Chapter 7

Drunken Stalker

Cody was flabbergasted toward Mousse. He always tried to win Bailey like she was some prize, but she wasn't. She was like an ordinary woman, that was special though, really special. Cody slept on the couch that night; Bailey was too upset with him. She was pleased that he had stood up for her like any husband should for his wife. What pissed her off was that he induced the argument and prolonged its length; making a complete fool out of her in front of an entire building full of people. Cody was smarter than that, more responsible. She expected so much more from him.

Cody had to leave for work early that morning. He left about an hour earlier not saying a word to Bailey, mostly because she was still sleeping though. Bailey decided to take another vacation day and stay home for the weekend. She did not want to go into work a mess and not being able to give her personal best. She would have felt horrible for not doing it with passion.

After Bailey stormed off last night Mousse had went out for a drink, well more than a drink really. He was wasted big time. Good thing he wasn't driving. Scary thing was that ever since five thirty he had been watching Bailey. He watched Cody leave for work, but wasn't quite sure if any others were present with her at the moment. Mousse knew that Bailey was home alone now, no one there to assist her in any of her daily needs. He sat outside behind the big bush waiting for her to awaken.

When Bailey awoke she had a horrible headache. She slipped off her pajamas and shuffled herself to the restroom to get a shower as usual. Her naked body was beautiful, lightly tanned and you could see how soft her skin was. Mousse watched her so attentively; he craved her body to be lying next to his. She was like his own personal brand of heroine, heroine that he could not use.

An idea soon surpassed his mind, but he never though it through clearly. What he was about to do was atrocious to the mind. He wasn't in the right state of mind to really think through anything. He climbed the tree next to her bedroom window; he sat on the limb patiently waiting for her arrival. He noticed her get out of the shower and dry off, nesting herself into her beautiful light purple silk robe. He cringed and melted in side. He hopped into the window tip toeing to the other side of the room. He loved this woman, but why?

He stood behind the door waiting for her entry. She walked into her room over to her drawers. She pulled out a nice purple silk satin bra with bikini underwear that matched. Bailey felt as if someone was watching her every move. She meticulously peered behind her shoulder slowly to see him. She dropped her clothes from her hands in utter shock. He shook his head raising his eyebrows.

"Don't say anything Bailes" he whispered. She could smell the alcohol lingering on his breath.