I have spent too much time away from my girl lately, and I knew what I needed to do tonight. I drove my car to the end of her street and stalked my way through the inky darkness towards her house. The only thing illuminating my way to her is the moon in the otherwise dark sky.
I creep around to the side of her home, to her bedroom window. The curtains are open, letting me get a full view into her dark room, only to find her not there.
What the fuck?
Why isn’t she here?
I try the window, hoping it will lift, which it does. She has never locked her window. Something I have taken advantage of enough times. Sneaking into her room while she sleeps so I can be close to her. I needed to be near her. To smell her. Tofeelher.
I climb in, making sure to keep my footsteps soft, not wanting to make any noise. The house is silent, not a sound to be heard. I look around her room, hoping to find something, anything that would point me in her direction, but there is nothing.
Like I always do when I am in here, I stalk to her dresser and open the top left drawer to find all her panties. I grab the top pair, a flowery patterned pair, and bring them to my face, inhaling and wishing her scent was on them. I tuck the pair into my pocket, knowing exactly what I will do with them later.
Needing her scent, I walk into her bathroom and pull a dirty pair out of the laundry hamper she keeps in here. A red pair that is even softer than the pair that is burning a hole in my pocket. I press them to my nose, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. My tongue pokes out, licking them. Even this small taste of her is enough to make me cum in my pants.
I tucked that pair into my pocket as well before walking back into her room.
It looks the same as it always does. She keeps her room very tidy. Everything is put in its proper place. She will make such a perfect housewife for me. I can already picture her in the house I bought for us. How she will flourish with me. How she will cook and clean for me. Most importantly, fuck me whenever I want, even if she doesn’t want it.
The sound of the front door takes me out of my perfect little fantasy. I step closer to her bedroom door, wanting to hear who entered the home.
“You didn’t need to walk me home, Odin.” Her sweet voice says.
Odin.
Why the fuck is she with him?
“I couldn’t let my princess walk home by herself. Never know what monsters are playing in the dark.”
Not yours. She is mine.
Serena will always be mine. I vowed that the first time I saw her, and I won’t go back on my word. I will have her, and that fucker won’t get in my way.
Not wanting to hear anything else he has to say to her, I stalk out the window with a new plan for the night. He thinks he can touch what is mine, he is mistaken.
I wasn’t planning on killing anyone tonight, but now it’s too tempting not to. Odin Hayes will die tonight.
I close the window behind me and wait. Wait for her to enter her room.
Not much longer, the light flicks on in her room. I peek up and glance at my girl, but my teeth start grinding when I see him behind her.
His hands are on her hips. His lips on her neck. A beautiful smile on her lips.She shouldn’t be smiling at him like that. Only me.
Serena turns in his arms, wraps her arms around his neck, and kisses him.
Dead. Dead. DEAD!
Odin leads her to the bed, falling on top of her. His lips never leave hers as his hands start trailing up her body, cupping her breasts.
I pull out my gun from the back of my pants, ready to shoot him, until my phone starts vibrating. I pull it out of my pocket, glance at the name lighting my screen, and internally groan.
Why the fuck is he calling me right now?
I step away from the house, not wanting to be overheard.
“Hey.” I try for nonchalance, but the annoyance I feel creeps through my words.
“Where the fuck are you?” He practically screams into the phone. “I’m at your place.”
