Taunting the Stalker

Chapter 3- Hailey

I could tell it was him the second he walked through the front door of the bar. I didn't even have to look up.
This massive fucking idiot... i smiled to myself.

He sits down in a corner booth trying to not draw any attention.
But how the hell does he think I'm not going to notice his 6'4 ass walk through the bar.
It's honestly hilarious.

I've had a stalker for months now... and I just know it's him.
At first it bothered me.
I was scared, felt like my privacy was invaded.

But after some time, I realized the man had no intentions of hurting me.
I could feel in my bones when his eyes were on me, staring into my soul.
I began to welcome the feeling. It almost felt flattering in a way, to have someone be so deeply infatuated with you.

I know that he follows me home from work, and makes sure I make it there safely.
It's reassuring sometimes, having someone protecting you.

Even figured out exactly where he hides behind the trees of my place... and I'm too observant to miss his large frame in the shadows.
He's not very good at this...

It's getting hard to keep my face impassive at this point, especially when he speaks to me.
I almost want to laugh at the way this massive man can't even ask me on a date... it's kind of adorable aside from the fact he looks like he could tear someone apart.

When I say massive, I mean he is truly massive. I'm quite tall and he stands a good 6 inches taller than me.
I have to look up to meet his eyes when he's standing.
I love that shit.

He's clearly very strong, his large muscles visible even under his heavy jacket.
His hair is dark, and he has pretty hazel eyes that light up when he sees me.
I can see light scars on his hands and face, they look good on him.
Make him look even more intimidating.

I pretend to not notice as he drags those college pricks outside, biting my lip as I see him punch the shit out of the one who put his hands on me.
Hot.
I act unaware when he comes back inside and sits at the bar.
Perfect. I love this part.

He doesn't always come up and get a drink from me. Sometimes he just watches.
I can just feel his eyes on my the entire time, and I have to resist the urge to look back at him.

When I ask him what happened to those guys he merely tells me
"Suggested they went home"
I smirk slightly at the answer, knowing better.
God his voice is hot. Deep.

I don't ask anything further, leaving him to go make his drink.
I purposely bend over slowly with my back to him, giving him a nice view of my ass as I grab a bottle from below the bar.
What? A girl can't have some fun too?

I smirk internally as I feel his gaze burning into my skin before I turn around, giving him his drink with a smile.
He sips on the drink the rest of the night.

I've noticed he never gets more than a drink, maybe two, but his eyes never leave me the whole night.
I act fucking oblivious.

After last call, I notice a 50 on the bar from him, pocketing it quickly before grabbing my things.
He always pays me way over what he owes me.
I used to be shocked at first, but now it's normal for me.

I see him lingering at the exit as I come out.
Adorable.

He never says much to me besides a quick drink order so when I hear his voice, it catches me off guard a bit.
"You want me to walk you to your car or something? It's late..." he says, almost in a nervous tone.

Fuck yes I do.
I tell him yes, trying to hide the fucking smile on my face as he walks right beside me to my car.
I have to hold in my laugh until I'm pulling out of the parking lot.

I can easily handle myself but who am I to say no to him when he asks so sweetly...

After a few minutes, I look in my rear view mirror seeing the familiar blacked out dodge charger following about a block behind.
Right on time.

I wonder if he's done this before... he's not very good at keeping a low profile. I laugh
I pull into my driveway.
My house is fairly secluded just outside the city, surrounded by forest in the back.
I don't see the car anymore, but I know he'll be here soon. He always is.

I make my way inside, opening up the curtains before heading to the kitchen to make myself some dinner.
Gotta give him a good view...
I turn on some music before making myself some pasta.
I'm starving.

I let my hips sway to the music as I move around the kitchen, chopping up an onion.
I begin making the sauce as the pasta boils.

Then I feel his eyes on me.
It makes my heart stop for a moment every single time.
I don't have to look out the window anymore to know he's there.
I can feel it.

I smile to myself as I move my hips to the music, stirring the sauce occasionally.
Once I'm finished, I put some of the pasta in a bowl, digging into it as I sit in a loveseat I have placed my the window.
I put on a show in the background but I can barely pay attention to it, knowing he's watching.

Eventually, my exhaustion from the day hits me as I get up to go to bed.
I make sure I lock the doors before heading upstairs.
Gotta make him work for it a little bit. Come on.

I head to the bathroom before slipping on some sweatpants and a tank top, getting into my bed.
I can feel his gaze on me until I finally turn off the lights.
I wonder if he'll come in tonight...