Deviant by Jaimie Roberts Read Free Book Online

no knowing why the hell they went. It was like the mystery of it all compelled people to want to go even more. Louisa, being the journalist she was had been determined to find out all about it. I couldn’t say how many times she’d driven past it just itching to get inside to see what it was all about.
    And now she wants me to go? Of course I’m going to have to go; otherwise, I would never hear the end of it. I knew my parents had been badgering me about coming to see them. Between their work and mine, we never seemed to find the time. I was going to suggest this weekend, but it looks as though that wouldn’t happen now.
    With a sigh, I shut the door and hit REPLY.
     
    I’m not a fan of getting beaten by my friends, so I think I’m left with little choice.
     
    I pressed SEND, then opened the door and made my way down to the street. I wasn’t going to use my car today, but I couldn’t help but take a peak outside to see if it was backed in again. Sure enough, it was, but I was hardly surprised anymore.
    The morning went the way I planned, and I even managed to pick up the all-important Twiglets for Jeremy. I was really looking forward to meeting him. He seemed like a pretty cool kid. I also got stocked up on wine and some mince for the Bolognaise tonight. Ian always said I cooked a mean Bolognaise.
    I walked into my flat, bags in tow, and immediately headed for the bathroom. I could hardly be surprised at what I found when I got there. With a deep sigh, I tried calming myself before switching the toilet paper back around the proper way. My stranger was either trying to wind me up, or he thought this was a hilarious game. Either way, sometimes it grated on me. If this was a relationship, I would meet someone and ask them to move in with me, taking the consequences as they came. With this guy, I had no other choice but to put up with his annoying habits.
    So, Tyler went about her business in her home where her stranger visits. In her home where he watches her and knew all about her. I must be crazy to put up with that shit .
    All of it made me think about Brad for a minute. I would gladly have taken him to my bed last night but, for some reason, I was glad it never happened. My stranger obviously felt he had a claim on me. Why? I wasn’t sure. And what he would do about it, I wasn’t sure of that, either. I’m not saying I was glad because I didn’t want to piss my stranger off. But I’m not the type of girl to bring some random guy back to their place and sleep with him. In a sense, he kind of did me a favour. In another sense, though, it made me wonder about meeting someone. What if I did meet a guy and we got along really well? What if, at some point, I wanted to bring him back here? What if we wanted to build a relationship? What would happen to my stranger then? What would he do about it? I didn’t know the answers. At the same time, as it was freaking me out a little, it also made me a little excited, in a perverted sort of way.
    I know I probably needed to see someone. I must be certifiable by keeping all this quiet. My parents and friends would go ballistic if they ever knew I was being practically stalked and I did nothing about it, said nothing about it. To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t understand the logic behind it myself. He must be a little crazy himself if he went around doing things like this. It obviously wasn’t normal. It was deviant behaviour, and I sat there wondering what the hell he was going to do next. He had been my constant for the past three years, but it never went beyond tidying up what I had messed up, or moving something to a spot he thought it should be. Did last night’s outburst change things? Will it finally set something in motion that will answer all my longing questions? Who was he? What did he want with me? Am I going to wake up during the night with him hovering over my bed and an axe in his hand? They were all perfectly logical questions. The only thing seeming to