Julian: A Dark Angel Series Companion Novella (Dark Angel #3) Read Free

and my landlord evicted me. My mother begged me to stay with her. I had officially hit rock bottom, a fatality waiting to happen.
    I needed to escape my drug dealer; as long as he supplied it, I would take it. Moving across the country was the best decision I could have made for myself. Fun in the sun, back to enjoying surfing and other outdoor sports that I used to love. California was the answer.
    The universe had other ideas, or perhaps it was fate. Charlie? Living in LA? You could imagine my shock. The signs were there; we were meant to be. I just needed to make sure I didn’t fuck up this time.
    So here I am today, exactly eight months after the gala when I last touched her. My beautiful Charlie. She was glowing in her strapless black gown. Her smile was enough to erase all my bad history, enough to make me believe in a light at the end of the tunnel.
    Enough for me to tell her I still loved her.
    She told me she loved her husband, not that I believed it for a second. There were too many pauses, and I knew Charlie better than anyone else; her marriage was falling apart. I knew I was weak when I begged her to be with me, and I knew I was praying for that miracle again.
    It never came. Instead, she walked back into his arms, and I walked into another dealer’s stash.
    I stand up from the bed and walk over to my closet. Behind my sports jackets is a slight cavity in the wall. I reach in and pull it out. It’s the photo of Charlie I took when we were together, naked, spread out on my bed. The lust in her eyes, the way she begged me to fuck her. I feel myself harden instantly, and with that, I reach into the cavity again and pull out the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t, the one thing I battled with myself to not do anymore. I pull out her panties, the ones I stole from her house a few months ago.
    I struggle with my morals; I know it’s wrong but the obsession takes a hold of me, and so I pull it towards me and inhale the scent.
    The scent that belonged to Charlie.
    Like a shot of Morphine, it spreads through me, igniting my senses, my greed, and my lust. All of the things I promised myself I wouldn’t allow myself to feel. Tonight, I will sneak into her place again, just to watch her one more time. He’s in London. I’ll be safe. I can protect her.
    Just one more night…then I promise to stop…
    One more night.
    But I am wrong.

Chapter 2
    The loud banging on the door wakes me from my deep slumber. I turn over to look at my watch—7 a.m.
    Who the fuck? I rub my eyes vigorously, the memory of last night flashing before me, reminding me why I am beyond exhausted.
    A faint glow filtered through the room. Her silhouette teased me and my heart thumped so loud I was certain it would pop out of my chest. She lifted her blouse over her shoulders. Fuck, this was it. This was what I had been waiting for. Her hands reached for the bottom of her tank top, gliding it just above her stomach until she stopped. She focused on something else. Walking over to the nightstand, a smile widened across her face as she placed the cell to her ear.
    An hour later, I sat still behind the bushes, irritated by the length of the conversation. No doubt she was talking to him. Fucking asshole, can’t even leave her alone for an hour. Considering he was in London for this big conference, you would think he would be all business.
    Her movements changed, my boredom shifted, I positioned my binoculars, hoping to continue what I had come here for. Instead, I saw the slow drop of the blinds covering my view, and she was out of sight.
    Fucking hell!
    I kicked the rock beside me in frustration, a stupid move as the pain ricocheted throughout me. God, you’re a fucking loser, Julian . Just like every other time I had done this, the lust was soon overcome by guilt. I was a sick bastard for doing this, and I knew the only reason I allowed myself to do it was because it replaced my addiction to Cocaine. Surely stalking Charlie was healthier, right?