ROBERTWas I a creep? A weird stalker? An obsessed man in love with a woman who barely knew it?Per se, I wasn’t necessarily a creep, nor was I weird, but I was stalking Renee, and I was madly obsessed with her too.As I watched her get into the cab, her eyes darting about in fright, my chest tightened.I didn’t want her to be afraid of me, and I knew by now she’d know it was me sending the gifts.If she were sharp enough, she’d have recognized my cursive handwriting in the notes I sent to her, and with my R initials engraved at the bottom, I’d surely given myself away.Even though I wanted to be mysterious, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, as I didn’t want her lashing out at me when we met again.Smirking, I closed my eyes briefly, my head falling back to the car’s headrest as I thought about how she’d looked today.She was so stunning in her waitress uniform, and my dick twitched remembering that.Luckily for me, the restaurant where she worked was lined with windows,
RENEE“Girl, I’ll be damned if this man doesn’t love you. Just look at the gifts. Oh girl, I say you’ve hit the jackpot with this one.”Staring mindlessly at the couple art notebook Robert gifted me and the lone tulip flower attached to the wrapped package, I didn’t say a word as Nicole went on and on.Another cryptic note was attached to the presents, but I wasn’t ready to read it.Instead, I stared blankly at everything sprawled out on the bed. I rubbed my forehead, unsure of what to do.“Aren’t you going to say anything? Damn, look at this. So romantic and sensual. He imagined both of you when he bought this.” Nicole said, picking up the art book. “The pictures are out of this world, though the gift is strange. Robert Clarke is very thoughtful. I’ll give him that.”“You think?” I mumbled, staring at the picture Nicole showed me, and my eyes glazed over the sensual black-and-white art.It was a drawing of a naked silhouetted man and woman in bed, tangled with the sheets. The man ha
ROBERT “Excuse me, Mr. Bradley.” I raised a finger, stepping back from the estate manager I was talking to. I walked away, bringing the ringing phone to my ear.“Any news, Natasha?” I queried sharply, not liking that her call interrupted a critical discussion.“Good day to you, sir.”“Good day, Natasha. Now get on with why you called. Is there anything important you want to tell me?” I interjected sharply, not wanting any of my time wasted. Luckily, she got the hint.“No, not at all, sir. I wanted to let you know that I got your mail last night, and I don’t understand what you asked me to do. I mean I—”“What don’t you understand?”“You said I should… As you said, aren’t you coming back to New York in a week?”Ignoring her last question, I said, “I told you to transfer most of the work files to my mail. Compile the list of everything I left, and send them to me. I’ll attend to them here and work at the Orlando office until further notice. Now, do you understand?”“What? I mean, sir.
RENEERobert sent me gifts again. This time the delivery included a sizable flower bouquet, an expensive Richart Chocolate box, and another note.In the note, he wrote that he missed me. And as Nicole had predicted, he sent the remaining numbers.To be precise, four numbers were written on the back of the card he’d sent, and I couldn’t help but wonder again what this man was up to.If he was in Orlando, why hadn’t he approached me yet? He knew my location. He knew where I worked. So why this cat-and-mouse game? Was he afraid I’d lash out at him? Is that why he’d chosen to watch me from afar or taunt me like this?Yes! I’d lash out at him for being a creep and watching me like he had some power over me. He’d also turned me into an emotional jumble. But then…“Oh, Christ.” I mumbled, placing my hands on my stomach as I continued to think.I was more than confused, and as I lay flat on my bed, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, I knew I had to talk to him. I had to call him and tal
ROBERT “Good morning, Mr. Clarke.” As I entered the premises, the staff and employees at my Orlando office greeted me enthusiastically. I respectfully responded as I went from the reception to my office, my hands waving with a broad smile.The office set aside for me was roomy and precisely as I liked it. Similar to my office in New York, this one was opulent, with minimalist art hanging from the walls, a large desk with a laptop, and a few other items I needed. The office featured a spare bathroom and changing area, and as I looked around, I reminded myself to ask Mark to fill the wardrobe with some new, crisp clothes.I turned my head away from the changing area and turned to look at the office's beautiful glass doors and balcony. My lips spread into a grin.I always loved to hang out on balconies, because I cherished them so much. Perhaps in the late afternoon while sipping alcohol and gazing at a cityscape or structure. I treasured the activity because it gave me solace. I
RENEE“I'm coming.” I yelled as I dashed to the door to see who was knocking. “Are you certain it wasn't coming from the other apartment?” Nicole yelled behind me as I rushed to the sitting room, but I ignored her. I was eager to find out who the person was. Something told me Robert had finally sent me some gifts. With a smile, I dashed to the front door, taking hold of the knob and twisting it open to find... nobody! “Huh?” I muttered, my head poking into the corridor when I noticed someone standing at my neighbor's door.The knock had not come from here, as Nicole had suggested and my shoulders slumped. “Hello…” The blonde-haired man staring back at me waved, and I waved back, mumbling some inaudible greeting as I gently shut our door. “Not again...” I humped, disappointment filling me, and I didn't like it. It had been four days since Robert sent me a gift, and I was going insane. I rushed every time there was a knock on my door, full of anticipation. But I always returned
ROBERT My smile widened when I heard Renee cough on the other end of the phone. Of course, I'd affected her. She was surprised to hear my voice. Damn! She’d called. My plan had worked, and she’d succumbed to the urge to check in on me via phone just like I’d planned. My whole day was made with just her voice. I'd been busy earlier, glancing through my laptop, when my phone had vibrated with an incoming call. At first, I'd been unsure who the number belonged to, and knowing how I was avoiding Amanda's call, I'd been hesitant to heed the call.But after the second attempt, my subconscious urged me to answer. I swiped the answer button and froze for a second when I heard her minty sultry voice. 'Hello...' was followed by a gasp and murmurs from the background, and it clicked immediately. Renee called. She'd finally called, and my heart lifted with a broad smile appearing on my face. Fuck! This woman! She still had me wrapped around her finger even all these days. It’d been almo
RENEE“I appreciate the change, ma'am.” As I stepped out of the cab, the driver expressed his gratitude, and I smiled at him. My heeled feet were on the ground, and I straightened my hair sideways, brushing a speck of invisible dust off my shoulders. The taxi sped away, leaving me alone, and I began to take in my surroundings, staring at the grandiose restaurant Robert invited me to.Looking around, I noticed the grand, quiet street, with everything looking like it belonged in some magazine. The buildings surrounding the restaurant were tall and imposing, and although it was a business area, it appeared to be anything but. This place was serene and lovely, and all I could think was—this place belonged to the elite.I'd googled the restaurant before coming here, and the second Robert had sent me the address, I'd been blown away by the review I'd read and the added knowledge that it was a 5-star restaurant and the best of its kind in the city. As usual, Nicole was astounded and tem