Page 14 of Obsessive Stalker
I’m disgusted with everything about this man, from the way he makes his money to the way he seems to have no regard for the safety of his wife and daughters. If I knew my daughter was in danger, you wouldn’t find me away from her for a moment. I would build a fortress around her…with me standing by at the fucking gate.
Here he is, lounging in his living room as though we’re old friends, his arm draped over the back of the leather couch behind the shoulders of a woman half his age who looks like she’s had every plastic surgery available, from her unnaturally pert nose to her inflated lips and breasts.
“Does your wife know about your whores?” I ask him, nodding to the woman.
“She does,” he replies pleasantly, sliding his arm around her waist. She looks pleased by the sudden attention, smiling greedily at him as though he’s a meal she’d like to devour.
Gold diggers. Yacht girls. Escorts.
Whatever the label, it doesn’t matter to me. There’s a circuit of them, passed from one wealthy man to another like casual entertainment. And those are the women who do itwillingly.
But there are others. Women who don’t get a choice in the matter. And since looking into Martin Redding, I’ve learned that his specialty is brokering those transactions, handling human beings like commodities, trafficking them in and out of the country to satiate the appetites of people who are more monster than man.
“I specifically stated it would be just the two of us,” I say. “Two of us, and our men wait outside.”
“Marissa hardly counts,” he chuckles. “And besides. She’s here for your benefit, not mine. If you’d like, she can take you to the guest bedroom and suck you off before you and I discuss matters. Or, if you’d rather -”
“No whores,” I growl. I look at Marissa. “Leave. Now.”
Her eyes widen, and she looks to Martin for direction. He looks at me warily, the casual smile gone from his face, and then nods to Marissa.
Scoffing at me, she gets up and leaves. I lock the door behind her, then turn back to Martin.
“No more games,” I say to him. “Let’s get to the fucking point of this meeting. Your message said you wanted to meet about Kristen. Why?”
“Have a seat,” Martin pats the couch cushion beside him.
I ignore the gesture, coming to stand across the room facing him.
“What is it about Kristen?” I press.
“I was going to ask you the same question,” Martin says, raising a brow. “You seem very…interestedin my youngest daughter. God only knows why. However, I’m willing to end this game of cat and mouse for the right price.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask. “Speak clearly, Redding. I’m not here to fuck around with you.”
“Alright,” Martin says, sitting up straighter on the couch. “You’re right. Why beat around the bush? I’ll speak plainly since that’s what you prefer. You’re obviously attracted to my daughter. You want her for yourself. I thought that you would take care of the matter on your own without my intervention; it’s not as though we’ve done a thorough job of concealing her.”
“So,” I say. “You’re doing it on purpose after all. You want me to take her.”
He chuckles.
“Good, good,” he says. “So you’ve scoped out the house in Tahoe. Wonderful.”
“What do you want?” I ask him. “You want, what? For me to kidnap your daughter? Is that it?”
“Yes,” he replies, his answer surprising me.
I narrow my eyes.
“Why?”
“I have my reasons,” he replies. “Just like you have your reasons for desiring ownership over Kristen.”
I don’t like the way he says that.Ownershipover Kristen.
Do I want to own Kristen? Frankly, yes. She belongs to me and she belonged to me as soon as I saw her at that business conference, especially after she showed me how smart, strong, and brave she can be.
There’s no better woman for me. I’ve never met a woman who I thought could keep up with me before, a woman who could be a true partner to me, until I met her.
