Next, she makes the terrible mistake of ignoring my order to tidy up her room before heading to class.I gave her an extra half hour to do so.She’s blatantly defying me by grabbing her bookbag and rushing out of the room.
I’m not mad, though.I’m perfectly calm.It’s understandable that she’s going to test me.Girls need to test their Daddies sometimes.She’s new to this concept.I’m actually rather pleased that she’s chosen to misbehave about one of the first instructions I’ve given her.I doubt she’ll do so again tomorrow.
My confidence that I’m right about her needing a firm hand is growing.She just made a decision she will pay for with her bottom.
I should have cloned her phone last night.If I had, I would be able to know who she’s talking to.I will tonight.It will ease my mind in the future.I’ll also add a GPS locator so I can always see where she is.For safety reasons.
Ha.
I can call it safety if I want, but as far as she’s concerned, right now I’m simply her stalker.To a certain extent, she’s right.I’m jealous of whoever she just texted.I want to consume her so much that all her time is mine.
Itching to text her myself, I refrain.She might not remember that I told her I programmed myself into her phone.I’ll wait a while and text her between classes.Lord knows I’m well aware of her class schedule.
After checking my email, I shove back from my desk and grab my leather satchel.I need to get to campus soon, too.I have a computer science class to TA in an hour.
First, I stop at the kitchen to put my coffee mug in the dishwasher.I’m pleased to see that the room is spotless.The best thing about living with the four friends who occupy this house is that we all agree about cleanliness.There’s a reason for that.And we’re not just roommates who happened upon each other recently.We go way back.We have secrets no one would want to know.Secrets we share that don’t begin to compare with our silly freshman prank game.That’s child’s play.
As I turn to head for the front door, I hear voices.One of them is my roommate Silver.The other is a woman.And then I stop dead.It’s not just any woman.It’s Briana.I’m certain of it.
Heart racing, I can’t move.Did she find me?How the fuck is that possible?What is she doing here?Eventually, I manage to shuffle in that direction, my intention to hear what she’s saying better.
A thought goes through my mind.I wonder if there’s any chance one of my roommates also happened to prank the same girl.I can see why.She’s stunning.But this campus is huge.The chances of that are slim to none.
The last thing I saw her do was look at her incoming texts and respond.She didn’t look shocked.She simply left her house.I need to chill.She can’t have found me.
Plastered to the wall around the corner from the front room that would have been a parlor a hundred years ago, I listen.
“Shit, Silver.This place is nice.Do you have a cleaning service or something?”She giggles, the sound making my cock hard.What the fuck is she talking to Silver for?Does she know him?
Silver laughs.“No.I’m tidy.”
“Do you live here alone?Your place is huge.”
“Nope.I live with four other guys.Want to sit?I can make you some coffee, or maybe you like tea?”
“I’ll have coffee, but only if you make it half cream and sugar.”Her voice dances around, bouncing off the walls, seeming to fill the entire house with joy.
I can’t stand not knowing why she’s here, so I take a chance and step around the corner, shrugging my satchel higher on my shoulder as if I’m ready to leave the house.Which I am.
Silver turns at the sound of my entrance.He smiles.“Hey.I don’t think you’ve met my sister yet, right?You weren’t here when she came by the other day.”
All the breath leaves my lungs.
Hissister…
Fuck.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I pull myself together.“Nope.Haven’t had the pleasure.”I close the distance, holding out a hand, a socially appropriate thing to do.For me, it’s a learned gesture.I wasn’t born understanding social norms like other people, but I’ve adapted.I blend in well now.Years of training.So much training.
“Hi,” she says, her tone friendly.“Briana.Everyone calls me Bri.Nice to meet you.”
“Rook.Nice to meet you, too, Briana.”I fucking hate the nickname Bri, but inside I’m smirking at the fact that she’s wearing the clothes I set out for her and that she has no fucking idea I’m her stalker.Her expression is blank.Her pulse is normal.
Silver mumbles something about going to get coffee and leaves me alone with his sister.
I admit, it’s only a vague memory in the back of my head that Silver told us he had a sister who would be attending the university this fall.I let that information slide right by me because why would I care?I hadn’t expected her to come to the house, though I suppose I probably should have.But more importantly, what the hell are the chances that I would have picked her for the freshman prank?
Fuck.