A Stalker's Pearl Necklace

| Harley |

I run a brush through my long, dark hair and glide my fingers through the curls that cascade down my back, hanging perfectly over my shoulders. I apply a coat of mascara and a thin line of eyeliner to my lower lid and blink a few times, ignoring the anxious flutters that swarm inside my belly.

Finishing off my look, I grab my lip-plumping gloss that makes them shine like goddamn diamonds and rub them together, parting with a loud smack. Ugh, I guess I'm ready for this shit.

I sulk toward my closet to find an outfit now that my makeup is complete, in search of something that'll make Brixton regret everything he did to me. I'm subleasing my apartment and moving to Cambridge, a city only about twenty minutes from Boston, so I can start my new job that Stacks offered me. No more dancing half-naked for strangers. Instead, I'll be escorting them to events, dinners, and whatever else they decide to book me for. Even though dancing is a huge part of my life and the path I want to t