I let out a frustrated growl, stuffing the dildo and the note into my naughty drawer. I guess this is what I get for running my mouth and spilling my secrets to a psycho stalker. Actually…wait. I did forget to tell himonething…
Me: I hope you’re happy with what you just cost yourself.
Checkmate, prick.
He’s gonna be pondering this all night, because what he doesn’t know? Is that I have no intention of elaborating on this. Bet that’ll put a kink in his little dimple. His Irish eyes won’t be smiling for long.
Asshat: Wym? You don’t like this gift either?
Leaving somebody on read has honestly never felt better.Ever. I silenced my notifications and blasted my playlist while I took a long shower and daydreamed about all the ways I was gonna hurt him for this one. The one thing Malek wants, other than me, is my help in this mob war. If that’s still the case after tonight, then it’ll costhim.
I got my favorite oversized band t-shirt with the thumbholes cut out in the sleeves, snuggled into it and didn’t bother checking my phone again before I climbed into bed. I couldn’t help the smile on my face, for the second night in a row. Of all the times I worried about what would happen if somebody broke into my apartment…this was not how I thought it’d go. I guess I’m luckier than most.
I think I might like him.
Somebody please schedule this therapy session. I’m scared I might be beyond help.
My heart was pounding and my face tingled with the utter shock and fear of my alarm going off and soundingwaylouder than it normally does—wait.It’s Saturday. I don’t have an alarm set and…that’s not my fucking alarm. That’s my playlist.
What the hell?
Did I roll over and accidentally turn it on? Where evenismy phone? I’m so confused. My bathroom door is also shut, and I know I left that open last night.
“Heyyy…ja-ja-jaaaded. You got yo mama’s style, but yo yesterday’s child to meee…”
That’s a very off-key voice. In a very running shower. With a very Irish accent.
I’m. Going. To. Kill. Him.
I threw my covers back, running barefoot to my kitchen and grabbed the scariest looking knife I could find. I don’t know how you were raised, but my mother warned me not to run with sharp objects. I’ve decided I’m taking my chances this morning. He’s about to lose something, but it’s not gonna be a finger.
“Wahhhh wahhhh baaaabyyyy booooo…I’m thinkin’ ‘bout ya whaaaa…”
I burst through the door and ripped my shower curtain back, and Malek screamed, almost on cue with the song. I pointed the blade right down at his—
Holy mother of God…
He’s tattooed everywhere, looks good enough toeatwhile soaking wet, puts my Girthmaster to shame…and not only does he have the two sexiest facial piercings that exist? He’s got the third sexiest one shining at the tip of histhird leg. He looked at the blade and then at me and cracked a smile as that appendage went from six to midnight. I turned my head and covered my eyes. Clearly, I forgot I was dealing with a knife-happymurderer.
“What the hell are you doing in here!” I yelled over the music.
“What’s it look like? I’m taking a shower.”
I swear, it was all I could do to find a reason not to look at it again.
“You don’t have a shower in that castle? Anhouraway from here?” I heard him pull the curtain closed and for a second, I think I whined out loud. I hope to God the music masked it.
“I sure do, but I told you…I wrapped your first gift up in my shower curtain. It lets too much air in without it. You try standin’ bare-assed under the water with no curtain and tell me how you like it. See? If you’d just hung out with me that night…”
“Getout!”
“Yeah, I’m so jaaaaaaded…”I ripped the curtain open again, knife still poised, and his smile was twice as big while the hot water ran off his face. Damn my womanhood for reacting like a bitch in heat. His eyes locked with mine and I swallowed.“And baby I’m afraid a you…”
I rolled my eyes, closing the curtain and tossed the knife into the bathroom sink. What else can I do? I know damn well I’m not gonna stab him. I could try to drag him out by his cock and lock him out of the apartment naked, but we both already know what would happen the minute I put my hands on his wet…tattooed…naked…wet…naked… “Uggghhhh!”
“Wahhhh wahhhh baaaabyyyy booooo…”
“It’sblue, idiot.”
