Stalked (complete)

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My tired feet trudged up the breezeway to my apartment. I wanted nothing more than to rest my head on the pillows I recently bought. A long day in the retail industry would be enough to put anyone on their ass, even a retail vet like myself. At least tonight was an early one. I had left my apartment fourteen hours earlier and would only have the luxury of sleeping about six hours before class. The only thing that kept me going was the fact I had two months left before I completed my MFA in English. I was so close and had sacrificed so much to get to this point; I couldn't quit now.

No one could have been happier than Daniel that I would be done with school. He knew firsthand how many times I passed on going out with our friends; he knew the late nights studying and the hours I slaved over term papers and projects. Though I knew it wasn't his ideal relationship, he stayed with me. I couldn't help but wonder when he would finally propose, I mean, after being together for six years one would expect a proposal. I couldn't help but wonder what was holding him back but at the same time I was far too focused on school to really push the issue.

I pushed out a deep breath as I entered the dark apartment and tossed my keys on the black four-seat kitchen table. I absently slipped a hand under my waist-length dark blonde hair to rub my sore neck. I seriously considered skipping any dinner since it was already almost nine but I had been skipping quite a few meals lately leading to a substantial weight loss. I wasn't necessarily complaining about the downsizing but Daniel had made a couple comments and I really didn't want to hear it.

I froze as I noticed the slightest movement in the corner of the kitchen. I reached for the lights as quickly as possible but I wasn't quick enough. I was pinned against the wall with a scream that died before it ever reached my lips.

The powerful, muscular, man that had pinned me looked into my eyes with an intensity I had never witnessed. His scrutiny of my features was both terrifying and exhilarating. A voice in me screamed at me to attempt a fight but a larger part was so overwhelmed by his absolute masculinity that I couldn't fathom fighting him. He was breathtaking, to say the least. I had never seen eyes the same bright emerald as his. I had never seen a more perfectly built man, tall and muscular but not too bulky; his body was a gift, not something that could be achieved after hours in the gym. No, this was something genetically passed to him. Something that made any woman- blind or not- weak in the knees. His pale skin pulled tightly against those perfectly sculpted arms.

I expected him to attack me or say something but he appeared perfectly calm, void of any emotion. He didn't even appear to put any effort into holding me though I felt the firm grip holding my arms above my head.

"Wh-what do you want," I whispered. I couldn't manage more than that at the moment.

A light smirk played on his god-like lips as he continued to search my eyes. I wasn't sure what he was looking for but his smirk widened ever so slightly.

"I have been watching you for quite some time, Emma," he commented in a voice I could only describe as liquid gold. The faint English accent was all too alluring and tugged at something deep inside me, a passion I lost long ago emerged for this completely dangerous stalker.

"You've been stalking me?" I shakily asked.

"Stalking is such an ugly word. I prefer protecting my investment," he corrected.

"That's not much of a difference," I frowned.

A light laugh escaped his lips, "You'll see."

As I was about to answer, he leaned closer, mere inches from my lips. I felt his cool, refreshing breath fan over my lips causing a spark to course through me.

"You have not been caring for yourself so I felt the need to step in. Eat," he commanded.

I was caught off guard by his demand so I only looked at him with confusion.

"You broke into my apartment to tell me to eat?" I asked slowly.

"Is that a problem?"

"Are you fucking kidding," I asked in disbelief, "Obviously it is a problem! You stalked me, broke into my apartment, and now I don't know what you're going to do to me!"

"Do to you?" He questioned, clearly confused by my statement, "What exactly are you implying?"

"Hell if I know! You broke in!"

A look of pure distaste settled in his features before he scoffed in realization, "Do you honestly believe I would rape you?" He questioned as if it was the most obscene thought on the face of the planet.

I was speechless. Was he insane? How the hell was I supposed to know his intentions?!

"I have been watching over you for five years, Emma. If I wanted to rape you I would have already. I think it's time I offer you a choice," he said with that smirk returning.