Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,38
she’s some kind of celebrity. Maybe she is, but I don’t give a damn. All that matters is that she’s in a cage, sulking, and covered in my cum. Such a fitting image for a girl like her.
I aim and fire, filling the canvas with holes. The pretty picture is gone; ripped sheets and a chipped frame is all that’s left. Not so pretty anymore. Just like her heart.
“What’s going on?” I hear her yell.
I don’t respond because I enjoy the look on her face when she doesn’t get what she wants, and I’m sure she’ll gaze at me that way when I come back up to the attic. Her looks always got her what she wanted, but not anymore. Not with me.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings, and I frown as I turn around. Who the fuck would come to this place?
I walk to the door and peek through the hole in the wood. It’s a girl, barely twenty, and she’s holding a bunch of papers and a phone. “Vanessa?”
She clearly has some business with my Princess, but I’m not interested in people minding my business. However, if she’s here, that means she knows something’s wrong if I don’t open the door. I don’t want anyone sniffing around this place. Mulling it over, I decide to open the door.
“Hello, can I help you?” I say with the biggest, fakest smile I’ve ever conjured.
“Um … excuse me, who are you?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, seeing as I’m in this house and you’re standing outside, I should be asking you that question.”
She makes a face as if she’s not amused. Whatever. I like my wicked sense of humor.
“I’m Paige, her assistant. She’s not picking up her phone, and we’ve got some things to discuss.”
“Okay …” I scratch my head for a second. “How did you get past the gate?”
“I have a key,” she says, holding it up.
Interesting.
“Who are you again?” she asks.
I cock my head. “I didn’t say, but let me ask you a few questions.”
“Why.” She peeks over my shoulder. “Vanessa?”
Sighing, I say, “She’s busy. But anyway, you work for her … you’re still so young, damn. I didn’t realize Vanessa had such a young assistant.”
I spot a hint of a smile. “Yeah, I’m kind of good at what I do. Now, can you let me pass?”
“I can tell that you’re rather meticulous in what you do,” I say with a wink. “So, Paige. Are you still in college or something?”
She folds her arms. “No. Finished last year.”
“Wow, that’s amazing,” I say. “I never even finished high school.”
“Hmpf.”
She doesn’t seem too impressed. Not the point, either. I just want her details, and I’m not stopping my interrogation until I’m a hundred percent sure that she’s not a threat. Not that I wouldn’t kill her. Hell, I don’t give two shits about this person I just met, but I do want to know if someone would come and look for her if she went missing.
“So, you live on your own, Paige?” I ask.
She frowns. “Um … yeah … I guess. Not with my parents, at least.”
I place my hand on the door. “Sorry, if that’s creepy. I’m just asking because I think you’re rather … cute.” I almost bit my tongue there, but I made it through that sentence. Whew.
Her cheeks flush, and she sucks in her lips. “Oh … Thank you,” she murmurs. “Well, yeah, I don’t have a boyfriend, if that’s what you mean.”
“Awesome.” I give her my flirty smile, and after a wink, she’s completely hooked. I know how to charm a girl. I also know how to fuck one up. “I wouldn’t want to live with my parents either, bringing home a guy like me.” She giggles a little when I lean in. “And I definitely want to come to your place.”
“I don’t have parents, so no problem there,” she says, muffling a laugh.
“Oh, well, isn’t that convenient.”
She makes a face. “Excuse me?”
“Did they die?” I ask, grabbing her arm.
She leans away from me. “Yes …”
“And no other family?”
“Why are you asking?”
“I just want to know if I can fuck you without people asking you how you got so worked up. When I fuck a girl, I do it so hard that you’ll see the marks for days to come.”
Her eyes widen. “No, no,” she stutters. “There’s no one.”
“Good,” I say, tightening my grip.
“Okay, I’d appreciate it if you would let me go now.”
I smile viciously, already tasting the fear drifting through the air. “Not a chance in