A story of a man who stalks women.

He is standing there watching her. She had led him to this club. To the men who move around her she is nothing special, but to Jackson she is perfect. He does not know her name. He never learns the name. He names them himself the name they should have. As he looks at her he thinks she is a Lily, so that is what he will call her. He watches as she leans over the bar, a little too far, to get the bartender’s attention. Jackson cannot help but to admire the view that she creates by doing this. Yes, Lily is a perfect name for her.

The bartender smiles as he takes Lily’s order. No doubt, the view from his end is better than Jackson’s. She slides back to her feet after the bartender walks away to retrieve her order. There is another woman next to her. They talk and laugh at each other. The bartender returns with four long necks and both women take two each. As she turns, her hair flares out and catches the light from the strobe that sends out blue, red, and purple light over the club. The light on her hair sets off Jackson. He knows at this moment that he made the right choice by ending the hunt with her.

The two women walk through the crowd to a table with two men, their escorts for the night. As Lily sits, she rubs her hand along one of the men’s shoulders than down his arm. Jackson’s eyes narrow. He does not like her touching anyone else. Tonight she is his and it upsets him that she could touch anyone else. What really sets the anger in Jackson’s stomach is when the man leans in and whispers something to her then kisses her cheek. Jackson can almost see red at that.

Another woman walks in front of Jackson and sits in a chair across from him. This blocks his view of Lily. The woman reaches out and touches his hand trying to get him to notice her. Right before their skin touches he pulls back and looks into her eyes.

The woman smiles and nods her head to the dance floor. She is trying to get him to dance with her. He tilts his head to the side to look past the woman to get a view of Lily. The woman leans to block his view and he sighs. He has no other choice so he stands and holds out his hand to the floor. The woman follows him and they move to the dance floor.

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