Page 135 of Boys Who Taint

“A stalker?”

Oh God.

My eyes widen in shock at the sound of Grey’s voice, and I immediately pull away from Apollo.

Shit. He saw us.

“You have a stalker, and you didn’t tell me?”

“Guess everyone’s got their secrets.” Apollo tilts his head and smirks, and while Grey and I both stare at him like he’s the stalker in the room, he nonchalantly struts off. “See you at school, Freckles.”

“Freckles…” Grey repeats as he approaches, and he swipes aside my hair to look at my face. “Are you okay?”

“Sorry you had to see that.”

“Don’t be sorry. Tell me what happened.”

“Apollo can be … intimidating.” I focus on the glass that’s on the counter, the one he just stole from my hand. He put his mouthon it like that water was his to drink. Just like I am his to devour just because of the deal I made.

I sigh out loud. “Someone’s been following me around campus.” I look at Grey. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry about me.”

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in for a hug. “Of course, I’m worried.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“It’s okay. I’m not upset. I just want you to be safe.” He pats my back like he knows all the right things to say, and it scares me.

How is he not curious why I have a stalker?

And why doesn’t he want to know what the stalker did or who he is?

Any sane person would continue to ask questions. Why doesn’t he?

I bury my face into his chest, but I can’t shake this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Should we call the police?” he asks.

“No.” Not even a split second of doubt.

He looks at me, and I don’t understand my own visceral reaction.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“I don’t want to blow this out of proportion. I can handle it.” I add a smile.

A fake smile.

Because in my mind, I’m still there, in that room with my stalker, while he does the filthiest things imaginable to my body. And I’m still reeling, still blushing at the thought of that plug now lodged deep inside me.

Fuck.

What am I going to do?

I’m slowly starting to unravel, and I don’t know what to do to keep my mind from veering off into the deep end.

Why don’t I want to tell my boyfriend the truth?

Maybe I’m scared of hurting Grey.

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