I threw a piece of popcorn up into the air and caught it with my mouth, humming loudly. My gaze was locked firmly on the computer screens before me. Dozens of them, each one showing a different camera feed from inside the Volkov house. I’d planted them over the course of my time breaking in. I could have always logged into their feed and watched from there instead, but I wanted my own. Especially since they didn’t have them in the bedrooms.
The only bedroom I put a camera in was Lukyan’s, so I could watch him any time I wanted. My sweet, gorgeous Lukyan. Ahhhh. He was so dreamy with his long, dark hair and beautiful blue eyes.
It had been love at first sight.
He had to have felt it, too. It was far too strong, too cosmic for it to just be one-sided. For it to just be me. I was sure of it.
With my feet up on the desk, lounging back in my comfy leather chair, I watched the Volkovs in Papa D’s office, continuing to throw more popcorn into my mouth.
So, my Lukyan was arranged to marry another woman?
That sure as shit wasn’t going to happen.
Looked like I was going to have to adjust my plan a little bit, but that was okay. I quite enjoyed it when things didn’t go exactly my way. It was more fun like that.
Using the mouse, I zoomed in on Lukyan’s face, my pussy rippling. He had no idea how gorgeous he really was.
On the desk beside me sat my most precious belongings. The knife I’d taken from his bedroom. A lock of his hair. The dark t-shirt he’d been wearing when he was working out in that warehouse of theirs. Thousands of photos of him lined the wall behind the computer. Some taken from afar of him doing normal everyday things. Walking down the street. Getting into a car. Waiting in line for coffee. Some were taken a lot closer, like him sleeping in his bed.
My obsession was getting out of hand. I knew that. Understood it.
I just didn’t care.
Lukyan was mine, and no one was going to stop me from having him.
Not even him.
