Page 7 of Sweet Possession

His deep voice stops me again. “Can I take you out?”

Sucking in a breath at his words, I glance over my shoulder to face him. What is this guy’s deal? Why can’t he leave me the hell alone?

“I don’t date.” I deadpan.

His face remains the picture of calm, but I can see the rage building beneath the surface. “I didn’t ask to date you. I asked if I could take you out. You know, to get food, maybe a couple of drinks.”

I sigh. “I don’t do that either. I don’t know what your angle is, but it won’t work. I’m a stripper, Asher. I don’t need the complication of a man ruining my work and any other plans I have.”

He eyes me for a long beat. “I want you to quit.” He repeats his words from earlier.

My eyes narrow as a laugh bursts from me. The nerve of him. “No. I already told you I wouldn’t.”

His eyes spark, a hint of challenge in those blue orbs. He leans forward, his hot breath hitting my ear as he speaks. “We’ll see about that. Now get your ass inside. I will pick you up tomorrow at seven for ourdate.”

Pulling away, I stare at him, dumbfounded. This guy is crazy. It’s obviously why he’s chasing after me. “I saidno.” I enunciate the word, just because he seems to be hard of hearing. “I will be at work. Thank you for the ride, Asher. Goodbye,” I say with finality as I jump out of the car and stride to the entrance of my building.

Jesus.

What a night.

First, I was attacked, and now I have to deal with a stalker. And even if he is hot, it doesn’t change the fact that he is clearly crazy.

Why can’t my life just be simple for once?

All I want is to make enough money to pay my bills, eat, and get through until my scholarship starts in a couple of months. I worked damn hard to get it, and it’s my ticket out of this hell hole and to a life I’ve dreamed of.

It’s just my luck that everything gets upended when things are finally coming together. Hopefully, Asher will stay away now that he knows I am not going to bend to his rules. But even as I think it, I know I’m just kidding myself. It was in his eyes.

Something tells me he likes a challenge, and I think I just became one.

ChapterFive

ASHER

I pull up outside my angel’s building at six on the dot. Turning my car off, I sit and wait. I know I said seven, but something tells me she won’t show for our little date, and I want to be here if she sneaks out.

I know my behavior is… somewhat questionable, but for some reason, I can’t stop when it comes to this girl. I don’t want her on that stage, showing her body to men for money. She deserves more than that. It’s irrational, me feeling like this because as much as I want her to be, Remi isn’t mine.

But that doesn’t mean she isn’t going to be.

I want to possess her. Claim her. Own every inch of her delectable body. I know we could be so damn good together. If she would just let us.

Not fifteen minutes later, I am snapped out of my thoughts when her face comes into view as she walks out of the beatdown doors that qualify as the entrance to her building. She pauses, looking around quickly—no doubt for me—before her shoulders relax, and she strolls out with a duffle bag on her shoulder. From the short time I’ve known her, it’s not hard to see she is a stubborn, defiant thing. I like it. It makes my cock hard. I want to fuck the stubbornness and defiance out of her.

And I will.

Soon.

When she is far enough away that she thinks she’s safe, that she thinks she’s winning, I start my Audi and peel out of my little hiding spot. I follow her, far enough away that she doesn’t see me but close enough that I don’t lose her, as she walks in the direction of the strip club. My jaw clenches knowing that she has defied me. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t expect this. She wants to think she’s in control, that I will just walk away because she told me to. That’s okay though. She can think what she likes. Soon she will realize who she is dealing with. She will learn that from the moment I saw her, she was mine, and I have every intention of claiming her in every way possible. It may take time, but I’m willing to put in the effort.

For her.

She turns left onto another street, and it’s then that I decide her time is up. I’ve given her enough leeway. She’s walked enough steps.

Putting my foot on the gas, I speed up, rounding the corner in the next second. She glances over her shoulder, her eyes widening when she spots my car. I smirk at the shock on her face. At the way her mouth drops open. She comes to a complete stop as she gawks at me. I chuckle under my breath.

That’s right, angel. Time’s up.