Taunting the Stalker

Chapter 1- Ryder

My eyes memorize her every move as she roams around her home.

I will never fucking get sick of this.

I shouldn't be doing this to her, she's much too good for me. But even the thought of not seeing her smooth skin, her soft hair, her perfect self.... It's absolute torture. But I've never been a good man.

I need to watch her, protect her from anyone who would try take advantage of her. I will never let anything or anyone hurt my perfect girl. Nobody will harm a hair on her god damn head.

I watch as she curls up on the couch, wrapping a plush blanket around her skin. I smile to myself as she nuzzles her face into the softness of the blanket, imagining her snuggling into my chest.

I wasn't always like this, obsessive.

I couldn't help myself though, the second my eyes landed on her I felt drawn to this woman like never before in my life. I remember it perfectly, walking into the bar and seeing her beautiful self behind the counter. She was running around pouring drinks for the crowded bar, yet she carried herself with such fucking grace.
Then, as if I wasn't already loosing my sanity at the sight of her, she flipped some creep off that was hitting on her, telling him to "fuck off".
I've never smiled so hard in my life.

I'm not shy in the slightest, had no problems getting women's attention either but she made me speechless.
That's what led me here.

It started small, watching over her at work, making sure she got home safe....
But then it developed into an addiction, I needed more. I craved her every second of the day.

Now I watch her. Protect her. Waiting for the right moment. I don't want to scare her off, but fuck I could never let her go. I had to do this perfectly.

I had experience with this kind of shit, stalking someone.

Had to for some old jobs I did, I didn't like it then but damn I'm fucking enjoying it now.

I'm a bounty hunter, not that I like hunting down people, but it makes good money. It's what I'm good at.

Damn I'd chase this pretty girl to the ends of the earth though.

Hailey fucking Weber. She'll be the death of me I swear.
She laughs softly at the movie she's watching, and god I wish I was close enough to hear the sweet sound.
The sun begins to set, causing deep pinks and oranges to fill the sky. Once the movie is over, she comes over to the window to see for herself.

I make sure I'm hidden in the trees behind her house as she looks out. I can't help but peer up at her, unable to resist looking at her pretty fucking face as she smiles at the sky.

Eventually, she backs away from the window, moving to her bedroom. She begins stripping out of her clothes from work as she makes her way to her bathroom.

I sigh softly as her bathroom door shuts, hiding her pretty self from me. I can only imagine what she looks like naked... water cascading down her soft skin... lathering soap over her soft curves...
Fuck.
I wait patiently for her to come back out, my eyes trained on her bedroom window.
I have a fucking problem.

I've been watching her for about 2 months now, my obsession growing every single day. She's stunning, tall, strong... she has these deep brown curls that form into soft ringlets, dark blue eyes, and a smirk that would bring me to my knees quite literally.
She's too good for me, I think that's obvious to anyone. But fuck if I'm way too selfish to let her go... I never will.

I perk up as she exits the steamy bathroom. Her curls are pulled up into a bun on the top of her head, a few wet strands sticking to her face. She has just a towel wrapped around her body, barely reaching the tops of her thighs.
What I wouldn't give to have them wrapped around my fucking face...

I greedily take in as she rubs her body with coconut scented lotion. I can almost smell it, fuck.
Her legs are long, with thicker thighs that are genuinely my own personal heaven. Her skin glistens as the lotion soaks into her skin, and my dick twitches at the sight.

She returns to the bathroom, slipping on her pajamas. She comes back out in little black shorts and an oversized t shirt, lying back in bed.

She curls up under the sheets, turning the lamp next to her bed off as the room goes dark. I slip out of the trees as my view of her goes away.

I need more.

I go to her back door, taking the spare key I made and quietly unlocking it. I leave my shoes outside to avoid leaving any trace of me behind.

Silently, I shut the door behind me as I make my way over to her couch first.
I sit down on the soft cushions, bringing the blanket she used to my face, inhaling her subtle sweet coconut scent.

I go around the room, observing anything new before I make my way to her bedroom.
Peaking in through the door, I watch her chest rise and fall slowly with her breathing, telling me she's asleep.

I step in the room quietly, not wanting to disturb my pretty girl's sleep.
The moonlight from the window is just enough for me to make out her face, and the outline of her body beneath the covers.

I can smell the lingering scent of coconut from her shower, and a grin makes its way to my face. I come closer to her bed, hearing the soft sound of her peaceful breathing.
She looks like a fucking angel. So perfect.
Gently, I reach down and ever so softly brush a piece of hair away from her soft cheek.

My perfect girl.