home.
Thea is what she seems at first glance. Sweet, kind, and all about a positive outlook. But that’s bullshit.
Only forest creatures in cartoon movies are that pure-hearted.
She’s a liar like everyone else, but despite the lies she gets my dick hard. I want her.
“I’ll find you,” I murmur as I poke through her search history thanks to the backdoor I left on her WiFi network. “Every secret. It’s all mine, little mouse.”
The clack of the keys are as soothing and relaxing as the bowl I smoked when I got home. I tore through two bags of Doritos and rode the high until the buzz wore off. Now I’m hunting for anything that will give me more insight into who I’m dealing with.
As I dig through her social media accounts, I find something new. One that wasn’t in the recent browser history when I looked before. It’s a blog site.
Once it loads, my stomach tightens.
“The fuck?” I mutter, bombarded by post after post of pictures.
She’s younger, her face a little rounder. The newest post has a date stamp of almost two years ago. I’m guessing she’s around fifteen or sixteen in these, but the blog archive goes back three years before that.
“For a girl who goes unnoticed, you sure did want to be seen.”
By a rough count, there are hundreds of posts. Maybe thousands. When it was active, it looks like she was posting at least three times a week.
There’s nothing too wild, but my brows jump up when I see a few that are questionable. Even though we’re the same age, I feel skeevy looking at these. Sickos on the internet would have a field day with the gold mine she’s offering up. It’s not even password protected and private. Public fucking everything for all of her accounts.
My first thought is to lock this, but she could notice if she still accesses the site. It was in her search history, so she looked at it recently.
I was right. She was hiding more secrets. Everyone lies; haven’t I learned that lesson enough times by now?
Somehow, victory doesn’t taste great. A bitter tang fills my mouth as I click on a few of the posts, skimming the comments. It’s a small relief that the blog seems inactive, but if she pulled it up recently, she might be thinking about using it again.
So help me, if she posts any of her pictures to this shit now, I will put her on lockdown and fry her devices so fast.
Ironic, since I’m using her nudes to blackmail her. A snort shakes my shoulders. Whatever, semantics.
My eyes narrow as I scroll through. Most of the comments make me scoff, but some of the creepier ones have my skin crawling. One username catches my eye.
Henry_Your_GoodKnight: Beauty beyond measure princess, but what really gets me is the way you smile. Your intelligent eyes say it all, love. You’re longing for the world to show you all it has to offer.
“Yikes.”
That one has internet predator written on it in neon blinking lights. I’m about to doxx this fucker for being all over her blog, on every post with multiple comments. The law can suck it. I’d be doing them a favor. Thea better not have given this guy the time of day.
Why the fuck would she subject herself to this for so long without blocking these basement-dwelling neckbeards?
I knew her security was lax as hell when I first hacked her computer, but doesn’t she understand how easily this creep or any other on the internet could find her? She didn’t even block her photos from download permissions or hide the metadata, putting her location on blast to any dickhead with half a brain.
Shaking my head, I close out of the window.
This girl is going to get me in a mess of trouble, throwing wrenches into my carefully laid plans. I’m supposed to be biding my time until I can break away from this place. All I needed was a fake girlfriend—one of my choosing—to show up when I needed her.
The plan was never someone seducing me with her curvy body, her addictive scent of fresh baked cookies that clings to her skin and hair, and that bright smile. How has a girl that exudes so much sunshine gone under my radar from so long?
Because it’s all a lie. A girl like Thea is too good to be true.
I set an alert to notify me when she pulls this site up so I can keep an eye on her like