It’s late so I don’t want to call the guy and wake him up if he’s already passed out for the night. I place my phone on the charger and walk into the adjoining bathroom. Glancing at the ‘his and her’ sinks, I realise that I have never brought a woman back here before. That the her side of this bathroom hasn’t ever been touched. Why is it only now that all I can picture is one particular woman in here. The thought of bending Kinsley over the black marble top counter whilst she watches herself come, over and over again, consumes me. Fuck, I groan as my dick grows in my pants; she is so damn mesmerising when she falls apart for me.

Stepping under the shower, I let it wash away the thoughts of what I want to do to my curvy little brunette and they quickly flick back to whoever was following us today. My fist slams into the tiled wall. I know what I need to do. Kinsley isn’t going to like it, but what she doesn’t know is that I would do anything for her, even if that means she ends up resenting me. Resenting me, I can live with, it’s the alternative that I fear, existing in a world without her.

After the shower, I dry off and wrap my towel around my hips, making my way downstairs to my office. Punching in a few codes, I quickly bring up the live stream of security cameras on Kinsley’s apartment. I have access to all the properties we manage, not that I’m supposed to look over them. Kinsley however, is a risk I’m willing to take.

I look back over the past forty-eight hours of footage, pausing and zooming in on any vehicle that doubles back past her house. After almost three hours, I press pause on a blacked-out SUV that matches the one I saw today. Zooming in, I take a screenshot and forward it to my phone, taking note of the registration plates too. It’s a start for now.

* * *

Jesse

I slept in again.

“Lou-loo,” I grumble. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

She tilts her head to the side, almost as if to say ‘I tried’ which, in her defence, she probably did.

There’s no time to shower, instead I brush my teeth and splash some water onto my face, before getting dressed and rushing out into the kitchen. I toss some dog biscuits into Lou’s bowl and freshen up her water before grabbing my pile of school reports from the table and head for the door. I run through a mental checklist as I place the reports into my laptop satchel.

Reports - tick. Lunch - no time. Phone and wallet - shit, where are they?