Turning my head, I look over at him. He’s watching me, his gaze flicking from the phone in my hand to my eyes. His lips twitch into a grin.
“Go get your fuckin’ woman, hombre.”
Chapter Eight
AVAH
Someone is watching me. The sensation follows me around all day long and it’s not the handsome biker who is camped out right outside of the lot.
His gaze never leaves me, not when I have a customer, not when I walk through the rows of cars, not even when I go inside of my office. But it’s not his gaze that has me uncomfortable, it’s someone else’s.
It’s been three days since I started staying with Keaston. True to his word, he hasn’t tried anything, but he’s migrated from the couch to the bed and sleeps next to me now. It’s weird, but it’s also comforting and makes me feel safe, so I haven’t kicked him out. Plus, he doesn’t even try to touch me, he simply—sleeps.
He’s only the third man that I have ever slept next to. Layne was the first, Hawk the second, and now Keaston. I feel bad though, like I’m leading him on, even though I’ve told him that I don’t feel anything for him, and probably never will. He keeps saying that in time, I will, that he’s patient and he’s proven to be telling the truth, at least for three days.
I don’t know how long a man’s patience can last, I’ve never experienced patience when it comes to men. I honestly didn’t know that they even had it.
The sensation of someone’s eyes on my back causes me to freeze in the middle of the lot. Turning my head, I look over my shoulder, but once again nobody is there. I scan the lot, the street, and across the street, but nothing looks out of place.
With a heavy sigh, I head back inside of the dealership and toward my desk to do some much-needed paperwork. Pressing my lips together, I sink down in my chair and turn my laptop back on.
Starting to enter the information from my paperwork, I completely lose track of time as I become hyperfocused on the work in front of me. By the time I’m completely caught up, I lift my head, looking around the room, and blink twice at the sight.
It’s dark outside, the dealership is empty and I seem to be completely alone. “Well shit,” I mutter to myself.
I quickly pack up my things and grab my purse, along with my keys from the bottom drawer. Before I head out, I make my way toward the bathroom. I don’t even know how long I have been focused on work, but I need to get the hell out of here and go home.
Guilt consumes me at the thought of Keaston sitting outside waiting for me for hours while I ignore everything and everyone, too focused to even realize what’s happening around me. Making my way into the bathroom, I hurry as quickly as I can and wash my hands before gathering all of my things and flip all of the lights off.
Taking one step out of the dark hallway, I freeze. There is a dark shadow a few feet in front of me hugging the wall. I can’t make out his face, or anything else about him other than he is built like a man, tall and wide, and wearing what appears to be a suit.
“Your time is almost up,” he rasps.
“Who are you?” I demand.
Naturally, he doesn’t answer me. Instead, he clears his throat and begins to speak with that raspy voice again. I halfway expect him to say he’s Batman, but he never does. I almost wish that he would, because the words that he actually says are terrifying.
“That biker won’t be able to protect you forever, Avah. I’ll end him, then take you. I’m just biding my time. It’s almost time and I can’t wait to take you, to tie you up, to keep you and to ruin you.”
“Please, just leave me alone,” I beg.
I don’t care if I sound weak, I don’t care if it makes me vulnerable. I just want to live my life, to be left alone. I just want to try and be normal, whatever that means.
“That ship sailed when Layne disappeared and you stopped offering yourself. When I found out that you were part of the reason he disappeared and with it my steady supply of girls. You’re going to atone for that, Avah. Then, you’re going to be what I need, what I want, and what I desire until you die. But until I’m ready, I’m enjoying watching you live your life in fear.”
I gasp, taking a couple steps backward, my back slamming against the wall behind me. He doesn’t make a move, not a single one toward me or anywhere else. Instead, he watches me from his dark place, not moving, not even an inch.
“Leave me the hell alone,” I shout.
He snorts, then I hear a noise from the front door and turn my head to see Keaston barging through it. He calls out my name and I turn my head to look at the stranger, but he’s gone. Staying in my spot, I call out to Keaston and a few seconds later he’s standing right in front of me.
“What the hell?” he barks.
“He was here,” I whimper as my knees give out and my back slides down the wall, my ass slamming against the floor hard.
Keaston doesn’t come over to me, instead, he rushes out the only direction the stranger could have gone, leaving me alone on the floor. I’m okay with being alone though, I prefer it right now. I don’t need him to comfort me, I just want to be left the fuck alone.
It doesn’t take long for a breathless Keaston to return. I’m still sitting on the floor, my back against the wall and staring at absolute nothingness ahead of me. I can’t speak, can’t force my body to move,
