Chapter 8
The Stalker
Connecting to her newly installed security system was easy enough. My baby was terrible with tech; she would never notice. She would never notice me listening to her, watching her, or zooming the camera into the place where her and her guest’s arms met as they sat side-by-side on the couch.
That bitch was way too touchy-feely for my taste. Best friend, my fucking ass.
She talked about how shitty her boyfriend was.
How terrible he was treating her. How he never gave her any attention.
How all she wanted was a man to treat her right.
But I saw the way she was looking at Riah.
Leaning closer to her. Relishing in her attention.
Innocent Riah was too sweet to notice. Too nice. Caring. Too amazing of a friend.
I almost let it go. I almost trusted that the bitch would stay in her place. But when she started getting a little too tipsy and brushing Riah’s hair behind her ear, I had enough. Riah might be too nice, but I sure as fuck wasn’t.