The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: VISITING TINY SHACK

Abigail

My breath locked in my throat. Fear sat like a lump the size of Texas, leaving me unable to swallow, unable to breathe

Unable to move an inch.

Annette rushed out of the bedroom, her hair wet and dripping all over the carpet. She had a towel wrapped around her, her hand clamped over her mouth, water dripping down her body as she looked at me, fear deep in her eyes.

Yeah, I couldn’t believe it. The audacity of that pathetic prick!

"Come on, Lana,"

He called her Lana because that was the false name Annette had dropped and yet somehow he had been able to find her real address.

That piece of scum.

Annette’s eyes were round as saucers above her fingers, and I was sure I had the same expressions on my face.

She pointed at the door and mouthed, "How?"

No fucking idea. Dennis wouldn’t have let him in. He must have snuck in. How did he even know which unit was our apartment?

God, this was a mess. I couldn’t let Annette face him alone. I might as well put an end to it.

I moved toward the door but Annette rapidly closed the gap between us and grabbed my arm.

Her fingers dug in hard, shaking her head. She pulled me back toward the bedroom hallway and whispered harshly.

"If he sees you he’ll know. He’ll know we’re connected. If he knows that-"

"I’m not letting you answer that door. I don’t care, I’m the one who brought him into our lives, I’ll take him right out."

"Abby." Her grip tightened around my arm "If he figures out we’ve been working together it’s over. Everything, your parents, Cole’s death, All of it goes with us." Her eyes held mine. "He could kill us both and nobody would ever know what really happened."

"That’s exactly why you’re not answering that door!" I whisper-yelled. "He’s a psycho, Annette. I’m not letting him within ten feet radius of you."

"I can handle him." She bit out, "I talked to him before, didn’t I? It’s no biggie."

"That’s exactly how this happened. Annie please, please, I’ll answer the door and you call the police."

"Get in the bedroom, Abby," She grunted, snatching a hoodie off the couch in the living room and yanking it over her towel.

She didn’t give me a chance to protest and immediately headed for the door. I ran to the bedroom, grabbing a baseball bat souvenir that we had bought at a game some months ago, tightening my grip around it as I tiptoed to the hallway, peeking from the corner.

My heartbeat was so loud in my ears I thought it would shake the whole building.

"Oh my god." Annette gushed at the door. "I wasn’t expecting you, Gavin,"

"I know." The bastard had the guts to sound smug as stalking a woman was perfectly normal. I couldn’t see his face, but Annette so much as whimpered, I was going to storm out there and bash his face with every ounce of strength in my body. "I kept thinking about you. Can I come in?"

Like hell you will.

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