Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Hunter falls back against the wall, his hand flying to his chest as though my words physically assaulted him. “Ouch. You hit me right where I don’t give a fuck,” he tells me. “Now, we gonna talk about you leaving me on read, or are we just gonna skip past the bullshit to you coming home with me?”
“You wish,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Why don’t we skip to the part where you admit you’ve been stalking me?”
The audacity this man has to raise a brow in question. “Stalking? Shit, I’ve had a busy day, but I don’t recall stalking you. I could schedule it for tomorrow if you’d like?”
My jaw drops, gaping at him as though a second head just grew out the side of his neck. “How can you stand there and say you’re not stalking me when you’re literally standing outside my door?”
“Okay, Savage. Now you’ve lost me. The fuck are you talking about?”
I wildly gesture to the very door he’s standing right in front of. “Right there. My door. The one attached to my apartment, where I live like a normal fucking person who doesn’t lurk outside women’s homes like serial killers.”
“I . . .” He pauses, his brows pinched together as he sweeps his gaze from me to the door and then back again. “Your door?”
I groan. “How many times are we going to cover this?”
Something flashes in his eyes before he slowly takes three backward steps down the hall until he’s standing directly outside Maddox’s friend’s door, the very door I’d knocked on just last night.
“My door,” he says.
I shake my head. “No. Not possible.”
He nods, amusement flaring in his dark stare as he pulls out a set of keys and slides one straight in as if to prove a point. He twists the key, and I gape as the door swings open. “Very possible.”
My soul leaves my body.
“No. No, no, no,” I start to chant, but he just laughs as a wickedly infuriating grin cuts across his devilishly gorgeous face.
“I guess I’ll be seeing ya, Savage,” he says, and with that, Hunter steps into his apartment, kicking the door closed behind him, and leaving me gaping after him, wondering what the fuck just happened.
12
HUNTER
What are the fucking chances?
I laugh to myself as I collapse against my couch. And here I thought I was starting to lose my edge.
Gotta admit, it wasn’t great to see the horror on Lyra’s face when she realized I was her neighbor, but that only lasted a second before the pure amusement took over. This is going to be fun. There’s no escaping me now. No more leaving me on read and blowing me off, not now that I know exactly where she’ll be.
Sooner or later, she’ll have no choice but to fall for my wicked ways. She won’t be able to resist. Though considering she thought I was stalking her, it might take a minute, but I’m in for the long haul.
Lyra hates me. That much is clear.
She’s got a feisty little chip on her shoulder, and watching that come into play is going to be the best fun I’ve ever had. She’ll bite my head off every chance she gets, and it’s only going to ignite that fire within me.
I’m ready for it. Whatever bullshit she wants to hurl my way, I’m down.
Can’t lie, though, it’s ironic that she assumed I was stalking her. And yeah, I get it. I was standing right outside her door, and after the texts I’ve sent her over the past few days, I get how she came to that conclusion. Any sane woman would. But if she knew what I did for work . . . shit.
Stalking is just part of the job, and I’m damn good at it. Had it come to the point where she was still blowing me off, I would have ended up stalking her anyway, so it’s awfully convenient that I won’t have to go to the effort now.
It’s as though all the fucked-up little stars suddenly aligned, and just like that, my pretty little savage appeared behind me like magic, and if that ain’t a sign, then I don’t know what is. It’s the world’s way of saying that I have to pursue her. There’s no other option.
Lyra Vale will be mine.
Call it divine intervention. For me, at least. I’m sure she’s in her apartment right now calling it something entirely different. Punishment, perhaps.
Making my way into my kitchen, I grab leftover takeout from the fridge and lean against the counter while it reheats, and as I wait, my phone buzzes against my island counter.
Maddox: You won back your girl yet or are you still fumbling? I could give you some pointers if you need.
I snort a laugh before typing back.
Hunter: Thought I was fumbling, but it’s suddenly looking up.