I fisted my hands and tried to bite the anger down. Part of me wanted to knock him out of that chair. The other part yearned to smear my scent all over her—cover her in my cum. Make her smell of me so much that she could never wash it off her skin.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Sliding behind her, my body brushed up against hers, drawing her attention. Those dark, chocolate-brown eyes met mine, and a blush hit her cheeks.
Zola, how did I think I could be around you and keep it all business?
I gazed into her dark eyes, and something passed between us. She still held that sweet innocence about her. It made the animal inside me want to feast. That dark urge roared in my chest, all primal and wild. I yearned to hold her down and ruin her body. Fuck her right in front of everybody. To let everyone know she was mine.
She’d bewitched me.
In these years of security, reading body language had been a skill I’d learned. And Zola looked like she wanted more than a friendly hug from me later this evening. She licked her lips.
Be careful.
In that moment, all I could think of was sinking my cock deep into her soft, wet heat. Going slow, until she moaned. Until I was spent.
If not for CiCi coming up and tapping my arm, I might’ve been lost in her eyes forever.
“Who do you think it is?” CiCi asked.
“Who?” I asked.
“The stalker.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
Why are you asking? Is it you?
Trigger grabbed Zola’s attention and they had a hurried conversation. She appeared annoyed but had it all under control.
CiCi blew out a long breath. “It could be Trigger.”
I turned back to her. “Why?”
“Look at him.” She gestured at the rapper. “He definitely looks like he’s going crazy being without her.”
I continued to watch her. “Any other guy you can think of?”
“This whole thing has been scaring me. I’ve suspected everyone.”
“That’s the best way to look at it sometimes.” I smiled. “Who else could it be?”
“Alexander is weird about Zola. He’s always telling me to give her space. Doesn’t want me or anyone else around her.”
I checked the stylist. Apparently, he was the head of her styling team. He hired and fired the people that kept Zola beautiful, and he served as assistant manager to her when York couldn’t come through.
CiCi continued, “Rico was weird about her too. I saw his phone once. He had tons of pictures of her, and I could tell she didn’t know he was taking them.”