Never had I found someone so captivating. Every small gesture she made—whether it was a soft squeak or an adorable act—never failed to bring a smile to my face. The emotions she stirred in me were unlike anything I had ever felt, almost as if she had performed a reverse exorcism on my soul. "I better go, see you around, little bunny," I said, forcing myself to walk away, though every fiber of my being wanted to stay with her.
Despite my vast wealth, owning more than half of the country's buildings and assets, I had never paid much attention to this particular condominium. But now, the thought of spending more time and money here didn't seem so bad. This girl had piqued my interest, and I was willing to do whatever it took to see her again.
"Micheal," I called out to my assistant as I sat in my office, gazing out at the city's skyline through a massive tinted window. "Yes, sir?" he responded promptly, adjusting his glasses. "Any new tenants at the Blouché?" I asked, pouring champagne into my glass.
"Yes, sir. Four new tenants: two in the penthouse, one in the Deluxe Suite, and one in the normal suite," he reported. "The normal suite—who's in it?" I inquired, savoring the rich flavor of Goût de Diamants as I took a sip. "Jean Morisette Paquén Caroit," Micheal replied.
"Full details, Micheal," I demanded, my tone leaving no room for hesitation. He swallowed nervously before continuing. "Jean Morisette Paquén Caroit, 22 years old, recently moved from Birmingham, United Kingdom. She's living in Room 76 on the 7th floor." I smirked, gesturing for him to leave. "Take the night off. I have something to take care of," I ordered. Micheal nodded, quickly exiting the room.
Alone, I finished my drink and dialed a number on my phone. "Hello, sir. How may I assist you?" a voice answered. "I have a job for you. There's a new girl in one of my buildings. I need all the information you can get on her. I'll send you her name—ten thousand will be transferred to your account upon completion," I said, placing my glass down. The man on the other end eagerly accepted the task. "Of course, sir. We'll get started immediately." I ended the call, sending him her name.
"Oh, little bunny, what exactly have you done to make me so intrigued?" I laughed, running my hand through my hair.
The next day, Micheal read the information sent by Mendoza while I adjusted the sleeves of my blouse. "Jean moved from Birmingham, no known relatives. She was separated from her sister at age ten. Both parents are unknown, with her father's identity kept secret by the authorities. Her sister was adopted, but she wasn't. Relationship status: single, studying criminology, currently unemployed. She's enrolled at Houvre University. French-Filipino, favorite color is green, birthday: March 3, 2002." Micheal listed off the details, but I wasn't interested in the mundane.
"Send ten thousand to Mendoza, and an extra three for finding out her relationship status," I instructed, glancing out the car's tinted windows. "Sir, you're obsessed," Micheal chuckled. "Why do you say that?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. "You're smiling at her pictures like a lovesick teenager," he teased. "You caught me. Now shut up," I smirked, keeping my eyes on her photos.
We drove back to my penthouse, where I dismissed Micheal but asked him to leave the tablet with the information on the coffee table. After he left, I retrieved a bottle of 1947 Cheval-Blanc from my liquor stash, poured myself a glass, and settled into the living room with the tablet. I couldn't help but smile as I looked through Jean's photos—graduation, high school, senior year—all without a single family member in sight. Micheal was right; I was obsessed. But I didn't care.
Over the next few days, I found myself wandering the Blouché corridors, hoping to bump into her. The thought of seeing her flustered face again, her curly brown hair and chubby cheeks, was enough to drive me mad. When I finally spotted her, my heart raced. She was focused on her phone, her brows furrowed in concentration. I couldn't resist the urge to reach out and place my hand on her head. "Watch where you're going, Little Bunny," I teased.
