CHAPTER FOUR #2
I skipped my gaze over her vanity table stuffed with high-end cosmetics and approached her desk. I ran my fingers across the surface, past her laptop. It was the only thing on the desk aside from a potted plant. It could come in useful later on.
I went through her drawers, but I didn’t find anything interesting there. Mostly contracts she’d signed with the brands she worked with and plane and museum tickets. She had a drawer full of empty notebooks and another one with several cables that looked like they were for her camera.
My last stop was her walk-in closet. I switched on the light and took in too many racks of branded clothes and shoes filling the floor-to-ceiling shelves, every piece looking shiny and new.
Her scent was more overwhelming here as it mixed with the smells of laundry detergent and fabric softener.
Her dresser sat in the center of the space, facing the shelves containing bags of every possible material and color.
A full-length mirror occupied half of the wall across the entrance, and I smiled. It would come in handy later too.
I opened the top drawer of the dresser and stopped to stare at the rows of perfectly stacked underwear, my hand clenching around the handle.
It was all either silk or lace of varying colors, most of them red and black, and the flashes of her wearing them filled my mind.
Did she wear this underwear when she was with guys?
Did she seduce them wearing these and nothing else?
I ground my jaw. No. It didn’t matter.
I slammed the drawer shut and exited the closet, moving over to sit down on her bed. A deep frown settled over my face as I glanced around again.
Her room wasn’t what I’d expected it to be. It was obviously a rich girl room, but something about it made it feel like more. I couldn’t tell what that was.
The footfalls sounded out of the door, and all my muscles tightened as the door opened. Here we go.
Her gaze was on her phone, and I smiled as she stepped in and closed the door without noticing I was there.
She was wearing a new pair of white shorts and a white top—was white her favorite color or what?
—and my gaze slid down her tanned, flat stomach to her toned legs.
I licked my lip, my groin tightening. She reached her desk, her long chestnut hair shimmying right above her ass.
I imagined grabbing a fistful of it and yanking her against me as I fucked her hard, controlling her every step of the way.
She left her phone on her desk, then turned around, finally noticing me. She froze.
“What the hell are you doing in my room?”
I suppressed a smile and jumped up from her bed, making a meek expression. “I’m so s-s-sorry I came inside. P-please don’t be mad.”
Her brows went up, and she took an unsure step back. “What are you doing?”
I almost doubled over at how uncertain she was. I threw her off balance, and I wasn’t even trying.
I closed the distance between us and bent my head toward hers, dropping the act.
“Is that how you expected me to act when you saw me yesterday?” I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and I didn’t miss how she sucked in a quick breath.
The smell of her perfume and shower gel hit me, not even a hint of the stench on her left, and my hand slid down her neck off its own accord, stopping over her erratic pulse.
Her forest-green eyes looked even more striking this close.
“All terrified and at your mercy? Too bad we’re not in high school anymore.
There’s no one here to see you or help you bully me. ”
“Don’t touch me.” She stepped away from me, avoiding my gaze, and this time, I had to laugh.
“What are you doing in my room?”
I ignored her question. “I see you cleaned yourself up. What would your followers say if they saw you humiliated like that?”
Her gaze flared. “What are you insinuating? Are you going to post that photo somewhere?”
“Don’t worry. That photo is just for my eyes.” I winked at her.
Her glare intensified, but if she wanted to intimidate me with it, she was failing big time. Fuck, how the tables have turned. I had her in the palm of my hand, and it was so much fun.
“What are you doing here?” she repeated. “Did you want to steal something?”
I laughed again. “If I wanted to steal anything, do you think I would’ve done it while you’re at home?”
“Then you’re here to snoop. You won’t find anything to use against me if that’s what you’re looking for.” She looked toward her camera so quickly I would’ve missed it if I’d blinked, but I hadn’t, and now I knew there was something important to her there. I’d check it out later too.
“Or maybe I just wanted to get to know you better,” I said in a lazy tone, starting to circle her.
Her hands clenched, and I could tell she wanted to face me but was trying hard to appear unfazed.
“Maybe I wanted to see just how much more horrible you’ve become.
” I made a full circle around her and stopped.
“Not that I don’t already know. That video is something else.
” I ran my tongue across my lower lip. “Does your dad know how dirty you can get? How you like to suck cocks in the middle of a VIP room? How you like to fuck strangers?”
Her lips pursed together. “I’m not the kind of girl you think I am. I don’t fool around with just anyone.”
“Really? So you want to tell me you didn’t fuck that guy in that nightclub the night before last?”
Her eyes widened. “You were there?”
“Yeah. And I saw you clearly drag that guy to the restroom. You just couldn’t wait to fuck him, huh?” I sneered, a wave of anger crashing over me before I could control it.
I’d been there for all of it—her dancing like there was no one else in the world, her gaze coming so close to meeting mine before moving in another direction, my blood pumping hard with adrenaline and anticipation.
Then blazing fury when I saw her approach that guy.
I couldn’t see his face, but he must’ve been quite attractive for her to be that desperate to hook up with him.
“How long have you been keeping tabs on me?”
“Long enough. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Did you suck his cock too? Was there any audience? Drugs?”
Blush spread all over her face, and my heart rate skittered. Shame was a new look on her, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“Get out of my room.”
I half smiled. “You don’t get to order me around anymore. You no longer hold any power over me.”
“You don’t hold power over me either.”
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong. I’m already getting under your skin.” I brushed the backs of my fingers across her cheek, and she shoved my hand away.
“I told you not to touch me!” She shook her head. “You may think you have the upper hand here, but I won’t let you just stay here and do whatever you want.”
I let out a snort. “As if you’re able to do anything about it.”
She raised her chin, exasperation flaring in her gaze.
“Just how do you think you’ll pull your plan off?
You do realize you’ll have your hands full working in our garden?
” She motioned with her hand at the sweeping landscape outside.
“All that knowledge and time you’d have to invest into making it look real.
Anything less will give you up to my parents.
You won’t have it easy here, trying to do whatever you want to do. ”
I smirked, amused by her attempt at scaring me off. “You think I didn’t make sure I could make it convincing as a gardener long enough for me to carry out my revenge? I covered all my bases, so don’t worry about me.”
“Still, it won’t work. I told you, I won’t allow you to molest me.”
I grabbed her shoulder and got in her face.
“Didn’t this morning teach you anything?
You don’t get a say anymore. You’re going to be a good little girl and do whatever I say.
And if not, you know what I’ll do with that video.
” I dropped my gaze to her perfectly shaped lips.
“I wonder if you’re as good at giving blow jobs as it looked like in it? So I’d know what to expect.”
She gasped, her eyes widening. She tore her shoulder out of my grasp and darted over to the door, yanking it open. “Get out!”
I chuckled. “Hit a nerve, huh?”
“I said, get out!”
I took slow steps, stopping in front of her. I smiled. “This is just the start, Blair.” I walked out of her room, and she slammed the door shut behind me.
I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, exhaling a long breath.
Fucking bitch. She had the nerve to act offended and play the victim, but she was far from it.
She deserved everything she got. She earned a taste of her own medicine.
She couldn’t mess with other people without paying for it, and she was going to pay.
For every humiliation, for every second she made me feel worthless, for every time I thought I didn’t deserve better.
For fucking scarring me for life. I would trap her and make her feel without control or choices, just the way she’d made me.
She could try to fight me all she wanted. It would get her nowhere.
I was the hunter now, and I was going to collect.