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  Married to My Stalker

  MINK

  Married to My Stalker

  MINK © 2021

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  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Contents

  Married to My Stalker

  Chapter 1

  Quinn

  Chapter 2

  Logan

  Chapter 3

  Quinn

  Chapter 4

  Logan

  Chapter 5

  Quinn

  Chapter 6

  Logan

  Chapter 7

  Quinn

  Chapter 8

  Logan

  Chapter 9

  Quinn

  Chapter 10

  Logan

  Chapter 11

  Quinn

  Chapter 12

  Logan

  Chapter 13

  Quinn

  Chapter 14

  Logan

  Chapter 15

  Quinn

  Chapter 16

  Logan

  Chapter 17

  Quinn

  Chapter 18

  Logan

  Chapter 19

  Quinn

  Chapter 20

  Logan

  Chapter 21

  Quinn

  Chapter 22

  Logan

  Epilogue

  Also by MINK

  About the Author

  Married to My Stalker

  MINK

  I’ve watched her every move from the moment I first saw her. She was irresistible. Still is. Quinn is the one I never saw coming. She’s so trusting—running into my arms as soon as I get home. Now she’s my wife, and I haven’t stopped watching her. I can’t. My line of work makes it dangerous to be involved with me, much less married to me.

  But she doesn’t know that part of my life, and I never intend to show her my ugly side. The problem is, no matter how carefully I treat her, my dark side tries to come out. It’s not enough to watch her anymore. I have to control her, to put my hands on her, to make her whimper and call my name.

  I stop myself. At least, I try to. Until she pushes for more. More of me, more of the darkness that I’ve been concealing from her. It’s like she wants all of me, not just the parts I’ve let her see.

  When danger comes knocking at our door, I can’t hide my true self any longer. But when she sees what I’m capable of, will she still run into my open arms?

  1

  Quinn

  “I’m addicted to your cakes.” Nova takes another giant bite of one of the mini cakes I made. She’s got three different flavors spread out in front of her. I want to kill her. I don’t understand how she can eat anything she wants and still be so freaking fit. Then again, she spends a lot of time in the gym. Unlike myself. I’m allergic to exercise. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

  Logan loves my cakes, so I went a little overboard. With them being mini size, making a few of each flavor wasn’t a big deal. I’ve been baking since I got done with work a few hours ago.

  My husband gets back home tonight, and I’ve missed him like crazy. His job has been pulling him away from home more lately. I hate it. In our first six months of marriage, we never spent one night apart. Now, he’s been having these random overnight trips more frequently. I thought our days of having to sleep without each other were over when we got married.

  My parents were so traditional growing up. Thankfully Logan popped the question pretty dang quickly and was in as much of a hurry as I was to get down the aisle. I was excited to start my new life with him, and things have been perfect up until now. I know he has to do this for work, but sometimes my mind wanders. This time he was gone for two days. He hadn’t even called to check in on me today, which is so unlike him. But I don’t want to make a big fuss, especially when I know his job means a lot to him.

  I’d gone from working for my father’s dental practice to a bookkeeping job Logan had gotten me soon after we got married. I can do it from home. I don’t love the job, but anything beats working for my father. I actually enjoyed the job at first because it was really flexible. Now that Logan isn’t home as much, I don’t really need the flexibility. I have a ton of free time on my hands. I’m actually starting to feel a bit lonely locked up in this house.

  “You’re going to take some home with you.” I grab a few containers to slip the cakes into.

  “What about that spaghetti? Is there extra of that too?” Nova wiggles her eyebrows.

  “How do you eat all these carbs and stay so thin?”

  “I work out a lot?” She shrugs.

  “Maybe I should work out with you.” I turn, trying to check out my own ass. I’ve always been on the curvy side. “Do you use the gym in the building?”

  I think there’s one in the building if I recall correctly. I’ve never used it before. I met Nova when I moved in with Logan after we got married. He gave me free rein over decorating our place, which I happily took. I wanted to make our space a home for the two of us. It had been a bit cold before.

  We’re supposed to move at some point into a house, but I don’t hate the penthouse. It’s nice to be in the city. More so with Logan working so much. It’s nice having so many options at your fingertips. Not that I go anywhere really, but it’s still nice to have the ability to.

  I don’t think I’d enjoy being stuck in a house all alone. Especially if it was out somewhere more remote. Nova is my saving grace a lot of the time. She’s always down to hang out. She’s so different from the friends I had growing up. That’s a good thing.

  “You don’t need to work out. Your man loves your body.”

  “Maybe,” I mumble, putting the lids on the containers.

  “Maybe? The hell? That man can’t keep his hands off you.” She rolls her eyes at me.

  “How long does the honeymoon thing last?”

  “Honeymoon thing?”

  “You know. The time period after you get married and they can’t keep their hands off you?”

  “Oh, the honeymoon phase. I don’t think you’re past that. Actually, I highly doubt it. I’ve seen how the two of you are together. Why? What’s going on?”

  “I don’t know.” I lick my lips, reminding myself I can tell Nova anything. Even so, opening up isn’t something I’m good at. “Sometimes I sense he’s holding back. One second I think he’s about to pounce on me, and the next he’s out the door. I can’t explain it. Never mind.” I turn, going back over to the stove to grab the pasta and drain it.

  I know I sound silly. Nova is right. Logan can’t keep his hands off me for the most part, but I swear there’s something between us lately. I can sense it. I just can’t put my finger on what it is.

  “That man loves you. I promise you that.”

  “You lived here when he was single, right?” I ask.

  “Yeah. Why?”

  “Did you see any of the girls he dated before me?” I glance over my shoulder to look at Nova. She’s staring right at me.

  “You're the only girl I've ever seen him with.”

  “Are you saying that to spare me?”

  “No! I swear to you. I’ve never seen him with anyone before.” She pushes her chair back from the kitchen island and walks over to me. “Are you sure this doesn’t have something to do
with you not getting pregnant yet?”

  “I don’t know.” I turn off the sauce on the stove, then put the lid on it. Everything is ready. I’ll only have to heat the bread. Now I need my husband to get home. Seeing him and knowing he’s here always puts me at ease.

  “The doctor said to give it time. Stop worrying.”

  I let out a long breath. “You’re right. I think I spend too much time in my head.” I wrap my arms around Nova, hugging her close. “Let me show you some stuff I ordered.” I pull her out of the kitchen and into the master suite.

  “Quinn!” Nova takes in the lingerie I have laid out on the bed.

  “I really love the white, but I want to be sexy. Should I do the red?”

  “Honestly, I think the white is just as, if not more, sexy than the red. It screams innocence. Play that up.” She’s trying to tease me.

  “I think my innocence might be part of the problem.”

  “What does that mean?”

  My face starts to heat. “Nothing. White it is.” I grab the red lingerie off the bed and put it away in the closet. “You gotta go. Logan will be home soon, and I’m going to put this one on.” I pick up the white nightie. My phone dings, alerting me that I have a message.

  I pull it out from my pocket to see a text from Logan. My heart sinks as I read it.

  “Looks like I won’t be needing this one either.” I walk over and put the white nightie away as well. I hold back the tears that threaten to fall. “I think there’s going to be more than enough spaghetti for you. Stay, please.”

  “Oh, Quinn.” She gives me another hug. This time I can’t help but burst into tears.

  2

  Logan

  The last drop of blood washes out of my shirt with a few more dabs of cold water. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I don’t look at it. I already know what it is. Another contract. Then again, I suppose it could be the Brotherhood with their veiled threats. It doesn’t matter, I won’t be joining up. I’m independent and intend to stay that way.

  Once I’m cleaned up, I check myself in the mirror and run a hand through my hair. Quinn deserves me at my best, not in a mess from whatever job I’ve just been on.

  “You’re in trouble.” Nova leans against the doorframe behind me.

  “I tried to get back as fast as I could.” I turn to meet her chiding expression head on.

  “She was going to wear a nightie. A sweet little white one.”

  My cock likes the sound of that. Actually, anything to do with Quinn. My sweet little wife is an absolute sex bomb; she just hasn’t realized it yet.

  “And she made you dinner and cupcakes. But you didn’t show.” Nova tsks and shakes her head.

  “I’m going to make up for it.” I point to the animal carrier I put on her entry table.

  She casts a glance at it. “I saw it. ” She raises a brow. “You know my last boyfriend was a cat person.” She shivers. “I’d wake up at midnight with his cat on my chest, just staring down at me with murder in her eyes. Like she was jealous, you know? I don’t know how I survived it, to be honest. Seems like dog people are saner, maybe?”

  “This cat isn’t like that.” At least I think it’s not. I picked it up from the pound this afternoon. To its credit, it let me do my work assignment without making a peep and accepted treats and pets from me once we were on our way home.

  “We’ll see.” She peers into the cage. “Don’t hurt my girl, lil feline.”

  “Not on my watch.” I grab the cage and gesture toward the door. Nova opens it for me. “Good luck. I cheered her up as much as I could, but you’re definitely in the doghouse. You have to get a grip on your calendar. You’re a married man now. You can’t be coming and going at all hours.”

  “I’ll handle it. These contracts have to slow down sometime soon.” I wait for her to close the door behind me, then hit the elevator to the penthouse.

  When I walk in, the place is quiet. I can smell the lingering scent of spaghetti sauce and garlic bread. My stomach growls as I place my briefcase and cat supplies on the kitchen counter, then continue toward the master bedroom with the cage in hand.

  “Sugar?” I call quietly as I enter the room.

  She’s asleep in bed. Wearing one of my shirts, she’s got her head on my pillow. Damn, I love this woman.

  When I place the cage on the bed, she stirs.

  “Hey, sugar. I’m sorry I’m so late.” I sit down beside her and cup her warm cheek. “Are you okay?”

  “I am now that you’re home.” She turns toward me. “But you missed dinner.” She blinks the sleep from her eyes. “And I made cupcakes.” She takes a deep breath. “And we need to talk.”

  I guess Nova was right. I’ve fucked up bigtime if Quinn’s telling me we need to talk. “I’m sorry, and I know. I should’ve been here. But I was a little preoccupied earlier.”

  “Preoccupied?” She sits up, suspicion flitting across her face. “With someone else?”

  That draws a laugh from me, but Quinn isn’t smiling. I stow my amusement. “Quinn, there’s no one else in the world I’d rather spend time with than you. I can promise you that.” I take her hand and kiss it. “You’re my everything. My wife, my future. Everything.”

  She starts to smile, then turns her head when a meow sounds from the crate. “Is that…” Her eyes widen. “Is that a kitten?”

  “Go look and see my tiny preoccupation.” I reach over and turn the crate around so the door is facing Quinn.

  She puts a hand to her mouth. “Oh my. Oh. My.” Tears spring to her eyes as I open the door. “Really, Logan? It’s mine?”

  “He’s yours.” I kiss her forehead then sit back and watch as the fuzzy tabby steps from the crate and sniffs the bedspread.

  “Hi,” Quinn coos and scoops him into her arms. “Hi, little baby. I’m Quinn. I’m your mommy.”

  Just seeing her like this gets me choked up. Damn, I’m losing it over her calling a kitten her baby. We both want children so badly, but we haven’t had any luck yet. But I already know she’ll be a wonderful mom, and if this kitten is any indication, she’ll take to parenting like a duck to water.

  “What’s his name?” She snuggles him, letting him paw her hair.

  “I figured that would be up to you.”

  “Me?” She pulls him away and looks into his face as he purrs. Scooting closer to me, she rests between my legs and leans against my chest. “That’s such a big responsibility. Naming something like this.”

  “You can do it.” I wrap my arms around her, then press my lips against her ear. “Do you forgive me?”

  She turns her head, and I kiss her full on the lips. God, I’ve needed her today. Her touch is the only thing that can soothe me when I’ve done any particularly vicious jobs. It’s a hitman’s life, but one she can’t know about. As far as she’s concerned, I run a company from a neat corner office in a high-rise nearby.

  “How about, umm, Harley?”

  “Harley?” I nibble her bottom lip.

  “Like Harley Quinn. From the comics!”

  “I love the way your mind works. Have I mentioned this?” I kiss her neck.

  “Maybe a few times.” She giggles.

  “I’m sorry, sugar. I really am. I hope the kitten makes up for some of it. And I hope you’ll let me stroke your kitty to make up for the rest.”

  She gasps and covers Harley’s ears. “Not in front of the baby.”

  I can’t help my smile. When Quinn is happy, I’m happy. And I intend to make her happy every day of our lives together.

  My phone vibrates again.

  She looks over her shoulder as the kitten snuggles against her chest. “Work?” she asks.

  “It’s nothing.” My phone vibrates again.

  She arches a brow and scoots to her side of the bed. Putting the kitten down, she strokes his fur as he purrs and claws at her pillow.

  “He’s already starting his shift at the biscuit factory.” She scratches his chin. “Good kitty.”

  My phon
e is full-on ringing now. Fuck.

  “I should take this.” I stand.

  “Okay.” She hides her hurt, but I can sense it. Fuck. Maybe Nova was right. Maybe I’m screwing this whole thing up.

  I snatch my phone and walk into the bathroom. “What?” I bark into it.

  “Clevenger would like a word.” Sister Jezebel’s tone is clipped. Her boss, Clevenger, the leader of the Brotherhood of Assassins, isn’t happy with me.

  “I’m busy.” I glance back toward the bedroom. “Tell him I’ll call him back.” Sister Jezebel’s startled noise of protest is cut off as I hit the end button and hold the side button to turn my phone off entirely.

  Dangerous and stupid, my decision might not be what’s best for my career, but it’s certainly what’s best for my marriage. Right now, Quinn needs me. And, as I strip out of my clothes and hit the shower, I already know I’m going to fuck her until she passes out tonight. After all, she’s my sugar, and I’m dying for a taste.

  3

  Quinn

  Harley curls up into a little ball and purrs away as he starts to fall asleep. My mind begins to wander as I wait for Logan to come back from taking his call. Why does he always have to step out of the room when he makes a phone call? I heard him snap at whoever it was. I swear I heard a woman's voice.

  I remind myself this isn’t the Stone Age. That women work in finance too. I’m letting my insecurities get the best of me. I recall a few times my mom taking me out for ice cream, and we’d always end up passing by my father's office and sitting outside. I’d eat my ice cream while she watched to see who might be coming and going from his office. I pretended not to know what she was really up to. I’d overheard a few of their fights, so I understood exactly what she was doing. My father always denied he was cheating, but even I thought he was full of baloney.