Sunshine and The Stalker Dani Rene, K. Webster ~ Page 1

Read Online Books/Novels:Sunshine and The StalkerAuthor/Writer of Book/Novel:Dani ReneK. WebsterLanguage:EnglishISBN/ ASIN:0639936660 (ISBN13: 9780639936666)Book Information:

Dating is difficult for someone like me.
I"m obsessive, arrogant, and rude.
This means I must be creative when bedding a woman.
I learn what I can about her through whatever means necessary.
Some call it stalking. I call it clever research.
It gets me what I want and when I want it.
When I get bored, I move on.
My system works like a charm"
Until a little ray of SUNSHINE shows up.

***

Dating is nonexistent for me.
I"m quirky, silly, and inexperienced.
This means my romantic life is certainly lacking.
I don"t date because no one"s interested.
Some say I"m an independent woman who doesn"t need a man.
But I know I"m on the fast track to becoming a lonely cat lady.
How many cats are too many cats anyway"
My boring world stays that way"
Until my future stepmother"s STALKER shows up.Books by Author:Dani Rene BooksK. Webster Books

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James

I"m a bit of a stalker, I"ll admit. I haven"t always been this way. At one time, I was a normal forty-something-year-old man who dated the regular way. Awkward Tinder meetups. Lunch dates with stuffy businesswomen. Casual drunk fucks at nightclubs or bars. But no matter how much I "dated," I was unsatisfied. I would grow bored of the woman mid-fuck because I"m a hard man to please.

Which is why I began something new last year . . .

No longer do I fish for women and hope I find a great catch.

Now, I hunt.

Something about the hunt makes the kill so much sweeter. Not an actual kill, of course. A metaphorical kill, if you will. I prowl in the shadows after meticulous searches where I learn about my newest interest. Her schedule. Her favorite restaurant. The way she smiles bright and brilliant for some and forced for others. It"s addicting, and now that I"ve started, I can"t stop. I eventually insert myself into their lives, make a move they can"t resist, and then they"re a good run for a few months.

I"ve perfected it.

One hundred percent fail proof.

The newest woman is named Olivia. Tall, blonde, bright-blue eyes. That"s my type. And, fuck, if she doesn"t have the longest legs I"ve ever seen. I can"t wait to lure her into my bed and have those perfect legs wrapped around my waist as I drive into her. I love it when they scream my name.

James. James. You"re a sex beast, James.

Tonight is the night where I make my move.

I"ve learned all there is to know about her.

We"re going to fuck. And soon.

Olivia climbs out of an expensive car and is met by the doorman to her building. He takes her things, and she lifts her chin in a confident way. Everything about her screams sex and power and perfection. Perhaps she could be the one. One day, I’ll find the right “one” and settle.

"Hey, dude," a young voice chirps from behind me. "She"s kind of a psycho. I"ve seen you around, hiding in the shadows, which I"ll admit is kind of creepy, even for me, watching her. Liv puts on a great face for the world, but behind closed doors, she"s a total bitch."

Irritation rises inside me hot and fast. Getting caught isn"t something that happens. Ever. And now some teenage boy thinks he can fuck with something I"ve been working on for months"

Fuck him.

I swivel around, taking my eyes off the perfect Oliva and glower at him.

Except he"s not a him.

He"s a her.

A very, very, very short her.

My eyes skim over her youthful features. Too young for my tastes, but I take the moment to inspect her with a scrutinizing glare. Her eyes are big and amber, the color of honey. Thick black lashes blink at me, seemingly unafraid of my blatant staring. I skim past her admittedly cute upturned nose sprinkled with freckles.

Her lips though . . .

The moment she smiles, a little crooked, and reveals all her pearly whites, I blink in confusion.

Who is this girl, and why does she have me pinned down in this moment as though she is the hunter and I the prey"

Ridiculous.

"My dad is dating Liv," she explains as snow begins to fall and dusts her purple beanie she wears on top of her head. From beneath the hat, dark red hair slides past her shoulders. Thick streaks of black are mixed in. What strange-colored hair. "I"m just doing you a solid," she says, grinning again. Then, she does a small wave before pushing past me. "Peace out, stalker man."

As though she holds an invisible rope, I find myself following her into the expensive building. Olivia is long gone, and I can"t find it in me to worry about that right now. Currently, I need to know who this girl is and why she has such power over me.

This is madness.

She wears an ugly yellow pea coat that hangs well past her waist, hiding her ass from me. Beneath the coat is a black-and-white polka-dot dress. The tights she wears with it are pink, and she finishes off the look with black combat boots.

What kind of weird-ass fucking outfit is she wearing"

And yet I continue to follow her.

She pushes a button on the elevator, and when it opens, we step inside. Her head bobs to a beat that doesn"t match the elevator music as she pushes 14 on the panel.

"I told Dad I wanted to live on the fourteenth floor because it"s technically the thirteenth floor if you actually count them." She lets out a cute laugh. "And how cool is that" I live on the real thirteenth floor. I"m not superstitious, so it’s awesome."

Her babbling should be annoying, but her throaty voice, which I originally assumed belong to a boy, has me hanging on her every word. Sultry and seductive. Rich and decadent. Not high-pitched at all, but a little on the deeper, sexier, real woman kind of way.

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