ALARIC
The surveillance team I hired had done an excellent job. Every angle of her room was visible on my laptop, the cameras expertly concealed.
I didn't like leaving loose ends. That's why, after last night, I decided to keep a closer eye on her. I didn't like the fact that she was hiding something from me.
Watching her felt wrong in a way that only made me crave it more.
I know she wouldn't like it if she ever got to know about it. But fuck it. Who cares? She should be grateful I didn't have one installed in her bathroom. Just yet.
My door banged open, forcing me to jerk my head in the direction of the noise.
Fuck. She was back. And angry.
I calmly closed my laptop, unfazed by her wrath, though the sight of her—her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, the way her lips trembled with fury—sent a jolt of heat straight through me.
