★Smut warning ★{#try not to nut]
I sat on my couch, with my laptop perched on my lap. I was googling random things like, "best industries for independent PR consultants" and "Is it illegal to poach clients from your employer?"
Okay. Maybe not so random then.
The other option was to join another company, preferably a startup if I wanted a good position. The pay wouldn't be great though, and you never really know if it's gonna be a success or a flop.
If you're working on it though, it couldn't be a flop, I deluded myself.
I don't know the point at which I felt it. But it was here again. And at this point, I was almost getting used to it.
The air seemed colder, and my gaze was drawn to the corner of my living room, where there wasn't anything I could see, but something was in the air, a presence.
My eyes started playing tricks on me, because I could see the faint outline of a shadow. Mobius snarled, low and sharp, and my eyes locked on him. He was also staring at the corner, his whole body tense and tail sticking out stiffly.
My heart jumped, "Do you feel it too, Mobius?"
I asked, feeling grateful that someone else, even if it was a cat, was also aware of the demon that had decided to make me his victim.
It was a testament to how fucked my mind was that instead of being horrified I was thankful that I wasn't going insane. I wondered if I should pray. Even though I hadn't set foot in a church in very long.
What if you prayed and it went away?
***
He was there again that night.
Just standing. Staring, watching. When the documentary came out, people would be confused about why I stood there and made eye contact with my possible killer.
I'd be too dead to say that I didn't know it yet at the time, but maybe the reason I didn't run for the hills is because I finally felt seen.
He was there the previous night too, and whatever sense of self preservation I had urged me to dial 911.
And I did.
A lady answered, and when I didn't speak, she asked if everything was alright. I wanted to say that there was a demon standing outside my house, that he was looking at me.
That he was so huge, at least seven feet tall and had a large build. That he could probably break down my door with ease if he wanted to.
Instead, I held the phone to my ear, clutching it so hard it left imprints on my palm. And said nothing.
"Hello? Hello is anyone there?"
She'd asked and I stared at my demon.
I couldn't speak if I tried. Now I didn't even bother with phone calls. I let the creep stare me down to his heart's content before I turned around and headed to bed, Mobius in tow.
***
Vincent held a team meeting. He seemed kind of dazed. Like he couldn't believe that he was now managing several accounts.
That made two of us.
I tried not to grimace whenever he looked at me. It wasn't his fault that Daniel had stabbed me in the back. In the face, really, if you thought about it.
Speaking of Daniel, it was crazy how much my workload had reduced. I never thought there would be a perk to someone not knowing your name. Of course, he could just check, but I think he wasn't asking me to do anything because he was feeling some well deserved shame.
We'd passed each other three times and he'd completely avoided my gaze. You'd think I was Jehovah's witness.
With my new found extra time, I could now do things like stare outside my window at the city and walk down to the eatery across the street for lunch.
I placed my order for fries and a milkshake. I hadn't sat for long when a shadow fell across the table and I looked up. He was a familiar face, I'd seen him around the building. He cast me a nervous smile, putting his hand in and out of his pocket.
Was he nervous?
"Hey,"
I said, snapping him out of whatever that was. His smile faltered slightly as he probably realized that he hadn't said anything.
"Oh, hi, it's Anakin, right?"
he asked and I nodded, "do you mind if I.." he gestured towards the seat next to me.
"No," I shook my head, "not at all, have a seat," I said, observing his mannerisms.
A sheen of sweat was visible beneath his curly hair. And he was slightly wide eyed, which wasn't a bad thing because he had beautiful blue eyes.
"What department do you work in?"
I asked.
"Finance," he said.
"Oh, I haven't even introduced myself,"
he face-palmed,
"I'm Tim..." I took his outstretched hand to shake it.
It was sweaty, but I didn't visibly react.
He was already shitting bricks.
Was that because he was talking to me?
After the rather awkward start to our conversation, it went surprisingly well. We shit-talked our managers, and laughed about random things.
He had a cat too, and we exchanged cat photos. It was when I was almost leaving that he suddenly became nervous again.
"Um- I was just wondering if you'd like to... go out with me?"
he said.
Shoving his hand in and out of his pocket again.
I smiled, "I'd love to go out with you, Tim" I said.
The temperature immediately dropped and my eyes started darting around, as if I'd just see a 7-foot figure lurking around in the middle of he street.
I blinked, bringing back my attention to Tim, who'd just asked me something.
"Sorry, what did you say?" I asked ignoring the way my heart was racing.
" I asked if this Saturday was good," he said.
I tossed my head back onto my pillow. I couldn't remember the last time someone had asked me out.
Most people were intimidated by my height, because I towered over many men. And even the taller men preferred the shorter girls.
At least that's what I said. It was easier than saying I was plain, or boring.
I closed my eyes, and Mobius curled against the back of my knees, warm and purring. And I began to drift off.
My breath hitched as a hand traced the outline of my face. The touch was impossibly light-like mist brushing skin-but I felt it.
Felt it slide over my cheek, then down, curling fingers beneath my jaw. For a breathless second, my body refused to move. The air shifted around me, wrong somehow, heavy and electric.
This wasn't a dream. It couldn't be. My mouth opened- but nothing came out. The silence pressed against my ears like I was underwater. I should have felt afraid.
I was afraid.
And yet- The hand continued its path, enclosing around my neck. But I didn't flinch. Instead, I arched slightly into the touch, like my body knew something my mind hadn't caught up to yet. A weight settled above me.
Heavy. Warm. Powerful. It didn't press me down, just hovered there, letting me feel it. A presence, ancient and wrong and intimate. The hand at my throat slid down my collarbone, grazed the side of my breast.
I gasped-half in shock, half in shame at the jolt it sent through me. My chest rose and fell quickly, breath catching, but I still didn't move away. Couldn't.
The hand moved lower, slow and deliberate, until it rested over my stomach. I huffed in frustration. I wanted it to do something.
I sighed when it moved lower, the large hand holding my hip. I felt a warm breath on my face, and leaned in to it but caught air. It was on my thighs now, slowly inching to where I wanted it.
I slowly opened my eyes, and met a pair of golden ones.
They were so heavenly.
His large frame felt sheltering and suffocating at the same time- LARGE FRAME?!?!!!
I bolted up in my bed.
To find it empty except for me and my cat.
Did I just have an erotic dream of my stalker demon thing?
My fingers went to my neck. My skin could still feel the hold of the rough large hand. I hadn't been touched like that in months. Maybe years. And even then... not like that.
My thighs squeezed together and I felt the wetness in between my legs. How depraved would I be if I grabbed my electric boyfriend at that moment?