Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
It's when I get to my email that things change. There's another message from the stalker, and just like before, it makes my blood run cold.
You think you're safe, Blair, but you're not. I'm closer than you think, and I'll be coming for you soon. Do you think that, after what I told you yesterday, you can just run to Brian's penthouse and hide away? Just wait. You won't know when or how, but it'll happen. Everyone will know what a little slut you are. I promise you.
My hands are trembling, and I'm not sure what to do. I could tell Brian, but even if he hasn't displayed it to me yet, there was an air of violence about him when he came to let me back in the building last night. I don't want anyone to get hurt, and Brian said he had someone looking into the incident anyway. And I'm fine, really. This person hasn't done anything yet, and who knows, they might not even be capable of anything.
With a sigh, I shut my phone off and decide to explore Brian's apartment while I wait for him. Maybe if I distract myself, the fear will go away.
The kitchen is massive and filled with high-end appliances. The marble countertops are immaculate, and the island in the center is huge. It's the perfect place for cooking, and I can imagine having a party here, with the grill and the bar on the terrace.
The living room is just as luxurious. It's big and open, with plush couches and a huge TV. There's a fireplace, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the city. It's amazing. I head upstairs, and the first thing I see is a huge home gym.
The next room is the master bedroom, and it's just as amazing as the rest of the house. The king-size bed is made of dark wood, and the comforter is a rich navy blue. It's been made, any clues as to what he and I did last night long cleaned up, and it makes me feel flushed just to remember it all. The floor is covered in a thick, plush rug, and there's an en suite bathroom.
It's a little too big for one person, and my cheeks flame when I realize what that means. Maybe...Maybe Brian won't mind sharing this space with me. Maybe we can live together here.
I push the thought away. That's crazy. I've only known the man for a few days, and it's way too soon to be thinking about moving in together. Besides, what if he doesn't want to? What if he wants me to stay in my own place? What if–
"Blair? Baby, are you here?"
I shake my head, push the thoughts away, and step out of the bedroom. "Yeah, I'm here."
Brian's eyes light up when he sees me, and he strides over, wrapping his arms around me. "How was the spa?"
"It was amazing. Thank you."
He lifts my face with two fingers under my chin, kissing me soundly. "Of course. Anything for my girl."
My girl. His words fill me with warmth. I like how that sounds on his lips.
"Come on," he says. "Let's eat. I'm starving."
7
BLAIR
I spend most of the week with Brian, being pampered and adored. We go out to eat at fancy restaurants, and we visit the local museums and galleries. On Thursday, we even go for a helicopter ride. It's magical, and I'm falling for him faster than I ever thought possible.
By Friday, though, I can't help but feel restless.
I've enjoyed the week off, but I'm used to working, and I want to do something productive. So I grab Brian before he leaves and ask if he would mind if I worked remotely for a little while.
"Of course not, baby. If you want to work, you can work."
"Thank you," I tell him and kiss him. "I'll be done by tonight, I promise."
"Good." He smiles and smacks my ass, sending me off to work.
The hours fly by working in Brian's home office, and before I know it, the day is over. But it isn’t just the work day that’s over… if our original timeline is still standing, the day after tomorrow will be time to pack up and go home. As I gather my things from the office, a pang of sadness hits me. This week has been incredible, and I'm not ready to go back to reality.
I move to shut down the computer, but then, a new email pops up. I have a bad feeling about what it might entail. We've both ignored the existence of the stalker for the most part, Brian working behind the scenes to try and find the person's identity. I never showed him the second email, too worried that he’d put me under lock and key out of concern for my safety. I also thought that maybe once the stalker realized I wasn't scared, they'd give up.