Chapter 195 A Man Called Ryder {1}

Chapter 195 A Man Called Ryder {1}

One week ago, I'd received a note which was placed on my desk in the parlour. At first it had me wondering who would have walked into my house to drop that message.

When I peeled it open, it read:

'You take my breath away, and I marvel at every contour of your body.'

Goosebumps pimpled my flesh, my heart drummed. Someone was watching me even while I undress, ate and did every other thing in the house. Due to how I commuted from Grace Elementary school to where I formerly lived, I decided to take my principal's idea to get an apartment which was close to the school.

And the strangest things had been occuring since I moved into my new place. I had tried to calm my worried thoughts, play along and hopefully whoever that person was would reveal himself. So I thought.

Strangely even as I wrote back and place each letter on the table, and stick around in dark corners to catch this individual, I would regrettably see no one.

'I know you've been waiting up all night to catch sight of me. I can see you but you can't see me.'

My hands trembled when I read his message. With quivering lips and shaky hands, I began to search every corners of the house. The house was definitely haunted, whoever that individual was was having unduly access in my house.

"Who the fucking hell are you!" I wrote back to him, squashing the idea of confronting my landlord about the said rumored apartment. If only I'd learned about these occurrences earlier, I wouldn't have paid the rent.

Whosoever that was playing games with me would definitely reveal himself in no time. If he could write me in plain, neat and eligible letters - I assume he was human.

'Name's Ryder O'Connell. These few times that I'd seen you naked, including touching your most sensitive parts... I imagined what it would be if were on me.'

What the fuck!

He had seen me naked, he had even caught me touching myself. And what day was that? Sunday, or Tuesday? My folds pulsated, maybe from heightened sense that I was watched from someone unknown. Maybe he wanted me afraid and he enjoyed playing games with me.

"I need to play along," I told myself.

"Ryder," I grabbed a pen to write back to him, "my locks are all intact, how do you sneek into my house without my notice. You place these disturbing messages to taunt me, do you? I do not need to repeat myself, reveal yourself or I will be forced to leave this apartment for you." I wrote back to him, hating the fact that his previous letter strongly had an effect on me.

I remembered what happened on Tuesday, I'd seen a snippet of Travis, my ex boyfriend and his girlfriend, Rylee, my best friend kissing on my timeline. They both had betrayed my trust in them by making a fool out of me. I had known Travis had something up his sleeve when I confronted him that our communication was getting less. He was a renowned artist who was busy with tours, so I'd assumed with the less chances of time he had in his hands, we could meet up for dates and more quality time.

Never had I imagined that those quality times I wanted with him was what he was sharing with Rylee, my best friend. Rylee was a beautician, and these two shared some similarities together. I hadn't caught them making out, nah, that wasn't it. They both had the audacity to call me out on a date and reveal their love for each other.

And seeing their video online had me pissed, I drank myself to stupor and found myself touching myself while in bed to relive myself of the fury. That was how Ryder O'Connell had seen me.

My cheeks blossomed as the memory consumed me. Had Ryder truly noticed the way I had parted my legs, flicked my index finger over my swollen clitoris? Maybe my gasps or moans had alerted him, and pulled him out from whatever hole he was in_

I paused myself in my thoughts. Why was I thinking about this? It made no sense that even the very thought turned me on.

Ryder's letter came earlier than I had expected. As soon as I returned from work, his letter sat there on the table, already waiting for me. They usually arrive in the early hours of the day, but this day was different.

I raced towards it, my heart jumping in excitement. Running my tongue across my glossy lips, I read: 'You don't have to leave the house for my sake. Should I say, I enjoy teasing you but it is not my wish to do so. Do get a full length mirror, and you'll get to see me. And I'll gladly aid you in getting a magnificent orgasm.'

Magnificent orgasm stood out for me. It had me salivating for more. Hell, this Ryder could be a ghost for all I care! Had I ever thought of that? Instead I was consumed by how he intended to aid me in the erotic act. What if he was a gnome, or worst a one-eyed monster?

I scoffed to myself. I should do well to stop reading all those horror fantasy books, they never do well to help me in my everyday life afterall.

I ordered for a full mirror and it arrived later the following day which was a weekend. Placing it at the edge of the bedroom, positioned in a way that if one were to walk in, the first thing they noticed was the mirror.

There was no way I was leaving this haunted house, I reminded myself. Whosoever this Ryder O'Connell was, I would love to see him. The rest of the day waltzed slowly by until dusk arrived.

I was wearing a cotton gown, my hair was styled in a messy bun while I stood before the mirror. I hadn't received any of Ryder's letters and I began to wonder if I was hallucinating afterall the house itself was haunted.

I was still standing before the mirror three hours later. "Mylar, you're crazy for believing the words of a ghost," I smirked at my reflection as I inhaled sharply before I tried to turn away.

The windows rattled as some wind blew in, and I froze. There he was, standing behind me in the mirror. He was dressed in all shades of black which seemed almost worn out. The moment his eyes sought mine in the reflection, my body trembled.

He had the most darkest yet handsome look I had ever seen: high cheekbones, squared jaw, dark, intense eyes that could smother one if they could stay longer under his gaze. His hands_ I gasped when I noticed how veiny and fit they were when he pulled them from his pockets.

"Don't turn around," he warned, his voice thick and deep that it shook my entire body. "If you do, I don't know how long you might see me again."

I nodded as I swallowed. "You're truly a ghost." I noted.

"Will you run away from me now that you've discovered that?" He took a step, and I knew I felt his presence. The air was heavy around me and my heart was racing a marathon.

"How did you die?" I muttered as he stepped closer.

"I figured you wanted us to get down to business." He scoffed, drawing near to me.

I knew what he was talking about. As much as his probing gaze was teasing my folds to liquid, I wanted to know if it wasn't just my imagination toying with me.

"I'm almost crossing to the great beyond. You're the one holding me back," he pressed his body to mine that a soft gasp escaped my lips.

Me? That was insane. He did had a life, what had happened? I wanted to know everything. He raised a hand and ripped the band holding my dark hair. The way it spiralled out had my lips quivering.

"There are many things I could do to you, Mylar," his voice had gone hoarse. "Many, dirty things," he added.

I noticed the way my nipples pressed hard against my cotton gown. My breath rose and fell that I forced myself to part my lips.

"You know my name?" I breathed heavily.

"There are lot of things I know about you, Mylar Belmont." He pressed me hard against the mirror.

His hands began to move to my gown, I could feel his fingers grazing my skin as they glided effortlessly while pulling up my gown. I gasped again as the chilled wind hit my naked buttocks.

I had decided not to wear nothing underneath the flowery gown. I could feel his breath to my neck as his lips moved to my neck. Was he real? But when my hands moved to touch him, he wasn't there. But I could feel him touching me, he felt real to me.

"God," I moaned, catching my lower lip under my teeth. "Will you tell me how you died?" I was dying to know who he was.

"I'm not dead, Mylar. At least, not yet," he pressed his clutch to my buttocks as his lips sank lower.

"Hmmm," I moaned again, he was big right there, probably thick and veiny like his hands. Since he alone could touch me, I could manage with that.

"Can you feel it?" He groaned, wrapping a hand around my waist. "I can smell your essence." His lips brushed against that sensitive spot in my neck and I trembled slightly.

"Yes," I gasped, closing my eyes.

"I will tell you all about me as we make love. I can't wait to sink myself in you," he pushed me harder to his dick.

Something clicked in the room, suddenly lights flooded the room. I squeezed my eyes shut momentarily as the light stilled it to a close. My younger sister stood by the switch, her eyes widened at the way I stood with my buttocks exposed.

"Mylar, are you alright?" Darlene, my sister finally found her voice whilst ignoring my state.