Page 101 of Left in the Dark

MM: You’re NOT going to. It’s a gift because you’re mine.

ME: Awful presumptuous. And they say women are clingy after sex.

MM: *Rolls eyes.* Still doesn’t change that you’re mine.

ME: How romantic. You sweep me off my feet. *Sarcasm.*

MM: I’ll sweep you off your feet and onto my hard cock.

ME: Again with the romance. How will I ever stand it?

MM: Stop being a brat or I’ll choke you with my dick.

ME: *Rolls eyes again. *

MM: Your eyes are gonna be rolling alright. When I pound you into oblivion.

ME: You’re such a pervert.

MM: *Snorts.* So are you. Buy that book you’re holding. I know you want it.

ME: Has anyone told you you’re a stalker?

MM: It’s not stalking when the person belongs to you.

ME: You’re possessive as hell.

MM: And you like it. Now, buy the book and go home before the store closes.

I look at the time on my phone. The asshole’s right. The store will be closing soon.

Mrs. Robinson smiles as she rings up my book and swipes my card. “I’m so glad I get to see you again. Any news about your mom?”

I can’t tell her I saw her, so I avoid her eyes as I put my card back in my wallet. “She hasn’t woken up yet.”

“I’ll keep her in my thoughts and prayers.”

Grabbing the handles of the bag, I shoot her a smile. “Thank you. Have a good night.”

“You too, dear.”

I stroll out the door, feeling terrible that I can’t be truthful with her.

My eyes roam over the dark parking lot. Uneasiness washes over me like I’m being watched.

Don’t be silly. You know who’s watching you. The stalker who deposited money into your account and told you to buy the book.

Biting my lip, I pull my phone from my purse.

ME: Thanks again for the book. You do sweet things… even though you’re a controlling asshole.

I grin as I hit send and slide my phone into the outside pocket of my purse, hoping my taunts will have my masked man sneaking inside my cabin. I don’t know how the fuck he got in, considering the alarm was set and the doors were locked, but after he and the other masked man snuck me into the hospital room to see my mom, I don’t think I want to know.

I’m almost to my car when someone grabs me, shoving me against my car with such force it knocks the breath from my lungs.

Chills erupt beneath my clothing as he grabs me, spinning me around to face him. “Hello, Delaney.”

Fuck, it’s Tim.

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