DemiI stare at him, shocked that he so openly admitted that he stalked me. Like it is a normal thing to do. Still, I'm curious."How long did you spend watching me during the day?" I ask.He sits back and gets comfy."Mondays. You get up at six-thirty, shower until seven, and do your hair and such until seven-thirty. You make breakfast at this point; on Mondays, you typically have yoghurt and fruit. After eating, you leave and walk down to Sycamore Road, where you work at the estate agents' office. Twelve thirty, you leave, and go to the bakers, there on a Monday you get egg and bacon sandwich before walking back to work. You finish work at four thirty, go to the bakers and get a doughnut and a chocolate eclair. Which you eat on the way to the gym." My eyes widen at his words, and he continues."You spend ten minutes on the rowing machine in the gym, another ten minutes on the bike, and then you do approximately fifteen reps on the leg press, another fifteen on the leg extension mach
DemitriI wonder what she will want if she wins. I hope she does. I only said that about keeping her to spur her on and make her work harder to do this.Last night was strange. After I dealt with my little friend for his part in my warehouse, I went to bed. I slept in the same bed as her and everything.Part of me feels she is right, and we should just end this here. While it worked and went well, I mean, I was meant to be at a meeting ages ago, but I haven't moved as she is here. I don't want to either. She fascinates me.She gawped at me like she was shocked that I would kill her ex, yet...she quickly shrugged it off like she didn't care that I said I was going to kill him.Most would have freaked out and run, but not her. Why? She appears immune or at least uncaring by what I said I would do. I'm debating if that is down to the fact she thinks I am joking or not.I wasn't, I don't think anyway. Okay, she needs to leave."We will take you home, considering you don't have clothes," I
DemiI remembered something at the last minute and asked to change the rules. I quite like the idea of hunting each other. What Demitri doesn't know is that I won't be here. He wanted it to be a challenge and I made it one.I'm going home for a month—to my childhood home. My parents are on a cruise, and I promised to watch over the house and the dog for them. It's the advantage I need.I don't need to return for work either, as they have local offices, and I will be doing my work from there instead. I will still come back here, but only a few times a week.Mondays I will be, as that is the day I know where Demitri will be. I have a feeling he will go to either my work or the gym and follow me from there when it comes to taking me.Only I don't plan to go to either. He wanted a challenge, and he has one. I laugh at the thought as I walk to the window. I stop and look out and see him standing beside the car.His eyes are fixed on the window, and he waves. So apparently, he can see? I wa
DemitriI look at Dean, and he glares towards me. It's funny, really, but still confusing. I walk around him and tap the blade against his neck."Makes no sense. You were fucking others, and quickly moved in with another woman, so why are you so hurt by her throwing you out?" I ask and lean into his face."Like I'm telling you," he laughs slightly, and I join in."Oh, you will, either now or when you have no fingers left, you will tell me," I say before leaning in closer. "What is it about Demi that made you want to take revenge on me? Knowing that you would be dead?""Fuck you." He shouts, and I laugh. The dagger dug into his neck slightly."There has to be something." I know there is. He wanted revenge, but the whole thing makes no sense. "Was she paying for you to live? Is that it?" I ask as I sit down and face him.Now I'm actually really fucking curious, he's not a fool to do this, so he had a reason and it wasn't because Demi fucked me. So what is it?"How long were you and Demi
DemiI left a week ago. I've gone back twice, each time using a different car from my parents to hide the fact that I was following him.He's hard to follow. I wait outside the club and then follow him, but he never goes to the same places after.It makes this fucking hard. Unless I take him from the club, that would be easier, but he seems to always leave the club with one or two guys.That makes it harder. So, now I think I need to get them to follow him from here and wait for him to leave somewhere alone.He made it seem so easy to kidnap someone when you know nothing about them by taking me. In reality, this isn't easy. Kidnapping Dean was meant to be easy.I knew where he was, though, or thought I had. I continued to follow the car and watched it stop outside of a building.This is a new one. He's not been here before. I watch him walk in with some guys and wait.Half an hour later, he comes out, and my eyes widen when I see him dragging a guy out who clearly has been beaten.May
DemitriI get into her apartment and order someone to grab the items from under the bath. Standing, I look around her bedroom. Why does it look like she has left?Her drawers are open. Some are even fucking empty. I know what would confirm if she has left. Every night, she would write in it. I lift her mattress and notice the diary is gone."Bitch!" I shout, and Evan looks at me. "She played me. She fucking left!" I can't believe I fell for it. "Rob!" I shout and watch as he steps in."Yes Boss?""When she left, was anyone with her? Did she have anything with her?" I ask."A suitcase, boss," he explains, and I sigh.That makes it fucking harder."You wanted a challenge," Evan smirks."A challenge, yes. Not her just disappearing. Get Paul to search the footage we have access to and try to track her movements through the city tonight. Find out where she went," I state, and Evan nods, taking out his phone."Got it, Boss." Sam holds out the box; opening it, I stare. What would have happen
DemiI smile as he leans in close, his hands move and begin to untie the rope."You got caught twice," he laughs."Well, your big ass dude at the door was too big for me to get passed, so fuck yes, I got caught twice." I sigh but laugh. "Was he made in a fucking factory? The only explanation I can think of for his size," I mutter, and he roars in laughter. "Warn the bold twat next time I will get him," I explain."What did you do to him?" He asks while tilting his head."Tried to kick him in his balls, but he caught my foot and dragged me back in like I was nothing more than a ragdoll," I sigh, and he smirks."Hint, Doll, that is one guy you just obey. You can't escape him," he explains, and I nod. I realised that when he caught my foot quickly and dragged me across the floor like I was a piece of string."You should really use him more. He's a big guy," I explain and he laughs."He stays on doors when needed, that's all. Don't need brunt force," he explains."Could help though," I ex
DemitriI can't help but laugh at her attitude of not caring about anything.Mark is cautious of her. I can't blame him for that. She's not about to apologise—well, she doesn't mean it anyway—so I give up on that."Stay there, I want you after," I say to her before walking to where Mark is.I jump and spin feeling her smack my ass, glaring at her she just laughs."What the hell?" I look at her and fight back the smile."Has a little bounce to it," she says while grinning, and I turn so she doesn't see me smiling or laughing. 'Has a little bounce to it?' Who the hell says that and does that anyway?Shaking the thoughts from my mind, I go to where Mark is waiting. He's keeping his distance from her. I can't blame him for that."So we got footage from the place," he says, putting the phone on the table. I lean over the table and peer at it. It wasn't a lie. He keeps his face hidden, even from the cameras.See, he works smarter than the others, so he should know who the main guy is. I hop