𝐅𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 [𝟏𝟖+]

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5.2k words chapter! Life is happening and I honestly didn't think I could write this chapter but here we are. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Comments are very much appreciated LMAO

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|4 years ago — October 25, 2019|

Since Cyrus' assistant, Juniper, flirted with my brother, and Kate had deep trust issues, my brother canceled the deal, unknowingly snatching my only chance of pursuing Cyrus. Irrecoverably in love with Cyrus, I had long upgraded my role from an internet stalker position to a real-life stalker. After convincing my brother to let me go on tours to improve my photography, I had gone to every place Cyrus had gone for business. Getting Cyrus' schedule into my hands came with the price of paying millions to a real hacker to hack into Cyrus' schedule which was managed by his personal assistant, Juniper Brown.

At every fundraiser event he had signed off checks for sexual assault survivors, I had spent millions, hoping it was my part in helping whatever he wanted to achieve. I must confess, watching him turn down women left and right at such events was a blast. He always came alone and left alone. The last time a model approached me in her fuck-me heels and said, "Is it hot in here, or is it just you?", he had given her an uninterested look, "Must be the global warming."

Fuck, did I love this man when he kept all women at a distance? It made me feel like he was mine and only mine although he didn't know it yet.

As if five months of chasing him like a creep wasn't bad enough, Lucy had already started planting doubts with sayings like "Maybe Cyrus became gay after your stunt, Saoirse." So tonight, I was going to pull on my big girl panties and propose to him. When he would say he wasn't interested, I would have to convince him to let me date him. Even if the idea sounded absurd to feminists out there, I had to do something to earn his love. I couldn't just live all my life as a lonely stalker with a one-sided love, could I?

I might have taken four pegs of vodka for liquid courage.

Even with the alcohol running in my system, I couldn't help but appreciate Fontana di Trevi, a majestic Baroque masterpiece, which stood as a testament to Rome's timeless allure. Its cascading waters and intricate sculptures had even beckoned Cyrus to partake in the ritual of tossing a coin. The ritual of adding one more wish to the symphony of wishes whispered amidst the grandeur of ancient stone, forever echoing through its enchanting depths.

"I don't understand why you're creeped out by my age, but we wouldn't be the first age-gap pairing on the planet, Mr. Hudson," I whispered, my steps coming to a halt beside Cyrus.

His body stiffened as his eyes glided to me. "YOU!"

"Aphrodite," I replied with a deep English courtesy. "Pleasure to see you again."

"Have I not made it clear enough that I didn't want to do anything with you?"

"Unless you are infected with STD, I don't see what the problem is," I said, sliding beside him, resisting the urge to lock my hands with his. When he refused to talk, I prodded, "How many times did I remind you of our unfinished one-night stand?"

"Who told you about my whereabouts?" His strict voice and hard expression bore the weight of uncompromising authority.

I had decided telling him the truth for once wouldn't hurt him. Besides, if I wanted to win his trust, I would have to earn it.

"Paid a hacker to hack into your systems," I admitted, running my fingers through my hair to tame the flying strands.

"You wasted money so you could stalk me?" he sounded horrified. "What is wrong with you? Why can't you invest your time, money, and efforts in someone of your age?"