Stalker (The Company Book 3)
Stalker: Prologue

Her skin glistens in the darkness, and my eyes hone in on her like she’s a diamond ready for the taking. Pictures of her and Phillip’s faces hang above her head, with movie awards stacked on top of a shelf to the side. A perfect shell for an imperfect heart. She’s incredible … and she will be mine.

She is all I can think about, as she lies there in her bed, silently sleeping the night away.

She has no idea that I’m lurking in a corner, hovering close to her defenseless body. She smells of roses and expensive wine, and when she rolls over and her chest is exposed, I lean over her and take in her scent. Breathing out hot air on her skin makes her arch up toward my mouth, her mind unaware of what her body desires.

She’s so close…all I have to do is grasp, and she’s mine for the taking.

She’s a devil in disguise. A vixen. A seductress, but I won’t let her beauty distract me from my goal.

I fucking hate her to death.

Literally. I’m going to kill her.

But doing it now would spoil all the fun. She’s defenseless and doesn’t even know I’m here. There’s no fun in chasing an oblivious prey. I want the hunt. I want to feel the adrenaline and smell the fear as she runs for her life.

She deserves what’s coming for her, but I’m not going to give it to her that easily.

I’ll watch her from a distance; I’ll make her sweat and think she’s going insane.

And then, when she’s at her lowest, I’ll strike.

She’ll never see it coming until it’s too late.

And then, she’ll be begging for mercy.