Cat and Mouse by Stephanie Wilson (best thriller novels to read .TXT) 📕

It was less than fifteen minutes from his home. But of course, Jeremy took this as yet another sign of their destined love. He believed, not acknowledging that the photo was taken before they met, that she had posted it to her wall just so he could find her. She was providing the breadcrumbs that he needed.

He printed out the photo, and stuck it to his wall, a slow smile spreading across the usually so sullen face.

*

Jeremy had taken to sitting outside of Amanda Porters house in his car, a pair of binoculars in his lap. Many times he had glimpsed her undressing in her bedroom, through a tiny opening in her curtains, which she left so deliberately. He believed her to be his little temptress, to be putting on little shows for him as he sat in the street, watching and relishing in the enormity of the game they were playing.

Sometimes he would simply watch her eat breakfast through the windows, other times he would watch her read. Once or twice he had dared to go up to the door, and press himself against it. Imagining the she was on the other side.

But then came the day that she hadn’t arrived home at the normal time. Feeling increasingly more panicky, Jeremy had taken to continuously checking her Facebook page, waiting for a message to tell him that she was OK.

What is she was hurt? What if someone was hurting her? She needs me!

Right when he was contemplating starting his engine and roaming around the streets aimlessly, in the hope that the would come across her, when he saw two people walking down the street. One was unmistakingly her, he could tell those delicious curls a mile away. The other was a round shouldered thin man.

Though the panic lessened with the sight of her, a tight knot was still developing in his gut.

Sinking further into his seat, he watched as the two made the way up Amanda’s driveway. They paused at the door.

And then it happened.

A kiss on the lips – so quick that Jeremy wondered if he had perhaps imagined it. But than they were kissing again, tenderly. Amanda’s hands were stroking his cheek, the kiss became more tender, and that man...

...that man DARES to put his filthy hands in MY WOMANS HAIR!

*

And so the green eyed demon sunk his fangs into Jeremy’s stomach, sending its venom coursing through his veins, consuming his mind. The venom was heightened by Jeremy’s selfish righteous belief that he had been wronged and validated by the idea that he someone owned Amanda Porter.

But, this was not the first time that Jeremy had danced with the green eyed demon. Nor would it be his last. He had learnt from his past mistakes, and he took his time to ensure that the vengeance he sought would be the sweetest he could manage.

So he waited, unable to sleep, unable to eat. And when the time was right, he snuck his way into Amanda’s home using the key that she left under a plastic rock. He took his time in her home, knowing that she wouldn’t be home for two hours. He went through her possessions, stroked her undergarments, smelled her perfume. He smothered himself in her, absorbing everything he could into his skin and mind.

Then he saw the red garment, hidden in a Victoria’s Secret bag. Lacy, see through.

She is nothing but a whore. The bitch will get what is coming to her.

With that thought driving in the final nails of Amanda Porters coffin, he made his way into her closet, settling himself in for the remaining hour until he knew she would arrive.

His hand rested on the knife he had stolen from his mother’s kitchen, and he ran his thumb up and down the cool steel. Only now did he feel at peace.

Only now did the dance with the green devil subside.

All Jeremy had to do was wait.

Publication Date: 01-25-2014

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