Page 22 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

She frowned at me for a moment.

“Mr Neri is a lot of things, but he is not a bad person. There are worse things in this life than Mr Neri,” she said.

I gaped at her.

“So this is something he does all the time? Kidnap women and hold them prisoner in this house? What are you, his madam?”

She narrowed her eyes at me and straightened her back. Her face hardened, and her lips pursed in a tight line.

“This is the first time Mr Neri has brought a woman into this house other than his sister, and if I were a madam, I would have whipped your ass by now,” she snapped at me before turning to leave the room.

The fucker had loyal staff. Apparently, kidnapping was acceptable in their world. I did dwell on her words, though. He had never brought another woman into this home. I wondered about the hook-ups he had told me about when we initially started texting. I cringed at the thought. One fucking digit, one number, had put me in this position.

I looked around the bed and table and saw the woman had left the phone on the bedside table. I grabbed it and furiously began to text.

Me: 13:04 Fuck you. Fuck this life you brought me into, and I will fucking fight you till MY last breath.

I flipped the silent button before taking it off vibration mode and threw the phone into the drawer. It only made me feel better for a few minutes before the full force of my predicament hit me again.

I closed my eyes and felt the exhaustion of it all hit me. Perhaps I would feel better after a nap.

There had to be a way to get out of this.

???

When I woke up, I instantly knew I was fucked when I felt the restraints back on my wrists. The sheet was sliding down my body, and my eyes followed it until they reached Roman.

He was standing at the bottom of the bed. He was wearing a navy suit with a white shirt.

How long had I slept for, or did he drug me again? He was supposed to be at work.

When I glanced at his face again, he did not look happy. I swallowed in fear at the anger on his face.

“I’ve had to delay a meeting to come home, Gia,” he said, throwing something on the bed.

I jerked when I felt his hand on my ankle. I felt him strap my ankle to the bed. I could only stare at him as he did the same to my other ankle.

“W-What are you doing?” I asked, genuinely scared for the first time.

“The longer it takes you to adjust, the more danger it places you in. That is not something I find acceptable. So I am here to address your attitude,” he said.

I stared at him, completely gobsmacked. I kept my eyes on him.

Would he beat me up, or was I dispensable like Kevin?

I scrunched up my nose, trying to push my glasses back in place as I had fallen asleep with them on, and they had slid partially down my nose.

My jaw dropped open when I saw him lube up a big black vibrator.

“I don’t know how long the battery will last on this. If I had more time, I would have ensured you were here for hours aching for my dick,” he said with a malicious look in his dark eyes.

Was he going to leave me tied up with a vibrator inside me?

“No. No, please, don’t. What if I need to go to the bathroom or if someone comes in?” I said in a panic. “I’m sorry, I was angry,” I said, trying to appease him.

I really did not want to be left fucking naked on a bed for anyone to walk in on me.

Fuck. Even worse, with a fucking vibrator shoved up me.

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