No one, and this is the last thought you're going to have about Axe Black, I tell myself firmly.
I grab my laptop and shake my head as I head off to class.
I'm not going to let some mysterious stranger distract me. It was a bizarre experience, and I can just chalk it up to the past because I’m never going to set foot in that club again.
There. Problem solved.
Moving on with my life.
Now, if only my subconscious will get the memo so I can stop dreaming about him every night.
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Axe
This is killing me. I've thought of nothing but my little ruby ever since that night I first set eyes on her. The girl haunts my dreams. I wake up hard and aching every morning, and no amount of self-gratification will satisfy me. I know I could have a willing companion with the snap of my fingers, but I've suddenly lost all desire for anyone but her.
Sophie.
She consumes my every thought. I don't know what it is about her, but I see her bright blue eyes every time I close my own. That red hair is burned into my brain. I can still feel her skin under my fingertips.
I realize that I've quickly become obsessed with her, but I don't give a fuck.
I'm not the kind of man who's prone to patience. I'm not used to denying myself anything I want.
It's torture to watch her from afar and not just march over and make my intentions known.
Of course, making my intentions known is what got me into this mess to begin with. I came on too strongly, and she shut me right down.
I frown and run my thumb along my bottom lip as the memory eats away at me. I stare down at the phone in my hand and watch the little dot that represents her location move across the screen as she walks to her next class.
Yes, I broke into her room one night while her roommate was out and she was sleeping and installed a tracking device in her phone. The only thing that stopped me from putting a camera up in her room is the roommate. I might want to see everything my little Sophie is doing, but I don't give two shits about what the roommate is up to. At least with the tracker on her phone, I can know where Sophie is at all times and head over to get a glimpse of her when I need to.
I'd stood over her and counted every freckle on her face. Twelve. She has exactly twelve freckles dusting across her nose and cheeks. I want to kiss each one of them.
Have I grossly invaded her privacy? I suppose, but I'm completely unapologetic about it. I don't completely understand it myself, but I feel like it'll drive me mad if I don't know where she is at all times.
It's a compromise to keep me from kidnapping her and locking her up with me.
She and I are both lucky as hell I didn't find any evidence of a boyfriend when I looked into her, and I haven’t seen her entertain any of the boys on that campus either. My lips thin just thinking about another man's hands on her. I don’t think I'd be able to control myself if I saw another man touch her. I'd no doubt kill him and then seal her hatred for me when I hauled her off to my lair and locked her up like a treasure I'm jealously guarding.
And that's what I really want to do. Lock her away from everyone and snarl at anyone who comes within ten feet of her.
I can't explain the possessiveness that sweeps over me every time I see her beautiful face. All I know is that it tells me she's mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
I've learned everything I can about her while still keeping my distance. She's majoring in accounting, and her college admittance test scores show she has an aptitude for numbers.
My girl is smart. There's really no surprise there with the sassy little mouth she has on her. My lips quirk up when I remember the fire in her eyes when she told me she wasn't my little ruby. I might not like the words themselves, but I loved the fire with which she said them.
I wonder if she'll have that same fire in the bedroom…
I shake my head to clear my thoughts as my cock starts getting hard again.
Yes, I desire her more than I've ever desired anyone else in my entire life, but it's more than that. I'd cut off my right hand just to have the chance to talk to her and get to know her without her running from me like I'm some sort of psycho.
I still don’t know how all this is going to work out or how long it's going to take before I can try to get close to her. I'm still working out all the details while keeping a watchful eye on her to make sure nobody touches what's mine.