Staring into his lust-filled eyes, I couldn’t hold back the rising burn which was now coursing through me. Call it the alcohol, call it the way he looked with his sexy eyes and taut muscles. At that moment, I knew I wouldn’t be going home alone tonight.
*****
After another two hours of chatting, laughing, and dancing, Louisa left with Calvin and Eddie, and I left with Brad.
The whole ride home in the cab all I wanted to do was climb on top of Brad and kiss him with everything I had. I knew I was drunk, and I knew I was acting on impulse, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. It was why I went out in the first place, wasn’t it?
Getting out of the cab, I fumbled in my bag for my keys. All the while, Brad was kissing my neck from behind. It was making getting the keys out that much harder.
Giggling, I managed to somehow retrieve the keys and put them in the lock. Once I got it open, Brad pinned me to the wall in the hallway and ravished my lips. His mouth was soft, hungry, and inviting. It wasn’t as sexy as I imagined it to be, but nice nonetheless.
Pulling away, we quickly got in the lift and up to my flat. Once inside, I flicked the lights on. Brad grabbed me again and pulled me in for another embrace. I could feel how hard he was and knew he wanted me.
Managing to pry myself away, I looked at him breathlessly. “I just have to get some water.”
Brad nodded and I went off to my kitchen to perform my nightly rituals. I was like clockwork every day. One glass of water the minute I got in, even under these circumstances.
Walking into the kitchen, I opened the fridge door without switching on the lights. I went through the contents and found a bottle of Perrier. Just the ticket. Taking a swig, I still had the door open when Brad walked in and switched the light on. I smiled and closed the door.
Suddenly, his smile turned into a frown as he stared at the fridge. Frowning myself, I wondered what had caught his eye. I turned my head and got the shock of my life.
Dropping the glass bottle, I gasped. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing on my fridge door. He must have known I would come in with Brad, and he must have known the first thing I would do would be to get a glass of water.
Staring at me now was a note from my stranger, printed in big bold letters.
GET HIM OUT!
“Shit, you never said you were married or with anyone. I don’t do this kind of thing with girls who are attached. It’s too much fucking hassle.”
Still in shock, I followed Brad back into the living room, watching him grab his coat. I should have told him. He was a policeman, after all. I should have explained about my stalker who had been breaking in and rummaging through my flat on a regular basis for three years. For some reason, I couldn’t get the words out. I should have said them, but I had this need to protect this stranger. He was my stranger, after all.
After a few seconds of silence, the only thing that left my lips was, “I’m sorry. I thought we didn’t have that kind of relationship, but I’m obviously wrong.”
Sighing, Brad put his coat on. “What do you mean?” He shook his head and walked to the door. “Oh, never mind. Nice meeting you.”
Hearing the door slam shut, I just sank back in my chair. For some reason, I didn’t feel so drunk anymore. Also, for some strange reason, I wasn’t angry. I should have been angry. Whoever he was had been stalking me for God knows how long, been going through my belongings for over three years, and now it seemed he wanted to control my love life. He knew everything there was to know about me, and now he obviously felt like he had some sort of claim on me.
Thinking about it some more, I realized then that he must have followed me tonight. He must have known I was coming home with him and, somehow, got back to my flat before I did.
It was at that moment I wondered if he was still here. How could he possibly have gotten back, wrote that note, and disappeared before I came in? One had to wonder.
With anticipation crawling all the way up my body, I rose from my chair, stumbled a little, then proceeded to make my way through all the rooms.
I didn’t find anything, of course. It was only once I got into the bedroom that I saw another note pinned to my bed. Laughing, I realized he must have put it there just in case I didn’t stick to my daily water ritual.
Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t just jealous. He was possessive. The words scribbled across the paper told me as much.
You are mine!
Sighing, I found myself saying, “If you think I’m yours, why don’t you ever show yourself? Come out, come out, wherever you are.” I giggled.
Standing there for a few seconds, I began to realize all that was greeting me was silence.
Taking the hint, I dropped the note and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I wasn’t going to stew too much on this tonight. I was too drunk and too tired to dwell on what had taken place. Tomorrow was another day. I had to find out, once and for all, who this guy was.