3 MONTHS BEFORE THE WEDDING
Bringing them into the house wasn't hard.
Madison had said it herself—"She needs to be with family until after marriage." I agreed with her out loud. Smiled. Nodded.
I was already planning everything before they moved in.
I knew Lily wouldn't sleep in the rooms downstairs. Too close to her siblings or her parents. Too easy to hear voices. She liked the upstairs corner room. Quiet. The view—breathtaking.
She chose it, of course. I always knew she would.
I made sure it was clean. I picked the sheets myself—cool cotton, soft blue. She liked blues. I didn't ask. I just knew.
It's funny... I don't think Madison even noticed how much I pay attention to Lily. She sees me as this supportive fiancé. "My Woody." The fixer. The calm one. The guy who does the dishes.
Meanwhile, I'm counting Lily's footsteps every time she walks past my office. I know which perfume she wears depending on what day it is. I know how her shoulders rise just slightly when she lies.
And that boyfriend of hers?
Payton.
God, I hate that guy.
The way he talks like he owns her. Like he's the only one allowed to make her laugh. The way she smiles when she sees his name pop up. I catch it from across the kitchen. That little flutter in her chest, like she forgot I was in the room.
Yeah, I hate him.
He doesn't deserve her. He doesn't know her the way I do. He didn't see her break. I did.
But that's fine.
Because I have something he doesn't.
Access.
Today was one of those rare, golden days.
Madison was at work. The housekeepers had left early. Their mom and dad had gone to work, the other girls went out with their friends in my Mercedes.
And Lily?
Gone off to meet her beloved Payton.
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Perfect.
I waited ten minutes after she left. Just in case she forgot something and came back.
Then I moved.
Quiet. Barefoot.
I paused in front of her door. Just standing there.
God, even the door smelled like her. Vanilla and... clean.
I turned the knob slowly.
It was unlocked.
Of course it was. She trusted everyone in this house. She felt safe with me.
I stepped inside.
The air in her room was cooler than the rest of the house. Curtains drawn halfway, just like she liked them—enough sunlight to see, not enough to expose.
Her bed was made, not tight, just casually pulled over. That little messy touch she always left. Pillows stacked to one side. Blanket folded halfway.
I didn't touch anything.
At first.
I just looked.
The skincare shelf caught my eye first. Minimalist. Everything neatly arranged. Rosewater toner. Glass serum bottles. A very specific moisturizer with a foreign label—I took out my phone and snapped a picture of the full shelf.
Next... her closet.
I wasn't gonna. I told myself I wasn't.
But...
I slid it open, walked in slowly, embracing the art.
Neat again. Of course. Not like Madison's side of the wardrobe downstairs, always stuffed and half-zipped. Lily's clothes were mostly black and white. Her socks were rolled. Her boots arranged neatly. I took my phone out again, another photo wouldn't hurt.
I closed the closet before walking towards the bathroom. Something caught my eye stuck in between her bed and the mini-shelf of books beside it.
I stared at it. My heart did something weird.
I reached out. Picked up a pair of pale grey panties.
Not lace. Not fancy. Just soft. Real.
I held it. Gently. Bringing it closer to my nose.
A whiff of it, I felt like I was in heaven. The intimacy. It scented like her—the real her.
I felt my self feeling aroused, but I couldn't just leave it there. I took one good look at it before stuffing it into my pocket.
A little treasure for my search.
I didn't want to take anything before but I can't help myself. It's not my fault she placed it just laying around.
I laid down on her bed snuggling her sheets. Not for long. Just a few seconds. The sheet was still warm. Maybe from the sunlight. Or maybe I imagined it. Closed my eyes.
If I stayed still enough, I could almost pretend we were alone in here together. That she had fallen asleep next to me. That we'd laughed about something stupid. That she'd pulled my shirt over her knees when she's cold.
God, I wanted to stay longer.
But time moves fast when you're doing something good.
I sat up, fixed the pillows back exactly how they were.
Before I left, I walked into her bathroom. Her toothbrush sat in the corner of the room. In a container. I took it out, it was still wet.
I couldn't help bringing into my mouth. God it tasted like her. I sucked on it harder, harder, pleasuring myself while I sucked on the brush. I imagined her lips on mine, her moans filling the room as I fuck her.
Fuck...Lily what are you doing to me.
My gasps echoed the room as I felt the release on my hands. I placed the toothbrush back into its corner, I can't take it now, too suspicious.
I left the room exactly the way I saw it, went straight to my room. I looked at my phone. At the pictures. The skincare ones I'd use. I'd buy her everything in doubles. I already had a basket full online.
I brought out the panties and placed it in a box, opening a hatch behind the counter placing the box in it. No one needs to know its there.
I'll keep taking things but very slowly. Little by little we will be so close without her knowing. I know deep down she would feel the same.
She just need a little boost.
A/n: Hi guys. I decided to do woody's POV so we can see how fucking disturbed and crazy he actually is. Don't worry it gets worse from here. ??????