บททั้งหมดของ Eyes On Me, Babygirl : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

KammieThere comes a moment in life when reality stares back at you.A moment when every instinct screams that what you're seeing isn't possible.That it has to be a trick of the light.A hallucination.A cruel joke.Unfortunately...Reality didn't care what I wanted.Fuck that. Because if reality had any mercy at all, he wouldn't have been standing outside my window.My heart hammered violently against my chest as I pushed myself to my feet so quickly that the chair rolled backward with a sharp screech. The coffee slipped from my fingers and crashed onto the floor with a hot splash.The figure didn't move.Didn't blink.Didn't even seem to breathe.He just stood there between the trees.Watching.I couldn't make out his features. The darkness concealed his face, leaving me with nothing but the outline of a tall figure standing motionless beneath the shadows.A cold chill crawled down my spine.My feet moved before I could stop them, and as I drew closer to the window for a better lo

Kammie.The moment we pulled into the parking lot, I knew Bettany and Trey had gone completely overboard.People.There were people everywhere.The line stretched from the entrance of the bookstore and curved halfway around the building.My stomach dropped."Oh, absolutely not."Bettany looked at me, a grin playing on her lips and the freckles on her face brightened. "Oh, absolutely yes." She nudged my elbow like this was the most exciting event she'd rather be. I stared at the crowd.The crowd stared back.Some of them were already pointing.A few excited readers waved.One girl looked seconds away from passing out.My gaze darted to her in disbelief. "What did you do?" "I advertised."OOO no. She definitely did something worst I pin her with a knowing stare."You terrorized the internet.""That too."I bit my lip, suppressing another groan as a rough sigh left meThis was exactly why I preferred hiding behind a laptop with documents. Characters didn't ask for pictures. They didn't

Kammie. "You're delusional." I hissed. His gaze snapped to mine, gleaming like he was enjoying every second of this. His hand didn't stop its slow trace along my lower lip before pulling it away from my teeth like I was doing something far more dangerous than just biting it.I kept glaring at him the entire time.That bastard looked pleased with himself.Which was unfortunate.Because my face was burning red. Entirely his fault.And definitely not because my brain had decided to replay every damn thing he said like it was on loop.I would've been delighted to bend you over your couch and-No.Absolutely not.We were not doing that again in my head.Ever.Unfortunately, my body clearly didn't agree.Heat curled low in my stomach, traitorous and unwelcome.I hated it.I hated him.Mostly, I hated the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing."You're making this so much more enjoyable," he continued darkly, his breath against my neck, his voice a low growl of appreciation. "But I c

XERO. The cold night air slammed into my face as I checked the rearview mirror from where I was parked beneath the streetlights-a spot that gave me a clear view of the street and made it easy to strike if things went wrong.The skull mask covering my face concealed my identity well enough to keep me hidden.The laptop's dim glow illuminated the car's interior as I watched the driver exchange a few words with Angelica. The woman stood there without a second thought, speaking to him as though she were discussing nothing more than tomorrow's weather."Don't worry, ma'am. Everything will be taken care of. I assure you, your secret is safe with us."His voice echoed through my earpiece from the listening device I'd installed nearby. "Good." She nodded, looking straight at him. "If you decide to reveal what happens tonight, I'll expose all of your dealings. Everything."He smiled warily as he sized her up. Even from here, I caught the mockery hidden in his eyes."You don't have to worry a

Kammie. Ray found a table in the VIP authors' lounge. A bottle of tequila sat on a polished tray, surrounded by plates of untouched food-roasted chicken, glazed steaks, carved turkey, and a fruit salad that looked far too pristine to have been touched by anyone actually hungry.The hum of the ballroom faded slightly the moment we stepped into the quieter space.I lowered myself into the chair across from him, smoothing the sapphire fabric of my dress beneath me as I sat.For a brief second, neither of us spoke.He poured the drink first.Controlled like everything else he did.Then he slid the glass toward me.I didn't touch it immediately.Instead, I watched him.Really watched him.Up close, he looked even more composed than he had on stage. Dark hair slightly tousled like it had survived the night without trying to impress anyone. Expensive watch catching the low light. The kind of calm that didn't come naturally-it was practiced."Still suspicious of drinks?" he asked lightly, le