Chapter Thirteen
Blair
“Blair, what the hell? Open the damn door!” Elena’s pounding wakes me up.
My head throbs, my throat is dry, and my tongue feels heavy. What the hell happened last night?
“Ok, ok! I’m coming,” my voice cracks from how dry my throat is.
I throw my legs over the bed and make my way to the door. I stop right before I grab the handle and look down, why the hell am I naked? I grab the door handle and turn it, but it doesn't budge. Why is it locked? I quickly unlock it and open the door to find a frantic Elena on the other side.
“Why the hell was your door locked? Did he come back? Are you ok? What happened?” She fires off question after question.
“El! I haven’t even had my eyes open for more than a minute.” She rolls her eyes and steps in.
“Is he still here?” I ask, peeking out the door.
“No.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
El has seen me naked more times than I think my mom has. I walk to the closet and grab something to put on. “Why are you naked?” She asks .
I slip into a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. Turning to the bed, I notice a Dove chocolate on my nightstand, which Elena has also spotted.
"What? How?" I exclaim, walking over to her. Her eyes are wide, and her hands are trembling.
"No, no, this has to be a mistake," I mutter, glancing around the room. All the windows are still locked and closed.
I remember being in the bathroom and rush to check. Elena gasps behind me, "How does he get it off?"
I shake my head when I see a belt hanging on the window ledge. Memories flood my foggy thoughts. I glance at the shower, and it all comes back—his hands on my body, the showerhead... I whip around and look at her, my heart racing.
“We are installing a security system now! I’ll make the call,” She shouts running to the living room to grab her phone.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
Fuck!
Why would I say that? I remember being at the bar, and then the Lyft came. The man with blue eyes stopped me. Oh my god, he drugged me. I remember him saying something about Molly, but I was already six drinks in and was feeling that. I gulp and turn towards the shower, opening it up.
He took away my ability to come, leaving me begging him to let me. Then James came in, and everything gets hazy. I don’t remember much after that, nor much before—just fragments. I grab the belt and throw it in the trash, then lock the window again.
“They will be here in twenty!” She grabs my arm and pulls me out of the bathroom.
She pours me a mimosa and I chug it. "He tied me up last night," I mention. She glances at me and chugs hers as well .
“James said he heard you talking but thought you were talking to yourself since he didn't hear anyone else.”
“We should call the police,” she suggests.
I snort. “I’ve called them twice, and they didn’t do shit! They looked at me like I was crazy.” I throw my hands in the air, frustrated with all of this.
I don't tell her anything else about what happened; she has a good imagination and will draw her own conclusions. She pours me another drink, and this time, I sip it slowly. I refuse to see myself as a victim of assault. Is it even assault if you begged for it? If you came and loved it? What does that make me? A whore? I've always liked sex, but having it with someone I don't even know—a stranger, a stalker, a masked...
"Oh my god," I drop the cup. It crashes onto the counter, thankfully not breaking.
She looks at me, “What?” She chugs her second glass.
“He had a mask.” She looks at me confused.
“It was of Alex’s face. He was wearing fucking Alex’s face, Elena!” I shout and she chokes.
“H… His face?” She shudders, and I nod.
She glances around as if expecting him to still be here. I know he isn’t—I can always sense when I’m being watched. It’s a feeling that’s haunted me since childhood, that eerie sensation of eyes lurking in the shadows, even though no one is ever there when I turn around.
Wyatt
I didn’t have time to change before I had to make rounds with Kade. Her smell is on my shirt, my hands, and the reminder almost makes me come; like a high school boy getting his dick wet for the first time. I knew touching her would cause my obsession to grow, I just didn’t know how much. I don’t know if I can continue to be her stalker in the shadows. I want her screaming my fucking name when she comes. I want her to think of me every time her pussy aches. She is mine and I want the whole fucking world to know it. I have waited years for this moment, and now it’s here, I don’t want to let it go. If I could tie her up to my bed, having her dripping wet and waiting for me, I would.
“Pit needs us at the office.” Kade throws his phone into the middle console.
“That girl last night, you like her huh?”
“Are we really going to talk pussy right now?” I ask, and he chuckles.
“No, but that other girl she was with. She’s caught my attention, and I can’t seem to fucking shake it.” I laugh knowing all too well what an infatuation can do to a man like us.
“Her name is Elena,” offering up the information he desperately wants to know. He hums in approval.
My phone buzzes, and I see a call from Elena's number to a security company I own. I had their phones tapped the first time they came into the bar; I can see everything they do.
I didn't want full access to Elena's phone; that's an invasion of her privacy that I don't want to breach. But when it comes to Blair, I'll gladly invade every piece of privacy she has. I want to know every time she takes a picture, sends a text, or makes a phone call. I also put a tracker on both of their phones for obvious reasons. Elena is her best friend, and I swore I would protect the people Blair loves the most.
“Elena called my security company.” He laughs.
“Oh man, she is going to shit herself when she finds out who you are.”
I refrain from rolling my eyes, though he's right. She has no idea who I am, and I plan to keep it that way a bit longer. Like I said, I want her screaming my name when she comes. I pick up the phone and dial Josh, my manager at Secure Edge. I bought this company for our own use. We installed cameras in all the stores around town to monitor for theft or trouble. We might be taking money from them, but we uphold our end of the deal. Nobody will mess with them while we're around.
“Aye, boss man. What can I do for ya?” Josh answers on the first ring.
“Elena Phillips just called you, what about?” I ask, and he pauses for a minute.
“Let me pull it up.” I hear him typing.
“Ah, she wants the top-of-the-line security system we have. I tried telling her it would be expensive, but she insisted on having it. Should I proceed?” I smile.
Blair thinks this will keep me out, I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I am standing over her naked body, tied up on her bed. My cock gets hard just thinking about it.
“Give it to them for free.” He clears his throat.
“Are you sure? It’s the best stuff,” he says, unsure I understand.
“Josh, have I ever been one to not be sure?” He laughs.
“No, I guess not. Alright boss. Do you want to pick who goes out there?” I think about it.
“Yeah, I want you and Kade. Kade knows how to put it up and I trust him and you around my… client,” I stop myself from saying, woman. Kade looks at me smirking, and I roll my eyes.
“We told her we would be out there ASAP, should I call her back and tell her it will be later.”
I look at Kade and he shakes his head.
“No, he’ll be there. Do not tell them that I am giving it to them. When they go to pay just say it’s on the house and leave it at that. She does not need to know about me, got it? ”
“Understood Boss man. I’ll get it ready and meet him there,” he hangs up the phone.
“So, I’m on babysitting duty?” He teases.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“I’ll get another one to help with Pit if I need it. Drop me off, and I’ll catch a Lyft to get my car at the club.”
“So, since she was ten huh?” I take a deep breath and look at him.
“What about it?”
“Nothing, it’s just, I’ve never seen you with anyone. It’s fucking weird seeing you all protective and shit,” I roll my eyes.
“I’m done.” I look at my phone, and pull up the tracker app. I see they are still at home. I wonder if they found my belt yet?