Amelia's POV
Trust me, I've been waiting impatiently for the close of work all day. I saw him leaving earlier, with Dakota. He claimed he never f****d her, but somehow I was dying of jealousy deep inside.
I want to be his only servant, his only victim. Only me. Maybe that's why I was hoping to go to his place and catch her there early enough, and f*****g kill her for messing with my predator.
I hate that s**t. I obsessed over it for the last two hours of work straight, and I completely ignored the coworker I had been flirting with as some kind of distraction and drove off, straight for his place. I don't even know what I've become at this point.
I got there, but this time the door was locked so he came to get it. He was shirtless, wearing just jean pants. I can't get used to seeing him
