Two days have passed since I broke into Ichigo's house. It's still the start of the week so I have to wait until the weekend to actually get my hands on him again. I could easily let my non-patient tendencies get the better of me and actually threaten Ichigo to see him again sooner but for some reason I really don't want to do that. I've still got the upper hand in the situation anyway, especially if Ichigo decides to stop playing by my rules, so I'll let him have his way for now.

Even though I'm blackmailing Ichigo, I still want to do more than just have sex with him. I have to admit, sex with Ichigo is addictive. I crave him. But I want to know what he's doing most of the time, especially when he's not with me and seeing him almost everywhere isn't helping my urges.

Ichigo's still busy with some work related shit. Since the big movie ended and they had their premier, there's still other places Ichigo needs to go. In the meantime I'm stuck missing him. I can't stop thinking about him. I see Ichigo in movies, on TV, and almost in every magazine I pick up. I'm not complaining. Since I'm blackmailing him I need to keep an eye on him whether he knows it or not, so seeing what he's up to when he's not with me is easier. There's no denying it. Ichigo fucking Kurosaki is everywhere.

I decide to go downtown. I pick up a new celebrity magazine, pay the guy and walk off to a busy coffee shop close by. I need to get back into snapping more pics of other celebrities too and since this place is usually frequented by celebrities, it's probably going to be easier for me to get some pictures without putting much effort into it. I order a coffee looking forward to this caffeine hit and take a seat by the window, camera tucked next to me on the seat. I open up the magazine; go through the colourful pages, looking at all the celebrities making news, whether it is drama, scandals or new movies and music. I snort at some celebrity fuck ups, looking up to see model Neliel Tu walk in, her turquoise hair straightened, white cap and skinny jeans accentuating her assets. I turn my camera on and snap a picture of her getting a frappe. I put my camera down and turn the page onto a whole new spread. Take a sip of my coffee as I read the huge hot pink text on the page.

ICHIGO KUROSAKI AND RUKIA KUCHIKI'S RELATIONSHIP!

I choke on my coffee resulting in some spilling on my shirt and I start having a coughing fit in the corner. Some people turn to look at me until I stop coughing. What the actual fuck? I ignore them as they start to go back to their own business and I immediately look at the larger picture printed on the magazine amongst many other pictures and a mixture of writing on both pages. This got to be bullshit.

I can't help but roll my eyes because Rukia's naked again. She's holding a bed sheet covering her bits. Her tits are covered, and the majority of her ass, but I see her crack. I stare at her for a bit, wondering why she's posing for a phone quality image like this. I look up from Rukia to see that there's a mirror in the picture, behind Rukia which lets me see who's taken the picture. I start to squeeze the magazine so hard it starts to bend strangely.

Ichigo's in the picture too, because he's the one taking the picture. I can see his reflection in the mirror, holding the phone. It starts to sink in. A mirror selfie with Rukia's naked ass and Ichigo in a plain white tee. As always, Ichigo and Rukia are the main attraction. I stare at the picture so long my eyes start to dry out. I slap the magazine down. I don't really believe what I'm seeing here. Pissed is an understatement. I move my jaw from side to side, hearing it click. I'm irritated and the next time I see Ichigo it might get a little crazy.

I'm starting to conjure up thoughts that maybe Ichigo was doing this behind my back all along, and then my mind goes back to when Ichigo came home with Rukia that night I broke into his house. I slump back in my seat. He said they were just friends but this looks like something more. I understand the nude shoot in the magazine they did a while back before I met Ichigo, and I get he's gonna be doing shit like this since he's a celebrity but this is bothering me cause he's mine, not hers. Ichigo took the photo himself like he doesn't realise that his fucking blackmailer will see this shit. So what's going on now? Is Ichigo seriously fucking her now? What the fuck. He better not be fucking with me.

The next thing I'm doing is getting out my seat, grabbing my camera and the magazine, and walking out of the coffee shop. I'm dialing Ichigo's number as I walk to my car, glaring at the sidewalk. He doesn't answer. I get in my car, throw the magazine into the passenger seat beside me and call again. He doesn't answer. I'm about to throw this damn phone out the fucking window. I want to talk to him and I'm not going to deny that I'm feeling jealous.

I get to my apartment and drop the magazine onto my glass coffee table. Since Ichigo didn't answer my calls, I decide not to call him again. I'm going to ignore this until his work is done, and then I'm going to ask him about it. But in the meantime, I'm going to get back into my own work. There's still a lot more celebrities out there that I'll be able to get some pictures of to submit into the magazine's and make my pay, so long as I find some good stories. Better yet, it'll help take my mind off waiting to have him. Ichigo may be depriving me of sex until the weekend but he ain't depriving me from stalking his ass.

After another two days I realise that I can't stop following Ichigo around. I've been doing it so much that I could be classified as some type of stalker. I don't know if I'm going fucking crazy or not but after seeing that shit in the magazine about him, I feel the need to know where he is all the time. I'm not mad at Ichigo for what I read in the magazine, I'm just annoyed, because he knows that I keep track of that shit even if he doesn't look at the news about himself. So here I am, parked out the front of some expensive shopping district, wearing a dark shade of designer sunglasses waiting in the car for Ichigo like I'm undercover or some shit. I followed Ichigo here and he doesn't even know. He's inside the building, shopping. I stay seated in the driver's seat because if I leave my car I risk him spotting me.

I briefly wonder what Ichigo will think about this if he sees me, or realises what I'm doing. I know, stalking was never in the deal but I can't help myself. Knowing his attitude Ichigo's probably going to confront me about stalking him everywhere when he finds out about it. Probably thinks me breaking into his house is going to be the only time but nope. The moment he sees me in public he'll start asking questions and I expect him to. Even though I got the control over Ichigo, he still doesn't let that stop him from trying to have his own way and strangely enough I actually like that about him.

Finally Ichigo walks out of a shop holding designer bags, his bodyguard close behind. I watch as Ichigo walks past my car. For a second I think he's not even going to look my way so I don't bother to hide. Right now, I don't really care if he sees me because I kind of want him to. He turns his head, and to my wishes, he looks directly at me. I smile as Ichigo notices me inside, freezing momentarily. His eyes are wide from realisation. He may even be a little surprised because I know he wasn't expecting to see me here. His body guard says something, probably asking if he's alright or something. I'm smirking now at Ichigo and he doesn't react. I have a feeling Ichigo knows I've seen the picture with him and Rukia. I stick my tongue out and Ichigo frowns at me. Then he acts like nothing even happened and starts walking again but he's scowling and I already damn know he's going to say something about this. I watch as Ichigo walks until he gets into his own car and they drive off. I want to keep following him but I stop myself. No point now that Ichigo already saw me. I sit for a little bit longer expecting Ichigo to send me a text to stop following him or something but nothing comes.

And now the more I think about it, I think Ichigo actually likes this shit. I mean, he is a celebrity after all, he gets it all the time but since it's me doing it, he's not about to do something drastic about it. Maybe he likes it when I do this, and I guess I'm going to find out soon.

Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad you guys like the change in Grimmjow lol, I'm def laughing at his stalker behavior. Upcoming chaps are gonna have more of that romantic stuff going on so although there's no smut in this chapter, there will be a lot real soon! ;p