Page 5 of Deviant

Hey there, gorgeous. This is Grady.

Alice:

So I see since your name and picture are on my screen…

Igrinned. Yeah, instead of just finding her number and texting her, I’d hacked her phone and done some other shit. I wasn’t gonna tell her about all of it, though. Particularly the tracking bug I’d installed.

Me:

Warned you that I aimed to impress.

Alice:

I’m not sure if I’m impressed or freaked out that you somehow got to my phone at work and entered your information without me knowing.

Me:

Didn’t need your actual phone, gorgeous. I hacked into it.

I waited while three dots appeared and disappeared a few times before a text bubble popped up.

Alice:

I know I should be angry that you invaded my privacy and should probably run far away from you.

Again, I waited, pretty sure that there was a “but” coming.

Alice:

But I’m really glad you called. Or texted, I guess.

She was ridiculously cute. Probably too fucking sweet and innocent for me, but I was gonna claim her anyway.

Before I could respond, another message came through.

Alice:

Although, I’ve been informed that you should be in my contacts as Deviant.

Me:

I’m Grady to you, gorgeous.

An idea struck me, and I quickly typed something and hit send.

Me:

Since you’re new in town, thought maybe I’d show you around.

Or show her off since my aim was really to make it clear to all of Old Bridge that Alice was off-limits.

Alice:

I’d like that.

Me:

I’ll pick you up at ten tomorrow. Wear jeans and sneakers or boots.

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