Stalk Me Mr Stalker

6; P1) Supervised

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AURORA'S POV
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My soft moans filled my bedroom with each passing second accompanied by the vibration of the sex toy plunged inside my pussy. My legs were spread out, my back was arched, and my hands were busy fondling my tits.
This was the only outlet I had whenever my lust built up beyond control. And the elevator incident had truly pushed me to my limits. I felt disgusted with myself for using Stephano's body in my mind, but I couldn't help it. He was perfect, he was hot, he was sexy, and he had a really big cock.

He didn't feel like the type to play around, unlike me. At only twenty-four, I had already slept with more men than I could count and still craved more to make up for the hole inside my soul.
Neither money nor fame had left much impact in my void, but whenever I was in the arms of someone else, I forgot about the darkness that always crept into my heart, constantly whispering horrible things.

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"Morning, sleepyhead," Olivia greeted me as soon as I walked into the parlor, cutting off my yawn.
The bright morning light made the place look so alive. How long had it been since I had nothing on my schedule? A week? Maybe two.

I was about to enquire the whereabouts of the other two when I caught a figure moving in the kitchen from where I stood. That back didn't belong to any female.
"Who's that?" I asked, letting my eyes fall on Olivia, who was now immersed in the game she was playing on her phone while sprawled on the floor like a frog.

"Who?" She didn't bother looking at me.

I frowned but dismissed it. She could be snobby sometimes, no surprise there.

"Who's in the kitchen?"
My nostrils had now picked up the alluring aroma of pancakes that was wafting in the air to tease me.

"Oh, that'll be your guy."

"Stephano?"

"Who else can come in here if not him?"
Oh, right. Not even Mark had access to our apartment. Even if he did, I'd have asked management to ban his ass for eternity.
He had been a thorn in my ass for quite some time, blackmailing me with my past to keep me close to him due to his obsession.
I could now sigh relieved with his existence erased from the world and my life. I could now find a man and enjoy the thrill of sex again. And that man was possibly... Stephano.
Alpha hadn't shown any signs of getting rid of him, which gave me some courage to go ahead with the plan I had come up with as I came the previous night.

If I could only get him to sign a private contract with me and become my fuckbuddy. Of course, we'd need to review some rules, but we'd each have the freedom to see other people.

Why I had picked him as my target? Well, he would be available whenever and paparazzi spotting us together would be brushed off as a work relationship.

But fuck! I still had zero private information about Stephano. What if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend?
And that was why I had shamelessly asked Alpha to look into him.

I wasn't certain he'd do it, but at least I had sent that risky text.
This was practically begging him to stalk me some more as well as the people around me.

I walked in on him as he was taking off the black apron and instantly halted at the entrance. His movement caused the hem of his white t-shirt to ride up and expose some steel-hard-looking abs. 'Look away. Look away.'
I tried to, heaven knew, but it was so hard to tear my eyes from the delicious sight. And what made it even worse was the fact that Stephano hadn't even noticed me nor his t-shirt misbehaving.

But the moment came to an end when it slid down as he hung the apron on the wall. Only then did he look my way. "Rora." He gave a faint smile that looked like he had practiced an entire month to get it out.