Chapter Sixteen

 

Twenty-nine-year-old Claire Vermont snored lightly against the Mickey Mouse pillows.

The stranger stalked outside Claire’s window while the young woman changed position toward the opposite part of the bed. The man waited three seconds before lifting the window. 

He climbed through stood next to the bed’s left. Peering at the slumbering beauty, her face partially covered with a blanket and sheets. Cautiously, the intruder stepped toward the alternative side. He sniffed Timeless perfume from Avon in the air. Claire’s entire room decorated in Mickey Mouse bedspread, pillows, and lamps. She appeared too old for that shit?

He pulled the blanket and sheets aside, then immediately pressed his hand over Claire’s mouth.

The young woman’s voice muffled over the leather glove. Her eyes expanded in fear, struggling, under the blanket and sheets. She seized the man’s wrists trying to get rid of his hand. Irritated, he balled his free hand struck her twice in the face. He hit her