The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: THE STALKER

Abigail

"He’s outside again."

Annette’s voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers curled around the edge of the curtain, pulling it back half an inch.

I crossed the room in four steps and peeked over her shoulder.

Gavin, the henchman, stood at the building entrance below, his hands in his jacket pockets. The doorman had both arms out, blocking his way and shaking his head rapidly.

Their mouths were moving. Even from up here I could see the tension in Gavin’s jaw. Was he going to hurt Dennis too? He had been stalking Annette the past few days. This was the third time he had shown up at our apartment trying to get in. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Oh my god, he’s going to attack poor Dennis," Annette whispered, clamping a hand over her mouth. "Is he psychotic?"

"He is a murderer Annie, of course he’s fucking psychotic." I spat, pulling away from her to go to the door. I had to stop him before he hurt Dennis or anyone else. Annette yanked me back and pointed.

A couple turned the corner to the street. An elderly man walked his dog past the entrance. Gavin’s eyes flickered to them briefly and then he stepped back, said something to the doorman that sounded very close to "Fuck You" before walking away.

Annette dropped the curtains and slid down the wall until she hit the floor. Her hands were pressed flat to her knees, her eyes were wound up close tightly. "Well that was thrilling,"

It wasn’t. I knew she was terrified. Hell, I was terrified. The dark circles under her eyes had been there since Tuesday. She jumped at every knock. Last night I heard her get up at two in the morning and check the front door lock twice.

This was my fault.

Every single bit of it was mine.

"Annie." I dropped down beside her on the floor.

"I’m fine." She opened her eyes and gave a small weak smile. "I’m completely fine. He didn’t get in. Dennis wouldn’t let him in."

"I’m sorry. You met him because you were trying to protect me from getting caught. You would never have met him if not for me. I’m so sorry, Annette."

"Oh come on, it’s not your fault he’s an obsessive son of a bitch," she pushed herself up off. "I’ve been wanting a bath all morning. Do we have that lavender thing left or did you use it?"

"It’s on the second shelf,"

She squeezed my shoulder once before walking into the bedroom to take a shower.

It was a Saturday and both of us were trapped inside because there was a murderer who was now obsessed with my best friend.

I never should have gotten her involved in this in the first place. My phone buzzed on the sofa and reluctantly I trudged towards it.

Finnegan : I can’t see you. I’m at Arthur’s party and I don’t see those blue eyes anywhere.

My lips curled up in a smile. I shook my head at the bluntness. It was kind of sweet. My stomach grew all fuzzy as I typed back

Me: I couldn’t come.

Three dots appeared immediately but then they disappeared and my phone buzzed with a call instead.

His name flashed on the screen and I picked it, my heart racing in delight. I’d missed hearing his voice.

"Why can’t you come?"

"Why, good afternoon to you too, Mr Wolfe," I teased, dropping on the sofa. "Something came up."

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