𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Stalker who

Images of Ava and me taken while we were dancing, walking, laughing even a picture of us kissing lay across the floor as I sit with my legs crossed pondering who is behind all these pictures.  I do have a suspect but it doesn't make sense. 

The creep who followed Ava being the man taking the pictures would make complete sense but for some reason my mind goes back to the nuisance who consider himself to be my rival on track. I can't shake the feeling that he is watching me closely outside racing. 

The other day he was the reason for me to leave early when I dropped Ava at Elite's mansion. I got a message from one of my college mate saying there was a stranger who forced my schedule out of him. He couldn't give me much details about the stranger other than few physical traits which matches "Killer". 

I didn't think much about it since I don't give a fuck about anybody but now it feels like I have made a mistake by taking him lightly. These pictures were dropped at the top of my car without any explanation. 

If it was the creep then it makes no sense for me to be in the pictures so my suspect is killer. But then again why would he want to follow me and Ava when his sole aim is to defeat me on the track. Or may be that's not his aim at all. 

Perhaps its neither the creep nor killer but a third person whom I am completely unaware of and that thought doesn't sit well with me. I look at the pictures trying to remember if I saw killer anywhere near us when they were taken but come up with no memory. 

I gather all the pictures and put them into the same envelope when I hear her voice outside. Ava bursts open my bedroom door with her hands on hips looking damn angry. My brows frown looking at the invisible smoke coming out of her ears when she marches towards me. 

She throws a envelope at me which I catch but the contents spill on my bed. Images of me and few different girls in intimate positions are scattered across leaving a fuming goddess beside me. 

I take one glance at her and she looks ready to kill me with her hands fisted by her side tapping her feet on ground.  

"Care to explain" she practically spat the words out. 

"I don't see anything that needs to be explained" I say calmly. 

"Fuck you, Eli" she turns to leave the room when I pull her back to me making her struggle. 

"Take your hands off me" she squirms in my arms but I keep her glued to me. 

I nuzzle my face in her neck, one hand encircled around her waist and the other one playing with her hair. 

"But I like my hands on you" I swirl a strand of hair with my fingers. 

"And I don't. How fucking dare you touch other women?" she hisses. 

"How do you know the pictures were taken recently?"  That shut her up. 

"Why would anyone send your old pictures to me?" her voice comes out low. 

"I don't know starlight. Might be someone who wants you desperately away from me" 

She tries to look at me and I let her turn. A visible line of confusion appears on her face as she raises her hand to my face and cups it. 

"Or some obsessive bitch who wants you for herself" she says while stroking my cheek. 

A possibility I would have considered if not for the pictures that I received. They were sent to me  as a warning, a taunt to my face saying someone has been following us and I have no clue about it. I contemplate telling her about the pictures I have, she needs to know that someone is deeply involved in our life without our knowledge. Ava is not a child, I am not going to hide things and put her in the back seat.