His Possession

4

1 WEEK LATER

HER

"Are you following me?" I asked, without looking back.

What he didn't know was that when he attempted to stalk me, I followed back him to his mansion and found some really interesting information.

For one, his full name was Dexter David Daniels. Two, he owned many, many things in this city, he practically owned half of it. Three, he is the only son of Edward Daniels, he had only daughters after Dexter. It was quite intriguing.

I didn't have to wait long for his answer, well question. "How did you know, Lizzie?" Dexter stepped around me until he was in my face.

Way too close to my face. "Move back," I commanded.

With a small, annoying smirk, he shook his head no.

I frowned, getting majorly annoyed by his mere presence. "Why not? This is my personal space, get out of it."

He leaned even closer. "Get use to it, Lizzie, I'll be in more things then just your personal space."

My heart stopped. He couldn't possible be thinking about doing that with me... right? "No. I will never be intimate with you. You've been following me home for a whole week."

He arched an eyebrow. "How did you know I have been following you, Lizzie?"

I scoffed. He was so terrible at stalking a toddler would do a better job. "You are incredibly sloppy. I was aware from it from the moment I started walking."

He snagged a belt loop of my jeans. "That doesn't answer my question, little faerie." He said, lowly, huskily.

Why did I feel suddenly tiny at that tone of voice. Why did it make me want to go to my knees in front of him. I shook my head, annoyed with myself. "With my background, you have to certain things."

I stepped back, but didn't let go of his eyes. I kneed in the balls and he instantly went to his knees. "Stop following me." And I ran back to my house.

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I peaked out my curtains but didn't see him or anybody, so I moved back and got ready for bed.

I slipped on a pair of tiny, cotton shorts and long sleeved shirt with clouds all over them. I also put on a pair of stripped, knee high socks.

I wanted to go to sleep but I also didn't at the same time. I didn't want to dream of... him.

Holding back a shiver, I hopped beneath the quilt and went to sleep.