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DELILAH

My phone buzzes on the table as Asher enters the kitchen and laughs to himself. “Shit, I left your cake on top of a glass. It must’ve fallen.”

UNKNOWN:

*1 video attachment*

A tremor overtakes my hand as I click despite knowing it won’t contain anything good. The circle slowly spins to show it’s loading as Asher calls out to me.

“There’s glass all over the floor. Don’t come in here or you’ll end up getting hurt.”

Ditto.But there’s no glass that will hurt him, it’s me.

The video loads and I don’t unmute it. I’m in our bed with Ghost between my thighs. I quickly delete it and go to my deleted folder to make sure there’s no trace of it when another message comes through.

You missed the best part

Ask your husband what he thinks about it

Unless you’ve forgotten me again?

ME:

No.

You’re the one who left me.

What the fuck am I doing?

I block the number and throw my phone beside me, but it vibrates again.

Missed me?

No.

I’ve missed you

Missed that desperate little cunt too

No. I’m not talking about your husband

Whose tongue is better?

I block the number, again, and turn my phone off. The screen’s black and glass tinkles from Asher cleaning, but my phone buzzes in my hand with another message when I’d just turned it fucking off.

Boo!

Oh, in case you forgot, enjoy your last night with your husband because you broke the rules Delilah.

If you can keep your legs closed until I have you, I’ll let you keep his tongue as a souvenir

There’sno way to fucking get rid of him, short of killing the freak. I push that thought away before I make my life worse. Rather than have Asher see the messages, I bury my phone between the sofa cushions and leave it there as I stand. No sound comes from the direction of the kitchen and my heart seizes. The freak has managed to get in the house multiple times. He’s going to hurt him.

My feet skid over each other as I run towards the kitchen, shouting Asher’s name. It’s a short distance and my nemesis of a mind distorts time to make me spend longer suspended in not knowing if he’s safe or not.

He stands at the threshold with his brows together and I don’t stop running until I’ve got my arms wrapped around him. The force of my body colliding into his makes him rock and he strokes my hair as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

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