Page 5 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

She stands up and walks towards the back of the restaurant. My nerd isn’t a fucking nerd at all. She is hot. That ass alone is worth the chase.

I rearrange my dick, glancing down, wondering how quickly I could have a wank. The seats are made of Italian leather. A little wet cloth would clean it up if things got messy.

Gia storms out of the restaurant before stomping down the street. She doesn’t get very far when she falters in her red fuck me shoes. She manages to grab hold of a lamppost. I roll my window down and just in time.

“Motherfucking, men. Limp dicked, useless bastards.”

A man who was about to walk past her crosses the road quickly.

“Yes, you. I bet you never found your wife’s G-spot, you lazy fuck,” she said, abusing the older man who scurries away.

“Yeah, I thought so,” she shouted after him.

I’m fascinated by this woman. She can’t be any taller than five feet. She is the epitome of a law-abiding citizen. Unless her online information is false, nothing could have prepared me for this amount of fire in her soul. I watch her take a deep breath before she calmly walks down the street as if nothing happened.

I grip my steering wheel to prevent myself from following her. It won’t be long till I become the hero in her life if all goes to plan. She won’t have any choice but to rely on me. My eyes trail over her retreating form.

It’s time to cause chaos in her life.

Chapter 4

Gia

I shove my apartment door open and notice a brown envelope in my doorway. It wasn’t there before I went to get the groceries. I ignore it. I need my junk food, movie and two bottles of wine tonight. It’s probably junk mail. My boss has been a bigger prick than usual this week. After Kevin ghosted me, I deleted the app and bought myself a pretty pink vibrator.

Slamming my door shut, I go straight to the kitchen and empty the bags. My precious grape substance is going in the fridge. I lay out all my snacks in bowls. My dinner consisted of a cheese board, fruit, and chocolate.

My phone pings and I automatically smile at the sound. I set up a separate tone for the Filthy Fucker. He still hasn’t told me his name yet, but he was very sympathetic when I told him about Kevin being a no-show. Since then, we have exchanged some flirty filthy messages.

He truly is a filthy fucker, and I won’t deny using my new vibrator a few times while he texted me.

Filthy Fucker: 20:02 How’s my Repressed Nerd doing?

I pop a grape in my mouth before I reply back to him.

Me: 20:04 I’m not repressed. I can’t deny the nerd part.

Filthy Fucker: 20:05 How about my Horny Whore?

Me: 20:05 Again, only partially correct.

I put the phone down and gathered everything up to take into the living room. Once I’ve set up the movie to play, I get one of the bottles of wine. It feels damn good to be off this weekend again.

I get the largest glass I have for my wine. Compliments of Simone. I love that girl. We can easily get half a bottle of wine in these glasses. I shove my phone in my dress pocket and prance towards the living room.

I snuggle into the sofa and press play. I can never get enough of John Wick. I think I know the lines the amount of times I’ve watched this movie.

I could definitely get into calling him Daddy. Picking my phone up, I Google his age. A 31-year age gap. I would definitely need to call him Daddy.

I check the Filthy Fucker’s unopened message notification.

Filthy Fucker: 20:24 I think you’re wrong. With the right dick inside you, you could be both.

I roll my eyes at his response and put the phone down. My lifetime goal is not to become a whore. My eyes go back to the TV.

It’s Keanu time.

Chapter 5

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