Eight long years of fun.

I’ve been watching. I’m always watching.

He’s never had anyone like this woman. This pregnant woman. I know my Asher would never give another woman MY baby.

I’ve been planning it for years. Our baby will be so beautiful. Long, silky, blonde hair just like her daddy. The prettiest eyes that you’ve ever seen. So blue that they looked like the clearest summer day’s sky. And her lips would be full, just like her daddy, Asher.

Yes. It has to be a mistake, because MY Asher would never let MY baby grow in that whore’s body!

I watched her walk out just this morning, her laughter making me want to slice her throat right there in front of her tall friend and the old, fat doorman.

She’s a whore. A whore that has had her filthy hands on MY Asher.

My head feels tight again. The voices are back. They keep telling me what needs to happen next. I need to make her pay. She needs to understand that she will never take MY man and MY baby.

After grabbing my purse, I press the button for the lower garage, where all the tenants park their vehicles. I know which one belongs to that whore. I’ve run my fingers all over it just imagining what it would feel like if it were her skin. So fragile when using the right tools.

I pull the hammer out of my large bag, walking around the car a few times before deciding where to start. I slam my weapon against the headlights. Then the taillights. I use all my strength to smash it against every inch of the car’s metal. When I step back to admire my art, my chest moves fast as sweat coats my skin.

I can’t wait until I can do the same thing to that whore’s body.

Before I leave, I grab the can out of my bag, walk over to her car, and lean over carefully. I wouldn’t want to cut my body. Asher loves my body the way it looks, and I’ve worked hard to keep it slim, tight, and tan. Shaking the can a few times, I bring it closer to my destroyed carnage of that whore’s car, taking my time to make sure every letter is perfect.

I toss the can on the ground when I’m done. I don’t need it anymore. The only thing I need now is that whore and my hammer.

I press the button I need before reaching into my bag and grabbing my ‘candies,’ opening the bottle, and taking two for good measure. I need to remember to get more. I hate the way I feel when I’m not feeling my ‘candies.’

I make quick work of my next duty. I need to make sure that Asher has a clear path to finally come and take me in his arms. He’s going to be so happy to see me—I just know it. He’s been waiting so patiently for me to come and take him back.

It doesn’t take much for me to sneak up on the old coot that sits in his office all day, only coming out occasionally to say hi to the other idiots that walk in and out of his lobby.

He’s watching an old Friends rerun when I peek in the cracked doorway. I can see his master keys hanging from his belt. This would be so much easier if he were sleeping, but oh well—the show must go on.

I use the handle of my hammer and crack it against his temple. He goes down like the dead weight he is, and I don’t waste a second grabbing the keys.

I know exactly where I need to go now.

I’ve been watching. I’m always watching.

Always watching.

Until now.

Chapter 33 – Chelcie

Thirty Minutes Earlier

“I had fun today,” I tell Dee while she pulls out of the parking lot, headed back to the apartment. “But I’m exhausted.”

“You’re always exhausted. Hey, how do you have sex with that big old belly in the way?”

“Are you serious?” I chuckle.

“Well, yeah. Does it get in the way? Or does Asher like, I don’t know, bang into it? Oh my GOD! Does his dick hit the baby?”

I look over at her, my mouth agape, trying to figure out if she’s joking with me right now.

She looks over, rolls her eyes, and stresses, “I’m not pulling your leg, Chelcie! I’m serious right now. I need to know these things. If Beck and I decide to have kids, I don’t think I could give up sex. There’s no damn way. But I don’t want my kid to come out with a cheese head because his daddy’s ding dong kept playing Whac-A-Mole.”

I burst out laughing, complete with snorting and almost choking on my spit. “Holy shit, Dee. How can you be so clueless about something that is so natural for a woman’s body? No, there is no chance that the baby will have a…how did you put it? Oh, a cheese head.” I snort again. “Sex isn’t off-limits, but now that I’ve gotten bigger, we have to get more creative. I prefer doggie style. Just makes it easier with all of the pressure my body has. No need to worry, Dee. You won’t have to give up sex when you get pregnant.”