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I polish off my bowl of stew, and of course it’s perfect. Just like her. This isn’t the first time I've had her food. It’s also not the only time I've been inside her house. After learning as much as I could about her online, I realized I needed more. There are certain things you can’t learn by reading up on someone. You need to be in their space to truly understand them.
I’ve always been the obsessive type. Typically, it's with a work project. Once I lock in on something, I need to know everything. But my obsession has never been with a person, and it’s different. The knowledge is never-ending, and I can't predict what will happen next. There will always be more, and I want all of her.
Lucy watches me when I stand, taking my bowl over to the sink and rinsing it before putting it in the dishwasher.
“What are you doing?”
“Tidying up. I know you don’t care for a mess.” Her brows lift a fraction. I'm sure she’s surprised that I know these small details about her.
“I didn’t know the uber-rich cleaned.”
“I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth.”
“I know,” she responds, then swiftly shoves a chunk of bread into her mouth, aware that she's given herself away.
“Been researching?” I know she has. The process of hacking her system and cloning it was child’s play for me. I know everything she does digitally. Even on her phone. I was determined to learn as much as possible about her. How else was I going to get her to fall in love with me? That’s what girls want, isn’t it?
I’ve never been in love or loved anyone. The foster system isn't a particularly loving environment. But Lucy is different. I could love her. Hell, I already do. It would explain all my actions because this really is starting to go beyond obsession. I don’t just need, I also need her to want me back.
When I had a weird pressure in my chest, I went to the doctor, but he found nothing. He asked what’s changed in my life recently, that it could actually all be in my head. When he said that, I knew what it was. It was my Lucy.
“Seriously?” Lucy pushes back from her chair. “You’re really asking if I looked into you?!”
Fuck, I love it when she gets worked up. I reach down and adjust my cock and her mouth falls open.
“Oh my gosh.” Her cheeks turn pink, and I crave her blushes.
Who the hell am I kidding? I crave everything about her.
Chapter Four
LUCY
Is he really adjusting himself right in front of me? Why am I surprised? That pales in comparison to the photos he had me send him. Still, it was hard to imagine him using them to get off. I mean, why else would he want them, but I can’t picture it. He’s him, and I’m well, me.
I’m trying to steer the conversation away from his cock that’s showing through his slacks. The impressive size of it is making that almost impossible. How freaking big is that thing? Okay, stop staring at it, Luce!
"You're blackmailing me. Of course I googled you." I mean, who wouldn’t try to look into someone they are sending dirty pics to?
"‘Blackmail’ is such a dirty word."
He did not just say that. "That's rich coming from you! ‘Send me a picture with your legs spread. Now with no panties. Now one with your lips spread open. Show me that pretty, needy pussy.’" I mimic the words he texted me. "Oh, my god." I cover my mouth with my hands. Did I really just say all that? My cheeks flame with embarrassment, but I’m so mad I don’t even care.
Hollis cocks his head to the side, and a smirk pulls at his lips. It makes him look even handsomer.
“I like how the word ‘pussy’ rolls off your tongue.” He moves in front of me and pulls my hands away from my face. “And I like how pink your cheeks get when you say it.”
“I can’t believe I said that.”
“I can.” He leans down, and I don’t make a move to get away. Instead, I stare at his mouth, wondering if he’s going to kiss me. “You’ve got a dirty side, love. I like when my girl comes out to play. But only with me.”
Hollis somehow found me on Anomio. I’m not sure how that’s possible, but according to the Internet, he’s a tech genius. I know nothing about technology other than how to use it. If it malfunctions or breaks, I'm screwed.
“Your girl?” Why did I ask that? It came out whiny with a side of needy. Flashbacks of Mitch come to mind.
“You’re my girl,” he repeats, sounding even more possessive. "You know that, don't you, Lucy? You're all mine." I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't wondered what it would be like to be his. Hollis leans in even closer. His lips are almost touching mine. "I don't fucking share, love. Not when it comes to you."
Then his mouth is on mine, and he’s kissing me like he can’t control himself. His hold on me is rough and demanding as he lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The man is nothing but hard muscle under my grip.