SHE'LL BE home any minute now.
I slipped my mask over my face, hiding the bottom half of it as I pressed the protective glasses just over my eyes.
Knowing not to make Cameron suspicious (by looking busy), I revved my chainsaw and let it rumble, starting to work on the bush that I'd been taming for the last couple days.
I was Cameron's caretaker for her house. I took care of everything... but that's not why I came here every day.
I came here for her.
To see her. To be with her. To watch her.
I was truly captivated by her.
And—as I kept sawing the bush—almost minutes later her car bumped up onto the driveway.
I turned off the chainsaw, gazing up immediately.
Her friend wasn't with her this time... she was completely alone.
But her small form slipped out from the driver's side, circling around to the backseat to capture her backpack.
My eyes followed her when she closed the car door and glanced over at me.
I just waved at her casually.
She stared for a moment before her eyes moved to the bush, and her brows drew together.
She then gazed back up at me and slowly waved back, turning to go back up her porch steps seconds later.
I watched her with ease.
When her small figure vanished into the house, I immediately dropped the chainsaw and stood fully.
It was almost nine... she had always been in bed by nine-thirty.
I just silently pulled out my white mask from my pocket, sliding it over my face.
And then quietly, I walked over to her front door.
She goes inside, gets dressed for bed, and then reads on the couch.
I memorized her daily schedule after all these years.
I also knew very well not to show her my face... because it would be better if she didn't know Asher Wolfe was her house's caretaker.
A small smile spilt my lips as I came through her front door (she left it unlocked until she went to bed), and I just went into her house.
The halls were dark like usual, letting me know immediately that she was reading right now.
I just continued further into her house, my black boots clicking on the floors as I glanced from each hallway door before making it to her own.
I then slipped into the entrance, peering into the room.
She was sitting on the couch in the room full of books, her back facing me as she dove deep into one of her favorite dark romances.
She loved dark romances. Read them every night... it was adorable.
I stepped slowly over to her and peered down at her curiously.
She just flipped the page, holding onto the book tightly as she kept herself immersed in the story.
I just tipped my head to the side, watching her curiously.
She was completely oblivious to me being there. Like she was every night.
Her black hair covered most of her face, her ruby-painted fingernails silently picking at her lip as she read... and her lashes so long, casting soft shadows down her face.
I just watched her for now, because that's all I wanted to do.
I didn't want her to know I was here just yet.
She gasped suddenly and flipped the page, gripping the book even tighter.
I watched with ease, my head falling to the side as I saw her reflection in the window in front of me.
She kept nervously picking her lip... her eyes completely focused on the book, and I could hear the gentle stream of music coming from her earbuds.
God... the reflection was so odd.
A couch centered in the middle of the room, a small girl on it with gorgeous dark hair... only in a large sweatshirt and panties. A book settled in her hands—a blackened cover with a skull on it—and just behind her... stood a tall, broad man watching her with a tipped head... a white mask shaped like a skull... concealing his expression fully.
You seem so immersed in the story, my angel. Yet you don't see what's happening to you in the moment.
She just flipped the page again, her thighs tightening together as the story kept going.
She did that whenever she got to a steamy part.
"I can be your fantasy..." I whispered low.
She didn't hear me, the music in her earbuds drowning out my voice.
I just gently picked up a strand of her hair with my black gloves, letting it slip through my fingers.
She quickly batted her head as if she thought I was a bug.
I just took a couple steps back, my smile widening, but the mask completely covered it.
She flipped the page again, drawing her legs up to a better position.
I felt my lashes lower as I continued staring at her. "I want you."
She continued reading, gently pulling some hair over her shoulder and then started gently twirling it.
"Don't you want to be mine?" I asked her then, stepping back over to her.
I then knelt by her head, gently touching the tips of her black hair so softly that she didn't feel it.
She clearly got to another steamy part, because her thighs squeezed together again, and I watched the bottom of her panties dampen slightly.
"Do you wish that's you?" I whispered quietly. "Do you wish for me to all those things to you? The things he does to her?"
Her music continued blasting through her earbuds, making my lips curl.
"It's a good thing you can't hear me, little one."
I then stood, gently backing off to the doorway as I watched her with ease.
It only took two minutes, but she finally set the book down, tearing the earbuds out from her ears.
I immediately hid behind the closet door.
Silently, she stood, stepping over to the shelf and standing on her tiptoes.
I watched quietly as she pushed the book into the shelf, her lace panties glistening pink as the shirt rose above them.
And she settled back onto her feet, turning to the doorway.
I kept myself in the shadows, hidden just enough so she didn't see me.
She walked over to the door of the room and flipped off the lights, letting out a soft sigh as she gently massaged her head.
My eyes followed her as she stepped out to the dining room and locked the front door, and then she made her way upstairs.
My smile grew.
I'm right here. Yet you don't see me.
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IT TOOK MAYBE five minutes of Cameron getting ready for bed, I finally found myself following her as she made it to her bedroom, and she just slipped into bed seconds later, flipping off her bedside lamp and clicking on the fan.
She always needs white noise.
I just stood in the shadows, watching her curiously as she shifted in her bed and onto her back.
She's going to do it again.
As if on queue, Cameron just shifted again, arching her back softly as her hand slipped down and into her panties.
I felt my cock harden immediately, making me wince at the burning pain.
But I ignored it, my smirk forming, and I watched her with ease as she started moaning, her toes curling as she desperately stroked herself.
Naughty girl.
Her scattered moans filled the room, desperate and needy, and her eyes were squeezed shut, clearly picturing that someone else was touching her.
Who?
Her hand moved effortlessly under her small panties, swirling the wetness all over her clit as her head tipped back in pleasure.
"Yes..." she whispered, arching her back as she stroked faster. "I'm gonna come! Make me come! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
And then she cried out, letting out a soft moan as her entire body stiffened, the orgasm rattling through her so beautifully.
Her expression was lovely... so etched in pleasure and yet so soft... rosy and innocent.
I wanted to stand here forever.
But—after a moment—her back relaxed into the bed, and she took small little breaths before closing her eyes.
She looked so peaceful now... as if she'd never touched herself in the first place.
Sound asleep in seconds.
I wanted to stay here forever, but...
I have a problem in my pants I need to fix.
Word Count: 1412
a/n
The book is called "The Stalker", what did you expect?
Two chapters back to back? Who am I? Amazing, that's what.
Anyways, I hope ya'll are enjoying this so far. It's so fun to write.
Anything you're expecting later?
- Aspen
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