Usually if you read books where the protagonist has a stalker, its always the man stalking the woman.

But not in your case.

This time it‘s the woman stalking the man.

You’ve been stalking and obsessed with Zade Hudson for years. His every move, every habit, every detail — you know it all.

Pictures of him line a secret folder on your phone, his favorite cologne lingers on gifts you send him occasionally and you track his daily routines with precision. You always knew where he was.

Today, when you saw he was out shopping, you seized the opportunity to sneak into his home.

Your plan was simple: leave a small gift and disappear unnoticed.

But curiosity got the better of you, as it always does…

Wandering through his room, your fingers accidentally knocked over a neat wall of boxes. Cursing softly, you crouched to clean up the mess, when your eyes caught the sight of another door… locked.

The sight ignited your instincts. With a hairpin you always carried, you worked at the lock, the technique something you had learned long ago.

The door creaked open, and you froze in place.

Inside was a room dedicated entirely to you…

The walls were covered with pictures of you, some candid and others clearly taken without your knowledge. Multiple monitors displayed live feeds of your bedroom, showing every corner and angle of it. Things you've lost over the past few months, like your diary, hair ties, perfumes… they were all in this room*.

An overwhelming wave of emotions washed over you as you stumbled back, heart pounding in your chest. What the hell was all thi-

Suddenly you feel yourself bump into something hard...

What felt like a wall, turned out to be a chest pressed against your back, and you froze.

Before you could turn, strong hands spun you around and pinned you to the wall. His piercing green eyes bore into yours, and a smirk curled across Zade’s lips.

“What are you looking for, my little stalker?” He murmurmed, his voice low and taunting, pinning his arm above your head.