Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
After quickly locking up my apartment, I take myself back to my couch and curl up with my comforter, but curiosity gets the best of me, and I bring up the security feed on my phone. I start searching through all the settings, trying to figure out how the hell this guy could have hacked into the system in the first place, but to be honest, when it comes to shit like coding and hacking, I’m out. That shit flies right over my head.
As I go through everything, I look back over the old footage and find what appears to be a small hidden folder for old data. My brows furrow as I open it. My gaze sails over the files, and they look just like the rest in the main folder, only there’s something different about these, and as I open one and look at the file details, I realize they’re all deleted files that have been restored when Spider and Fuse rebooted the system.
My heart starts to race as I look at the footage from last night, and just like the beginning of the footage I watched with Spider, I’m seen standing at my bedroom window, peering out into the street, only this time, I see the moment my back stiffens and I pull the blindfold over my face. As I look over to a different camera view, I watch as the living room window slides open.
My heart races.
This is it.
A man appears in my apartment, and due to the lack of lighting, it’s almost impossible to make out any of his features, but I can see just how tall and broad he is, and my heart stops for just a moment, a wicked thrill pulsing through me. There’s something about a tall, broad man that I like.
Shit. I shouldn’t be searching for reasons to like this guy more than I already do. I should be repulsed, yet watching the way he silently makes his way through my apartment has my pussy throbbing for more.
He moves with ease, with a confidence that reminds me of Alex. Alex is confident like that, taking each step with purpose, knowing exactly what he wants. It’s one of the things I love about him.
My stalker moves into my bedroom, and I watch as he pauses, taking a moment to look me over, and I remember what it felt like in that moment, feeling his appraisal, and now seeing it like this makes it that much better. He moves toward me, and over the next hour, I watch as he makes his demands and how I succumb to his every need.
I watch as I take his thick cock in my mouth, and I watch as my whole body shudders as I do. He looks like a fucking god as he comes down my throat, but when he pulls me back to my feet and takes my ass, I’ve never been so engrossed in my life.
Is it odd to be turned on by my own sex tape?
When he finishes, he turns around, and for a fleeting moment, he lifts his gaze right to the camera, but then he’s gone, disappearing from my room like a ghost in the night. Something pulls at my chest, just like it did when I heard him utter those words ready to play.
Rewinding back until he glances up into the camera, I pause the footage and take a screenshot. It’s too dark to make out his features, but I wonder if I were to adjust the color settings of the image if I might be able to make out a face.
Unable to help myself, I open up my image gallery and select the screenshot before hitting the little edit button. I start playing, adjusting the contrast, brightness, and trying to minimize the shadows, and with each new adjustment, the image becomes just a little clearer.
Adjusting the brightness once again, I finally see him, and my heart tears right down the center. My phone drops into my lap, horror blasting through my chest as I struggle to suck in a deep breath.
How could he do this? He lied to me.
I shake my head, not wanting to believe what’s right in front of my face. I asked him point blank, and he said no, but the proof is right here.
God, he really made a fool out of me. I stare down at the proof in the palm of my hand, the devastatingly beautiful face of the man I’m falling in love with—Alex Fucking Reid.
35
REID
Standing out on the fire escape, I pull the cloned phone out of my pocket and open up the security feed of Kyah’s apartment, only she’s nowhere to be seen. It’s late, creeping close to midnight, and while most nights she’s usually in bed by now, it’s not unusual for her to stay late at work or crash in the living room while binge-watching some ridiculous show.