Tossing and turning in my bed, I couldn't sleep. The thought of her filled my mind. There was this urge to talk to her, find an excuse to be close to her or even hold her.
Yes, she has a huge effect on me. I am practically her stalker, always watching, listening and craving for what she does, how she does it and when she does it.
Since her arrival, I've not faced her. Not because I can't but, I thought that I could find a reason to hate her, but I couldn't. Believe me, I tried hard. Instead, there was this invisible force constantly pulling me to her.
I watched her every move on the hidden CCTV around her. I am sure she has no idea. Furthermore, I know it's a bit creepy, but my mansion is fortified with cameras in every corner. The only dark spot in the study because I don't want someon
