Page 23 of Wickedly Played (Checkmate #1)

Chapter Twenty

STALKER

Serena looks stunning in her silky robe, lacy lingerie, and stockings, accentuating her long legs. I would love to wrap her legs around my waist again. The woman is a goddess. Her bodyguard needs to fucking die.

He keeps getting closer and closer to her. I see the way he’s looking at her like he wants to take a bite. I can’t let that happen. She’s mine. I would set him on fire after breaking all his bones in his body to touch what belongs to me.

It has been six months since this game with Serena began. For six months, I have waited for her to come to her senses and realize I’m the only one for her. I know she loves me. I can see it in the way she moves. I can see how much she wants me, too.

I watched her bodyguard have her pressed against the wall like she was some hooker. As if she weren’t the goddess she truly is. I hate him for touching her. I hate that he lives in her house with her. I know he’s probably thinking about touching her again.

Clearing my throat, I break up their little love fest. My hand was about to close around my pistol, but something inside of me told me not to do it.

Grabbing my pad of paper and my pen, I think about the following note I’m going to write for Serena.

“Could I get you another glass of wine?”

I turn in my seat to see the pretty bartender with long blonde hair. She has a nice smile and kind eyes, and she looks like an angel. “You could give me your cell phone number,” I wink at her.