Chapter 2
Jaxon
She doesn’t see me as she leaves my little sister’s bookshop, almost bumping into me as she goes.
“Excuse me, sorry.” She rushes out as she scrambles not to drop her coffee and the book in her arms. She doesn’t even glance my way as she fumbles with her things. She’s skittish and ready to take flight, much like a little bird.
I’ve been watching her since I caught sight of her walking down the street earlier this morning. She’s beautiful. She wears little to no makeup, but she doesn’t need it. She has skin like porcelain, all smooth and unblemished other than a few piercings that accentuate her face. She has long brown hair pulled back into a messy bun, eyes as green as springtime grass, and curves that make me want to bite my fist. She definitely has some extra cushion; her plump ass and generous breasts are apparent even under the coat she wears. And do I ever have a thing for voluptuous women.
She’s average height, maybe five foot six inches, but definitely considered short when compared to my towering six foot five inch frame. I am instantly transfixed by her. I don’t know why that is, especially seeing that I have no shortage of women to choose from, but suddenly they all pale in comparison to her. None of them transfix me the way she does.
She hurries off, leaving me looking after her as she goes. I guess I’ll stop and say hi to little sister later. I follow but not too closely. I mix in with the crowd on main street, never losing sight of her cute, messy bun. When she left the bookstore, I noticed dark circles under her eyes like she doesn’t get much sleep. It triggers something in me. She walks with a slight skip to her step now, making me instantly angry that I am not the source of that happiness. This is absurd. I don’t even know this woman, and I’m already obsessed with wanting her. How is she doing this to me?
I continue walking after her, even as she turns the corner and gets in her car. It appears she parked conveniently close to me. As I walk a little further down the road and past her vehicle, I do a quick peek behind me, relieved to see she’s still sitting in her car. The car that looks like she probably comes from money, although, I can’t see the make and model from where I am, just that it’s black and sleek. I get in my car and buckle up as soon as I see her put on the blinker. I can’t have her driving away before I get a chance to see where my mystery woman lives.
As she peels off into traffic, I wait a few cars behind before pulling out with my BMW M8 F92. She’s an alpine white beauty but is mainly the vehicle I take to and from work. I have a few other vehicles, but this one is the most inconspicuous for when I go out around the town, and definitely the least expensive compared to my others. As I watch from afar, I memorize her license plate for when I get home and can give it to Franklin, the greatest hacker south of Silicon Valley. He’s the best of the best, my closest friend, and one of the few people I actually trust. He’ll be able to dig up everything I need to know about my little sparrow.