39. Possessively Obsessed

Ann's POV

The moment I saw Brice walk with Ella to his car, I recognized that the woman was not her. The way she attached himself to Brice was too poised as if they were trying their best to look like a couple. The feeling didn't sit well with me, and that's when I saw it. Her eyes, they're too alert, as if she was looking out to her surrounding like a mouse ready to fight back.

"Damn it!" I cursed the second I realized that she was not Ella, and the real Ella had left town.

Weeks earlier I'd spent days cursing, throwing stuff when I learned that Ella was being followed by bodyguards. Everywhere I follow her, she was never alone. Later on, I knew her twin brothers were putting security details on her. I shook my head trying to think hard on how to kill the bitch.

Brice will be mine.
Brice will be mine.
Brice will be mine.

I promised to myself, said the words over and over again, every time I reached a dead end. My nails were red from my nerves, I chew them when I get agitated with each failed effort to kill the bitch.

"Fucking brothers," I muttered in annoyance. I've been behind on my plans, the scheduling is all messed up. She should be dead by now. Instead, my guy was nowhere to claim the rest of his money. Meaning Ella was still alive.

My hitman must be dead, or worst in custody. Luckily for me, I found him from some shady Craigslist and had covered my tracks impressively. The man I hired had quite a reputation that I was willing to spend money upfront. But now I was regretting it when he hadn't contacted me hours after our agreed timeline.

I was pacing in my cozy second apartment, I was living comfortably enough from the allowance my parents provided me. My nine-to-five job barely covered my bare necessities, but I had never been motivated enough to find a better one. My simple kind of lifestyle, my non-existing friends, both didn't even make a dent in my savings. Yet, my full-time adoration for my sweet high school love Brice Durant was keeping me busy. Basically, all of my money goes to loving him.

One day... he will see
One day... he will love me
One day... we will be together

I decided to go to my printer and calm myself down, I picked up another photo of his meeting that was supposed to be the end of Ella, the woman who stabbed me in the back and end up fucking my Brice and engaged to my high school love. Taking a deep breath, I try not to think about the backstabbing bitch and continue plastering Brice's picture on the walls over old pictures of him and several of my handwritten poems for the man.

My one-bedroom apartment was my own private hideout from my other apartment where mom and dad would visit when they're in town. The event would only happen maybe once or twice a year, and I couldn't care less about that place. This, my Brice floor-to-ceiling plastered pictures apartment is my sanctuary, my place of comfort. The place where I plan my future with the love of my life.

I have no qualms about the women who he dated, because I know one day he will be mine, that our love and his love for me will trump his previous ones. My smile grew wider when I rest my back on my bed, taking Brice's pillow and suffocating it in my embrace while smelling his scent. I've indulged my sense of smell with his perfume, bathe, and shampooed with his favorite body products. Yes, I'd dumpster dive into his trash and break into his hotel room when I followed him on his book tour. It was way easier than breaking into his apartment.

The woodsy scent once again brings a smile to my face while I gaze onto the ceiling and slipped my hand between my legs while my eyes were to his handsome face plastered above me. "Fuck...soon now, my love..."

These kinds of nights happen too often as I please myself while staying patient until the day he will be the one pleasuring my body, loving me as he should. When that day comes I will surely cherish our love. And until then, I will scream his name as I climax looking at his hot sexy body plastered on the ceiling.

The next morning I woke up groaning as the alarm alerted, then reminded me that the jackass hitman still hadn't checked in with me.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I know what to do next and my body move instinctively as I started stripping his pictures from the walls, the ceilings, and dumping everything into the trash bag. I move in a calculated manner, sweeping my eyes at the rooms, making sure I didn't leave anything behind.

I was in my oversize black hoodie jumper over my non-conspicuous black track pants and worn-out sneakers. I was moving my stuff back and forth to my car, thankfully I didn't have a lot of stuff and finished two hours later. I hated the hold-up in my plan, I hated that Ella made me pull back, made me move out of my sanctuary, and forced me to find another one.

"That woman is going to feel my anger," I grumbled as I put my car in gear and blend into the mid-morning traffic and head out to the abandoned parking lot to change to another car. It took me another hour to put my belongings in the storage facility I rent under another alias.

It was a lot of work, I spent more than half a day to hide my ass from the police radar. The first time was a bit sloppy, though they didn't suspect more, but I was not satisfied with the trail that I had to make sure didn't lead to me.

But today, I was proud of myself and smugly sure that I didn't leave anything behind.

Dinner was already cold when I find out that Ella was at her parents'. My fingers were still on the keyboard after furiously typing, looking for information, paying several hackers, making sure no one was on to what I was doing.

"Goddamn, one of these days, bitch. You will die, even if I have to make sure and kill you myself." I mumbled, deciding that I was done with dinner and throwing the rest of my deli sandwich.

I ended the night by watching one of Brice's interviews on my laptop. Tomorrow's a new day, today was not mine, but tomorrow. Tomorrow I will plan her death and take one step closer to my ever after. My time is near, I can feel it, I can taste it, I want it badly, so fucking badly. I thought as I trace his image on my laptop. That night I sleep dreaming of him laying by my side whispering sweet loving words in my ears.

He will be mine.
Soon.