Obsession (Stalker #1) (4 page)

What in the hell am I supposed to say to that?

“Jake, are your ears broken? Because I specifically said I’m not sure I’m ready to meet Isabelle yet. We basically just happened last night and I’m not looking for an Insta-Brady Bunch family at the moment. I’m not trying to be a bitch here, Jake, but I’m not sure tonight is the right night to meet her.”

Oh my shit. He looks like I just killed his dog and I think I may have hurt his feelings. I don’t want to hurt him.

“Look, why don’t you hang with Isabelle tonight without me. I have plans tonight with my girls, anyway. Hence the twat waffle whore text from Dallas. It’s just drinks and I’ll give you a shout later. Is that cool?”
Is that a look of relief I see on his face?

“Abby, I can’t wait to have you in every aspect of my life. I know this is happening a bit fast, but it also feels like the most natural thing in the world to me. So, go have fun with your girls. Gimme a shout later, if you want. I’ve got to get going to pick up Izzy.”

Jake goes to gather his stuff and probably put his shirt on.
Such a shame to cover that chest!
While I wait for him to come back down, I text Dallas and tell her to be at my place tonight by seven. Jake comes back, stalking towards me. He looks like he is on a mission, for what, I’m not sure, but here he comes. He grabs my face with both hands and kisses me like his life depends on it. I willingly return the sentiment.
Did he just growl?
Oh my. He presses himself into me and I feel his cock straining and I know he wants more. I grind my pelvis into him.
Take that baby!
Two can play at this game and I’m always the winner.

“Baby, you taste so fuckin’ sweet I could stand here and kiss you all day.”

I’m sure it’s the French toast making me tasty right now, but I take the compliment and smile.

“Jake, I can’t wait to have a whole day to kiss every inch of you. Don’t think I didn’t notice those tattoos of yours, either. I plan on tracing them with my tongue. You may have won the battle last night, but the war isn’t over yet, baby.”

I know this sets him straight. I get that classic smirk of a grin that always makes me smile like an idiot. I’m almost positive he does that shit on purpose to get to me. I walk Jake to the door, his hand laced through mine, and tug him towards me one more time. I can’t get enough of the kissing! Kissing a man who knows how to kiss is one of the most sensual things I think a woman can feel. With his arms around my waist, I press myself up against him making sure to press my ample boobs right into his chest.
God, why can’t I even let him leave, for fuck’s sakes? Did I just purr?
I must have because his chuckle is letting me know he definitely heard me.

“Have fun with Isabelle tonight and I’ll call you later,” I say.

“Ok, baby, have a good time tonight and try to stay out of trouble, if you can.”

Like I ever mean to get into trouble.
Trouble finds me everywhere I go, but everything is always one hundred percent under control. Giving him my best Cheshire grin, I nod sweetly and say goodbye.

Sighing, I close the door behind him. I do the classic girly thing and dramatically press my back against the door and slide to the floor.

Oh, I’m in big, big trouble.

Thoughts of Abby are swirling through my head. As I leave, I’m digging through my pockets to find my keys and cell phone. I see someone by my Jeep. I keep walking and click the doors to unlock, startling the guy.

“Hey, Jake, nice to meet you.”

Who the fuck is this guy and how does he know my name?

“Uh, hey…”

“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Kevin and I live in one of the other apartments in the house.”

“Hey, Kevin, have we met before? You look really familiar.”

Staring straight at me, Kevin doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes, we’ve met a few times, actually. I’m a cop who frequents The Shelter so you’ve probably seen me around there. Hell, we may have even spoken a few times. I’ve had to come by to arrest some guys for you.”

Oh hell. “
Yeah, that’s right. You look different out of uniform. Have we been formally introduced?” I look Kevin dead in the eyes.

“Not really, but the walls are thin, my friend, and I heard Abby screaming like she was being murdered. I almost came over there with my gun until I heard her screaming, ‘Oh God, Jake! Don’t stop!’” 

Can you say awkward…
What the fuck am I supposed to say to this guy?
“Sorry about that, Kevin, we’ll try to keep it down next time. Nice to meet you and I guess I’ll see ya around.”

I shake his outstretched hand and then climb into my Jeep.
Is it me or was that weird?
I’m pretty sure it was weird because I’ve never had another grown ass man say that kind of shit to me, whether they heard people fucking or not. I’m going to have to ask Abby about him later. For now, I’m going to Tiff’s to pick up Isabelle.

I hope to hell Tiffany is not in a bitchy mood today.

It’s only about eleven in the morning so I have lots of time to kill before my bitches get here. I decide to check my Facebook and see what’s going on.
Blah, blah. OH! A cat video! Score!
I don’t know what it is, but cat pictures and cat videos fuckin’ kill me and I post them religiously. Speaking of, where is my handsome little devil Oreo? I holler for him and he comes running, sliding across the floor and slams into the wall. I wince. He really needs to work on his technique or at some point he’s liable to get brain damage.

Oreo comes over to the couch and curls up with me. We watch cat videos and post them on Facebook. I do a group post of some girls drinking and dancing. I tag Dallas, Nikki, Nat, Amanda, and Kim and tell them to be at my place seven sharp. It’s not often where all six of us have a night off at the same time, so when we do, we like to make the most of it.

Nikki and Nat are twins who are polar opposites. It’s like Nikki is the good twin and Nat is the bad one, but it all seems to balance out. They are redheads, or should I say were redheads. Nikki stayed red, while Nat recently went a darker brown. They have blue eyes and pale skin with a slight dusting of freckles on their faces. They are about five feet eight and never do the “twin” thing of dressing alike and they never have. Amanda is a sweet, fun bitch with blonde hair, hazel eyes, about five foot four and curvaceous. She’s gorgeous, but doesn’t know it. She works full time at The Barking Lot, an upscale doggie daycare in Etobicoke. Then, we have my sweet Kim, who is about five foot three, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a huge rack that she bought and paid for. She has a horrendous track record of looking for love in all the wrong places. We’ve all been friends for about five years now.

Working at The Shelter, I’ve made a lot of friends. We have different specialty areas at various locations. Dallas works in the section for women and children, while Nikki and Nat are both registered nurses at the nearby hospital where many of our “residents” from The Shelter frequent. Nikki works in the Psych Unit and Nat works in the Emergency Department. Kim also works at a hospital in the downtown area for women. She’s also a nurse, but calls herself a “baby catcher.” She helps deliver babies. I think that is some of the grossest shit I’ve ever witnessed.

Let me tell you about the time I met Kim. It was when I saw my Aunt Michelle give birth. Michelle invited me because she knows I can’t have kids and this would be the closest I’d get to see a baby being born. Nobody prepared me for what would happen when she went into labor. That was the most intense experience of my life. Have you seen a nurse ram what looks like a knitting needle up into a woman’s vagina?
No? Until then, me either.
I guess she needed to break her water. Whatever.

Then after a few more hours, Nurse Kim came in and was elbow deep in my aunt’s vagina putting monitors on the baby’s head.
No shit, this actually happened!
My poor aunt was so uncomfortable and in so much pain. I screamed for someone to give her drugs. All the while, her husband was reading a magazine. It’s their third kid, so I guess he’s used to whatever the fuck goes on here. I rubbed her back and let her squeeze the fuck out of my hand. It’s the least I could do.

About ten hours later, it was time. I really had no idea what to expect, having never pushed a kid out myself. So, I was peeking around her leg when HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! Her vagina stretched and looked like the Black Hole! How in the fuck did it get that big? My eyes were bugging out of my head! I have no idea what kind of look was on my face, but my aunt
actually asked
me
if I was ok. HA! Fuck no! I was so far from ok! I thought I might pass out! How could this be natural?

The baby’s head started to push through and I was feeling light headed. How in the fuck do women do this? Nurse Kim kept telling her to push and push.

Suddenly, BAM! A little boy was brought into the world. They named him Lucas James Lawson and he weighed ten pounds even. I started to cry at the most wonderful, beautiful, yet grossest thing, I had ever seen in my life. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was fucking dying. Nurse Kim looked at me and asked if I was ok. I stared at her blankly.

Kim said, “Let’s go take a walk for a minute.” She grabbed me by my arm and pulled me from the room. I am pretty sure Kim was talking to me, but I didn’t hear a word she said. It felt like my body was on auto pilot.

“Nobody died, Abby. A baby was born.”
Uh, hello! Nurse Kim, I was fuckin’ there and know what the hell happened!
My mind cannot process what I just witnessed. Kim checked my pulse and it was beating like a mother fucker. She took me to a room to lie down. She grabbed some kind of heart monitor apparatus and hooked me up to it.

“Abby, I know it feels like you are having a heart attack and dying, but I swear to you, you’re not. This is a full blown panic attack. I’m going to get a doctor to give you something to relax you so you can calm down.”

I stared at her blankly and nodded my head. I focused back to the ceiling. Kim came back with a doctor who gave me something and I immediately felt warm, tingly and floaty. I passed out.

We’ve been friends ever since.

I have some things I need to do today, so I won’t be able to watch Abby. The live video feed is not recorded and it would take too long to watch the recordings. I don’t want anything on my hard drive. I watch when I can. I do have a life and I need to do some planning today. I’m pretty sure it’s girls’ night and they are some rowdy bitches when they all get together. Abby, Dallas, Nikki, Nat, Amanda and Kim. I’ve seen them all, and to be honest, they make me laugh my ass off when they are together. I had no idea grown women were so weird when gearing up to go out together. I’ve seen them gather at Abby’s a few times and I’ve even gone out with them. Not that they knew it. But I’ve been there.

Watching.

I love to watch Abby dance her ass off. She moves her body in the most delicious ways and attracts all kinds of attention. She doesn’t mean to, but she can’t help it. I’ve watched numerous men hit on these women, but they gather in their own little circle and dance together so they don’t have to deal with random men hitting on them.

Except Kim. That one is looking for her soul mate, I’m pretty sure. It never seems to work out for her. She needs to set higher standards and stop letting every Romeo get in her pants. I’ll never understand why women accept anything less than they deserve. I know what Abby deserves, and it’s not that asshat Jake.

It’s me.

She will see soon enough.