Smiling, I pull up the camera feed of her house on my phone and click through until I find Addie sitting on her bed, staring at her phone. I was alerted when she took out the camera in her bedroom, and it wasn’t hard to sneak in while she was out and set up my own. Though I can’t see her face very well, it doesn’t take a telescope to see she’s glaring holes into the screen. She’s pretty fun when she’s angry. Her thumbs start moving a mile a minute, and I can’t help but laugh when she slam dunks the phone on her pillow after she hits send. My phone buzzes a second later. ADDIE: He tricked her, just like what you’re trying to do to me. And then he killed her. Just like I’m sure you’ll eventually try to do too. I roll my eyes at her dramatics and hit the call button. She picks up the phone but doesn’t speak. I hear her breathing softly through the receiver, and I wish I were there to lick her pulse. To feel it drumming against my tongue. I love that I scare her. “You done being dramatic?” I ask, letting her hear the amusement in my voice. She huffs, and I can picture the scowl on her face. My cock hardens in my jeans, swelling to the point of pain in a matter of seconds. “Dramatic? You think Gigi being murdered by her stalker is dramatic? Do you think being stalked at all is something to take lightly?” “Well, of course not,” I reply. “People die all the time from crazed stalkers.” My honesty stuns her into silence. “Addie, baby, you’re smart for being scared. Very smart. But why would I want you to fall in love with something fake?” She snorts. “You really think I’d fall in love with you?” “You’re really going to act like you wouldn’t? If I approached you in that bookstore and asked you on a date, I’d woo you, charm you, show you a pretty fake smile and treat you like a queen, all while lying to your face. Is that really what you want?” Silence greets me again. She can’t say no, and she knows it. “Why can’t you just be decent and not feel the need to stalk me?” “Because then I wouldn’t be true to myself, little mouse. I love that I scare you. I love that you try to run from me. The push and pull. The cat and mouse game. I fucking Jove it. And I think a part of you does, too.” She scoffs at me. “You’re fucking insane if you think I love you scaring me. But then again, I already knew you were.” I smile. I can’t remember the last time I genuinely smiled before I inserted myself into this beautiful creature’s life.