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It’s possible he noticed when he saw me walking home. I’m only a couple of blocks from here, but it’s creepy he didn’t ask.
My phone buzzes again as I’m about to unwrap my muffin, so I pull it out, hoping it’s Piper.It’s not.It’shim, and boy, has his attitude changed.
Stalker Dude: Stop flirting with assholes. I have enough bodies to bury.
Me: Who the hell is this? Why do you keep texting me? Are you watching me?
Stalker Dude: You’ll find out soon enough. In the dark of night, when your hands are between your legs, think of me. Think of the dirty things I’ll do. Then scream.
Me: You’re sick. Leave me alone!!
Stalker Dude: Never. You’re mine, Hael. My good girl looking for a bad man. Daddy won’t be able to save you this time.
Me: Leave. Me. Alone.
Blocking his number, I run my fingers through my hair and tug, wanting to scream.What the hell happened?He’s been kind of sweet in his previous texting, telling me how pretty I look when I smile, complimenting an outfit I wore. I realized he had to be watching me but hadn’t considered how thoroughly until now.
He knew Jeremy was flirting with me. I hadn’t really reciprocated it,but I was smiling with him. Some men deem that flirting.
Unknown: Don’t fucking ignore me, Hael.
Well. Hell.
Me: What do you want? Really want with me? What’s the purpose of this?
I’ve asked a million times before, and he’s always worked around an answer.
Unknown: Simple… You.
Growling because that’s not specific, I answer back.
Me: Maybe you shouldn’t be a creepy stalker dude then. Maybe you should have introduced yourself to me in the beginning. Maybe I would have liked you. Now you creep me out. Psycho.
Unknown: Good. Be scared of me. Of the things I plan to do to you. Be scared that you’ll become addicted and never want to leave. Be scared you’ll wantmore.
Me: You’re a monster. I’ll never want anything from you.
Unknown: That’s not what your body tells me in the middle of the night and you’re squirming for more of my cum in that virgin cunt.
Me: WTF! I’m calling the cops.
Unknown: I dare you.
I shut off my phone, wanting to whimper, cry, and curl up in a corner.This can’t be happening.Food forgotten, I grab my things and run home. Unlocking the door, I slam it shut before engaging the locks.
Leaning against the wooden panel, I struggle to contain my fear. To keep myself from completely breaking down because underneath the outrage and fright is something else…something new…something desirable.
I’m so screwed up.
CHAPTER 2
Dark
“Sir, sir? Are you listening to me?” My assistant Leonard’s whiny voice is getting on my last nerve. Again. “Mr. Ruelle, really, this needs to be signed by this evening.”
“It’s in the top left drawer of my desk, Leo.” He hates the nickname. When he badgers me to the point I’d like to snap his neck, I use it. Ordinarily, the early-twenties man would take a hint.
Not today, it seems.
