Page 16 of Perfidious Passion

There are no new messages. It should be a relief, but the threat hangs over my head like a storm cloud about to strike me down. I start to block him, but realization hits me. This is my proof. I just have to make it obvious.

Me: Please leave me alone, Brett.

I just need him to admit that this is him. Iknowit's Brett. But nobody else would be able to tell and if he's messaging me from a number that's not his own, nobody would be able to track it to him.

My anxiety weaves its way around every possible scenario, forcing me to think through anything that could go wrong.

Unknown Number: Call me sir. Just like Aaron does. Don't forget his job is in my hands, Lilly.

Unknown Number: You asked for this. Teasing me.

Unknown Number: Taunting me with that skintight dress at dinner.

Unknown Number: Walking around my building alone, wanting to be found in a dark corner.

Unknown Number: Rubbing your tight body up against mine on Aaron's first day.

The messages keep coming. Each one trying their damnedest to make me question my behavior. But the fact of the matter is that I didn't want any of those situations. I didn't want to go to that dinner. Being cornered in the elevator was terrifying. And running into him on Monday was a complete accident.

Me: No. I didn't want any of that. And I don't want this. Leave me alone, Brett, or I'll tell Aaron.

I'm telling Aaron, even if he leaves me alone.

Unknown Number: You tell anyone, and Aaron will lose his dream job, Lilly. Don't test me.

Unknown Number: I knew from the moment your breasts pressed against me and your wide eyes looked up at me that you were a selfish bitch.

Unknown Number: Having three men? You’re a slut and you want me too. I'd be very interested to know how you lured Caleb, Dean, and Aaron into your trap. Did you tease them until their cocks ached to see you stammering and denying your behavior?

Unknown Number: I bet you’re wet right now like the twisted whore I knew you to be at first glance. Everyone can see how desperate you are. Three men... tsk tsk.

Unknown Number: Don't worry. You can have your fourth. I won't share for long though.

I'm absolutely trembling. He's wrong. I know he is. I didn't do anything, but Brett seems to know exactly what to say to make me question everything about myself.

How many times has he done this?

Warmth brushes my knee. "Shit!" I hiss and dive for to turn the tub faucet off. As I'm soaking up the water that overflowed, voices reach me. They're muffled, probably in the kitchen, but I still hear their conversation.

"That's perfect!" Dean gushes. I can feel his excitement from here.

"I need both of you to help me set up." Aaron's home.

Caleb murmurs something too low for me to make out, but Dean's words are clear as day. "I hope she loves it. This is going to be the best Valentine’s Day gift ever."

"Of course she'll love it," Caleb replies with gusto.

My phone continues to vibrate on the counter as I dry my hands. I have all the proof I need that Aaron's boss is harassing me. Threatening us too. And it's not going anywhere. In fact,with each message coming through, Brett digs himself an even deeper hole.

"I'm so excited." That's Aaron.

Whatever they have planned for our date tomorrow is making him incredibly happy. All three of them. I can't ruin this too. I'll give them Valentine's Day, then I'm telling them everything.

I really hope I can keep this a secret for one more day.

"This is gonna be fucking awesome!"

Sighing, I soak in Dean's happiness. I force my eyes to ignore the messages as I screenshot them before I block Brett's number. The evidence will still be there tomorrow. I can handle one more day of anxiety if it means they have the romantic evening they want.

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