reason I'm following her to work today. And it's not the first time, either.
I have her habits down to a T. She doesn't take advantage of her driver at all. Instead, she chooses to walk from the penthouse apartment where she lives with Kade to the company building. It's only two blocks, but I still think she's being an idiot. You never know who's lurking in the shadows, after all...
Kade is usually at the office hours before her, getting an early start, but June leaves at around eight thirty, after making sure the nanny is in to take care of the kid, Theo. I'm in position across the street where I know she'll pass me in a couple of minutes. I'm nervous, and it's kind of fucking exciting. It's such an innocent feeling. Well, maybe for some people. Not me.
I'm like an addict taking a swig after years of abstinence, and it feels damn good to do so. I crumple the newspaper I'm reading into a ball, throwing it into the nearby trash can, when a change in the air alone lets me know she's near. I don't know what it is exactly. A certain scent, a change of the atmosphere. Wild strawberries and champagne. The sound of her heels on the pavement. Click-clack-click-clack.
I force myself to turn around and show my back to her even though it's the hardest thing I've had to do all day. I have to fight the red mist, so I don't jump out and pull her to me. But what happens next makes my heart race.
Just as she passes me, I hear the clamor of her heels slow down, and she seems to hesitate for just a split second as though she senses something. She continues on her way almost instantly, but that one moment, that small pause... it gives me hope.
She still remembers me. June Miller née Wildfox still knows who owns her.
I look over my shoulder in time to see her turn the corner, and I follow seamlessly in her step. If I were to die now, I would be a happy man—if I got to take June to the depths of hell with me. I come up just close enough to see the skin of the back of her neck erupt in goose bumps. I let myself breathe her in, taking in her heady, fruity scent. I can sense she knows someone is behind her, so I stop by a flower vendor next to the street.
She crosses the street as if she's afraid to look behind her, but when she's on the other side, she turns around hesitantly, slowly... and our eyes meet. Pure joy overtakes me when I see the fear in her eyes as her gaze meets mine. I see her shiver, and I feel the sensation repeating in my own body. Just then, a truck drives by, stopping at a red light and cutting our forbidden connection. I take my chance and slide into a side alley, ducking behind a dumpster where she'll never spot me. My eyes are still glued to the spot where I saw her last, and my heart beats faster as I watch the truck drive away.
As soon as it's gone, I see her, frozen to the spot. She's glued to the pavement, staring at the place where I was a second ago. Her mouth gapes in shock, her eyes glassy as she tries to convince herself I was nothing but a mirage. I smirk as she goes on, stumbling when she takes her next step. She's feeling confused, lost, scared, and it feels fucking good to know I can still rouse a reaction out of her.
Damn fucking good.
I follow June to work, watching her walk into the building. After that, I walk around aimlessly, my thoughts filled with her. That silky hair, the creamy skin. Her perfect breasts, her tight pussy. All I need.
I end up next to a college where people are lounging on the lawn and doing some studying in the sun. I don't know why, but I find pleasure in observing people. I don't watch them, trying to imagine the stories of their lives like a normal person would. I look at them, imagining how best to hurt them.
And it just so happens that I spot the perfect victim. She's another June lookalike, but so different once again. She's younger, about eighteen I'd say. Her hair is shorter than June's, in a bob brushing her chin. She's got those striking