Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Ignoring her existence, I continue. Once I reach the third floor, I focus my attention on the doors, zoning in on the oh-so-helpful name cards attached to each door. Their dorm room number was in the information that Lee provided me, but the door tags make it way more engaging.
Perfect. Jackie and Maybel are in the third one down. It’s nice to have a name attached to the person who is going to become an accomplice to my bad behavior. I lift my fist and knock softly, then pull my hand back to wait, my heart slowly inching up my throat with every passing second.
It's not nerves; it's adrenaline. I can't wait to see how my little wallflower’s skin pinkens under my teeth and the sounds she makes as I fuck her into the ground.
A moment later, the door flies open, and the same buxom blonde from outside the library appears. Her eyes light up with recognition. "Oh, it's you."
I give her a smile as fake as her tits. "It is me. May I come in for a second? I just want to make sure you have all the information for tomorrow night. As you know, this event is highly selective."
She opens the door the rest of the way, and I spot the half-empty bottle of wine on her kitchen table. I peek inside, surveying the space like a high-end thief who plans to break into the place later. There are three doors that break off from a large open room—one closed, one open to a mess, and the other open to a bathroom. A small kitchen sits at the left of the door, an old scarred table in the middle of the space.
"Is your roommate here? I wanted to talk to her, too," I ask casually, trying not to appear overly interested.
She waves at the closed door. "Oh no, she had to go help her mom. She's sick right now. Pretty sure it’s cancer or something. She refuses to give me any details. Her mom is all she has.”
I nod, making sympathetic noises at the appropriate places while also filing said information away in my brain. "Oh, of course.”
I pull out a black envelope and hand it to her. “You'll need this to get through the gate. Do you mind if I put this in her room? Each one is personalized, so..."
It’s a lie, but she doesn't need to know that. I had Sebastian make this one special for me when I found the woman I planned to hunt.
Buying my act, she doesn't hesitate and waves at the door. "Yeah, go ahead. She’s super excited about the event.”
I nod, considering her tone, and head toward the door. "You don't have to wait for me. I'll let myself out when I'm done."
Is Maybel really excited about it, or not? Jackie’s tone makes me believe otherwise. Her eyes skim down the length of my body, and I swear I see an inkling of suspicion bloom in her gaze, but as soon as it appears, it’s gone. Instead of questioning, she nods, grabs her wine, and heads into her room. Perfect.
Taking the doorknob into my hand, I twist it and push it open. I step inside and am greeted with a unique, sweet scent. Sugary sweet. One I hadn’t caught over the musty scent in the library. My eyes dart around the room, absorbing every little detail.
It’s perfect, each item in its place. I grab the back of her black office chair and take a seat. It squeaks beneath my weight, and I push toward her desk. There’s a bag sitting on top, and it only takes a second to fish out her laptop, open it, and pull the tiny flash drive I brought with me out of my pocket. I plug it into the machine and then text Lee. It takes him seconds to get back to me, so his little date must be gone.
I’m in. She's all yours.
His text comes back.
I wait for the software to load onto my phone, then watch as the view from her computer camera mirrors my phone screen. She won’t be able to hide a single thing from me. "All mine," I say to myself. "I can't wait until she figures it out.”
Once I finish, I put the computer away and leave the black envelope on her desk, a red ribbon wound tightly around the matte paper. I give her room one more glance and leave before I give in to the urge to stay and inspect every inch between these four walls. No, we're going to do things the proper way, and the first step is always…
The Hunt
CHAPTER 4
BEL
It seems the only person not willing to admit my mother is sick is the woman herself. I spent the night and most of the day there, helping her around the house and trying to convince her to see a doctor.