Loebs' Fall (Happily Ever Stalker)

My break came in month three, when one of his past field agents remembered the one time he slipped up and brought his wife to a fellow agent’s promotion party. He remembered his wife’s name was Kelly. That doesn’t seem like much information I know, but it turned out to be just enough. Searching through marriage records, I finally found him. Took me like a week. The marriage license showed me his wife’s maiden name, and that is when I discovered where he was. See, it is not uncommon for government agents to use their spouse’s maiden names to hide in plain sight, which is why not very many people disclose they are married in the first place.

That was over a month ago. Thirty days ago I parked my Hummer down the street, after riding past his house multiple times, taking photos and videos. I sat in it, pulled out my notebook and prepared to take notes for the next week while I learned his routine and planned my attack. Planning is everything. We couldn’t plan for the betrayal and look at what happened. So imagine how my planning went to shit when out of his front door walked Her. Simon’s daughter. None of us knew he had a kid, which is typical for the C.I.A.

She is a raven-haired goddess, with the body of a plush toy. The light bounces off her hair, shrouded in light and purity. Her skin, even from my binoculars, looked like honeyed milk. She walked with her head down, so I couldn’t see her eyes, but I knew they would be just as mesmerizing. I watched and followed as she drove to this very Starbucks; we are sitting across from. I leered as she walked down the sidewalk, her tits bouncing with each movement, forcing a growl from me as men walked past her and took a second look. They stared and lusted after her ass that would fill like a pillow, sitting on my lap as I bounced her on and off my cock, hitting everything inside of her so she would feel me days later. My mouth watered as her hair flew with the wind, aching to smell her, knowing she would be sweet and spicy. Everything went to shit after that. My carefully laid plans were no more. I have spent every waking moment trying to get close to her. I’m so fucked.

I have found myself in the last month, in her room when she wasn’t home, looking through her drawers, hacking into her computer to check her emails, her contacts and her photos. Fucked up I know, but that is not the worst of it. I am the real son of a bitch who steals her dirty panties so I jizz all over them, while standing in her room, shouting her name. Sick I know, but something about her is turning me into this person who is not well and I know she is the only cure.

“LT is right. You are gone.” he snickers before sipping his black coffee.

“Fuck all of you,” I grumble, my eyes still looking inside the store.

“Seriously, Maverick, If you can’t go through with it because of her, we understand. One of us can take it from here.” my head whips around and lands on him.

“No one but me gets anywhere near her. I am always loyal to my team, but for her…” he throws his hands up and stands.

“No one is trying to poach your shit, Mav. But we all want Michaels to pay for what he did and you don’t seem to be as interested anymore. So, I am telling you to get your head in the game, or make room for someone else.” he throws his tip on the table and walks away. As pissed as I am by his parting words, I know he is right. The problem is…I have to possess her first.

Chapter Two

Nova

Have you ever walked around with your head held so stiff, your neck threatened to lock in that position? Well, I have. For the past month I have felt like I was being watched. No. watched is too tame a word. Stalked. That is the right word. I feel eyes on me, every second of every day, but whenever I turn to look, no one is there. I thought I was going crazy at first; you know. I mean, to be honest, I probably should be feeling like I live in a fishbowl considering the reputation my father has built in this city for business. Everyone knows him. Therefore, everyone knows me. But that is not it. No. It’s something more…intense…more…dark. For about a week I tried talking myself out of it, convincing myself I was making it up, but then things started disappearing or being moved around and I knew I wasn't imagining it.