6
Lark
I wake up with a start, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow in my room. As I rub the sleep from my eyes, I reach for my phone on my nightstand. When I pick it up my fingers graze something soft. Frowning, I pick it up. A fucking feather my stalker.
Since he left the box on the bed, Im not caught off-guard by him knowing where I live. But how did he get into my apartment? The question nags at me, but no matter how hard I try, I cant seem to come up with an answer. Was the door unlocked? Needing answers, I get out of bed and march over to the door. Its locked. So does he have a key?
Before I can give it more thought, my phone vibrates in my hand. Its my alarm. After I switch it off, I notice the little envelope icon telling me I have an unread text.
Unknown: You look so pretty when you come on my tongue.
What? No my hand flies to my mouth as a startled sound leaves me, and I sag against the door. That cant be true. That would mean and he would have I fuck. Just fuck. This is I have no words.
I close my eyes and work on regulating my breathing before I work myself into a panic attack. Lowering myself to the floor, I draw my knees up and wrap my arms around my legs. Then I begin to rock back and forth.
Was I drugged? The thought sends a chill down my spine, but I quickly dismiss that idea since I dont feel like Ive been drugged.
I dont know what to think or what to feel. Obviously, I feel violated from knowing hes been here while I was at my most vulnerable. At the same time, Im fuck me, Im intrigued by his obsession with me. Its
Damn, the more I think about it I realize Im sort of flattered. Huh, thats beyond messed up. I shouldnt find it flattering that someone broke into my apartment while I was sleeping, yet I do.
Youll not break me, I mumble to myself. Its unsure and wavering at first, but by the time Im standing in the shower, the words come out stronger. Youll not break me.
Its only my second day at Infinity Solutions, and I dont want to be late. So I hurry up with my shower. My breath hitches as my hand slides between my legs, washing me. My pussy is sensitive, and then it comes back to me.
The memories of the dream that clearly wasnt a dream come to me. My thoughts are so vivid I even remember what his tongue felt like against my heated, swollen flesh. So, yeah my stalker ate me out while I was asleep.
Instead of being scared, I feel disappointed I wasnt awake. Though Im not a virgin, Ive never had an orgasm with someone else before. And knowing I missed it makes me feel like I missed out.
Its official, Im a mess. The way Im reacting isnt normal. Its at that moment I realize Im not scared of him anymore. He saved my life when he didnt have to, and thats hard to forget.
Im the one doing the hurt. His words echo in my head. With the way he moved when he killed my attacker Im convinced the words are true, but who is he hurting? So far, I have to admit it isnt me.
After drying myself off, I quickly get dressed in some of the new clothes Claire picked out yesterday. Its a simple dress, dark-red and sleeveless. I pair it with a pair of black boots and a button-up cardigan.
I still cant believe all of this is mine. But when I checked with HR, they confirmed there was a clothing allowance in my contract. I didnt tell the woman in HR that the shop Claire took me to cant exactly be described as a necessity. Everything was so expensive it didnt have price tags. But I shouldnt complain, not when I have a brand new wardrobe complete with everything from shoes to underwear.
Having seen the other people in the office, I cant deny the truth of Ethans words. Theyre all impeccably dressed, making anything I already owned unacceptable.
While I braid my hair and apply my makeup, I spot the gold necklace on my dresser. A smile makes my lips turn upwards as I reach for it. Its delicate and beautiful. Its simple, yet very detailed. My stalkers promise that I would never be alone comes to mind. I dont know why it makes me feel cherished, but it does.
This is for you, I say. I dont know if he can hear me or see me as I put the necklace on.
As I make my way to work, I run into Mr. Thompson, who also manages this building, in the lobby. Seizing the opportunity, I decide to ask him about the security of the building.
Hey, Mr. Thompson, I greet him, trying to sound casual despite the unease gnawing at me.
Morning, Lark, he replies with a friendly smile. Off to work?
Yeah, I nod, trying to keep my tone light. Hey, Ive been meaning to ask you something. Is it possible for anyone other than the tenants to access the building?
Mr. Thompson furrows his brow, a look of confusion crossing his face. No, not at all, he answers firmly. Only tenants have access to the building. Why do you ask?
I hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. But then I decide to take the plunge. Well, this morning I found something in my apartment that shouldnt have been there, I explain, trying to keep my voice steady. And Im pretty sure someone was in there while I was asleep.
Mr. Thompsons expression shifts from confusion to amusement, and he lets out a hearty laugh. Oh, Lark, you must be imagining things, he says, his tone patronizing. I assure you, the building is completely secure. Theres no way anyone could have gotten in without your knowledge.
I bite my lip, feeling a surge of frustration and disbelief. But its quickly replaced with something else; suspicion. Its not normal to act the way he does if a tenant report a break-in, is it? No, there has to be another reason for his weird reaction.
Arguing with him wont get me anywhere, so I force a smile and nod, pretending to accept his explanation. Right, of course, I reply, my voice tinged with resignation. Sorry for the bother, Mr. Thompson. Have a good day.
With that, I turn and continue on my way, my mind still reeling from the encounter. Despite Mr. Thompsons reassurances, I cant shake the feeling that something is very, very wrong with the way he was so quick to dismiss it.
When I arrive in the office, Claire is about to head into a meeting with Ethan and some other executives. She leaves me at my desk with some busy work to keep me occupied. However, it doesnt take me long to complete the tasks she assigned me, leaving me with some free time on my hands.
Glancing around to make sure no one is watching, I quickly minimize my work-related tabs and open up my web browser. I type in the address for the citys property records database, my fingers tapping anxiously against the keyboard as I wait for the page to load.
Once the database is up and running, I search for the address of the building where I live. It doesnt take long for the results to appear on the screen, and I quickly scan through the information, searching for the name of the buildings owner.
The name listed is a company called Infinity Properties. The companys logo, an infinity symbol, catches my eye. I have never heard about Infinity Properties before, but Ive seen that logo. Its the same one painted on the side of the building Im sitting in, and on the letterhead of all emails, letters everywhere you place a logo. Not to mention the office Im sitting in is owned by Infinity Solutions.
What the actual fuck?
With my curiosity peaked, I dig deeper, searching for any information linking Infinity Solutions to Infinity Properties. After a lot of digging, I finally come across a mention of Infinity Solutions as a sister company to Infinity Properties.
My mind races with questions. What does this mean? It cant be a coincidence that I live in a building owned by the company whos connected to the one that headhunted me for no good reason.
Before I can dwell too much on these unsettling thoughts, I hear Claire and Ethans voices growing louder as they approach my desk. Quickly, I close the browser window and return to my work-related tasks, trying to push aside the nagging sense of unease that lingers in the back of my mind. But one thing is for certain I need to tread carefully. Theres more to this than meets the eye, and I wont rest until I uncover the truth.
As Claire walks past, she gives me a curious glance. Everything okay, Lark?
Yeah, just wrapping up some work, I reply, forcing a smile.
She nods, but her expression tells me shes not entirely convinced. Well, let me know if you need anything.
Will do, thanks. With that, she disappears into Ethans office, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more.
Feeling a surge of determination, I reach for my cell phone and dial the number for Infinity Properties. As the phone rings, I cant help but steal a glance towards Ethans office. To my surprise, the frosted glass that usually obscures his view is deactivated, and I catch him smirking in my direction.
Ignoring the unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach, I focus my attention back on the call. After a few rings, someone picks up on the other end.
Infinity Properties, how may I help you? a voice chirps cheerfully.
Hi, yes, Im a tenant at one of your properties and I had some questions about the building, I say, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in my chest.
Certainly, maam. What would you like to know?
I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. I was wondering if you could tell me about the security measures in place at the building. Specifically, who has access to the premises?
Theres a pause on the other end of the line, and I can hear the clicking of keys as the person on the other end types away. Well, maam, as a tenant, you have access to the building using your key fob. And of course, maintenance staff and building management have access as well.
My heart sinks at the response. So, only tenants and authorized personnel can enter the building?
Thats correct.
I bite my lip, trying to conceal my growing frustration. But what if someone unauthorized were to gain access to the building? Is there any way to track that?
Unfortunately, maam, we dont have the capability to track unauthorized access. However, we take security very seriously, and if you have any concerns, I would encourage you to report them to building management.
Right, thank you, I mumble, feeling deflated.
As I hang up the phone, I cant shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing towards Ethans office once more, I find him still smirking in my direction. The sight sends a shiver down my spine, and I quickly avert my gaze, my mind swirling with unanswered questions.
My heart skips a beat as a message pops up on my screen from Ethan. Its unexpected, to say the least. I read the words, feeling a surge of unease prickling at the back of my neck.
Ethan Drake: Are you having fun playing detective?
I glance towards Ethans office, but hes not looking in my direction anymore. Instead, he seems engrossed in whatever hes doing on his computer. My fingers hover over the keyboard, unsure of how to respond. Should I acknowledge his message or ignore it altogether?
After a moment of deliberation, I decide to type out a response.
Lark Carter: Just trying to get some answers.
As I hit send, I cant help but wonder what hes thinking and why hes suddenly taking an interest in my investigative efforts.
Another message appears almost immediately.
Ethan Drake: What answers are you looking for?
Ethans question is simple, but it feels loaded with underlying implications.
I hesitate before typing my response, unsure of how much I should reveal.
Lark Carter: Just some information about the building and its ownership.
Ethan Drake: Maybe youre not asking the right questions.
I stare at the latest message, unsure what to make of it.
Lark Carter: Maybe.
Another message.
Ethan Drake: Or maybe youre asking the wrong people. I doubt Infinity Properties can help you.
I furrow my brows, feeling a surge of frustration. Is he trying to intimidate me? Or is he just messing with me for his own amusement? Either way, I cant let him distract me from my task.
Ignoring Ethans last message, I continue my search, determined to uncover the truth about my mysterious stalker and the unsettling events unfolding around me.
Suddenly, another message pops up on my screen.
Claire Hunter: Hey, Lark. Everything okay?
I quickly type out a response, not wanting to raise any suspicion. But before I can hit send, another message appears, this time from Ethan.
Ethan Drake: Dont forget, we have that meeting in ten minutes.
I nod to myself, acknowledging the reminder, and quickly finish up my research before closing the tabs on my computer. As I gather my things and head towards Ethans office, I cant shake the feeling that hes watching my every move, waiting to see what Ill do next.
Ethan
I try hard not to laugh as I remote-access Larks laptop. Shes never going to find confirmation of the answer shes looking for. Sure, some of my familys companies are linked, but that only makes it all the more interesting. When will my Little Bird realize Im the one she needs to come to for answers? I hope its soon because I cant wait to tell her everything.
Watching her this morning, I could barely believe my luck when she said this is for you and put the necklace on. Shes coming around to my presence in her life, no longer trying to outrun me. Such a good Little Bird.
I can barely pay attention to what Claires saying, all my thoughts are about Lark, and my primal need to claim her as mine. Its intoxicating. My cock hardens, a visceral response to her submitting to me.
Despite the control and composure that Ive carefully crafted over the years, I struggle to maintain the facade when Lark is near. Beneath the surface, theres a darker undercurrent, a gnawing hunger that threatens to consume me whole. Its the part of me that longs to possess her completely, to dominate her in every way imaginable.
Soon, Lark. Very soon youll be all mine.
I know I should be patient, to wait for the right moment to reveal my true intentions to her. But the waiting is torture, a constant battle against the darker impulses that lurk within me, threatening to break free at any moment.
Yet even as I struggle, a part of me relishes in the anticipation, the thrill of the chase. For now, Ill continue to watch and wait, biding my time until the moment is right. And when it comes, Ill finally be able to unleash the full extent of my obsession upon her, claiming her as mine in every sense of the word.
That doesnt mean Ill stop my nightly visit, far from it. If one orgasm gets her to wear my gift, I cant wait to see what two or three gets me.