Chapter Five.

Jhelani's POV:

I sighed as I fell back on my bed. Just when I thought I'd got them off my back, that brat had to come over to my place so early in the morning to ruin my day before it even got started.

I rolled my eyes, annoyed, then brought up my phone, thinking that watching one or two videos would help shake up my mood and maybe I might fall asleep.

Then the first video that popped up on my screen was three guys putting on an all black balaclava under a trending dark romance sound on tiktok. The whole vibe and edit gave off a dark feeling that should probably had freaked me out, but here I was all smiles, grinning, and turned on by whatever that was.

I clicked on their profiles and saw that they've recently posted new videos. One of them was in a dark room, red lights, filled with BDSM stuffs.

I felt turned on from just watching what they were doing with those sex toys. Sometimes, I wished to be in the sex toys place, the leather belts ever so slowly skimming over my skin, prying my thighs open, circling my naked boobs, and a loud resounding whip on my ass.

Fuck!

I've been stalking their page since two years ago when they first appeared on my FYP, and I never regretted it.

They never showed their faces, always covered up, but they made sure to flaunt their perfect body builds in the most intoxicating ways—rolling their hips, flexing under dim lights, every move screaming temptation I couldn’t resist.

Swooning over the darkest temptations I was served on a platter of gold.

I didn't realize when my hands to began to move over body as I watched their videos. Another time, they had a girl who was blindfolded, putting on just a black tube and undies that I maybe thinking they had a kink for dark colors.

The video was a Thirty seconds clip, but every damn thing was so detailed and erotic. I went to check the comments and every girl was down bad willing and wishing to be in her place, including me.

Then I made a comment:

"Y’all really testing my self-control at 2am for real. this should be illegal, yet… I need more. Who do I bribe to take her place? Asking for a friend… me. Hahaha." Then I sent the comment with a laughing emoji.

Dropping my phone on the bedside table, it wasn't up to two minutes when I got a notification that my comment was liked by the content creator and my heart skipped a beat, eyes going wide.

"They liked my comment?! For real?!" I gasped, feeling my heartbeat palpitating. This was the fifth time my comment was getting a like from them. Maybe because I hardly ever comment under their videos. I just watch, obsess over it, save then scroll over a hundred other videos they made.

A comment came from them.

"You could bribe me with a naked pic of you in one of those in a dark room. Remember, a dark room with a dark outfit is what I need. I don't mind a little bit of red though," it says with a smirking emoji.

I was right! They definitely do have a kink for dark colors.

I smirked too, trying to play their game with my best card. "You're definitely not ready for me, I bet." I sent the comment, biting hard on my nails nervously as I waited for their reply.

One minute, two, three, four. Yet, nothing. Okay, this feels kinda embarrassing. Maybe I need to delete my comments. I thought, about pressing on the delete button when their response came in.

"Deleting your comment? Nah… you just opened a door you can’t close. Step through, if you dare. Dark room. Dark outfit. Red lips. I’ll be waiting.”

What the fuck?! How did they know I was about doing that? How did they know I was going to delete my comments? I screamed in my head, sitting upright, and looking around for anything suspicious, but everything else was normal.

The doors and windows were closed. Just me in my bedroom with the bedside lamp turned on.

Something isn't right here and I don't know what it is.

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I tried to brush off whatever happened earlier this morning as a coincidence, convincing myself they just guessed I might delete the comment soon.

Then I logged off to have some sleep before day break. Maybe that might be one of my worst, yet best decisions I've made in a while because I had an erotic dream about them. Again. It's not the first time I had one. And do you know what's more fun? I was the one dominating them this time which was fuck up as hell.

Who in their right mind would fuck all three guys like that?

I huffed, breathing through my mouth as I jogged down the lonely streets, then back home, putting on a white crop top, black high waist joggers, white running shoes, and headphones. My hair tied up behind in a ponytail.

Morning exercises has became a daily ritual for me. It helps keep me fit.

I stopped at my porch to have a drink of water from my bottle when someone tapped me on my and I jumped. The water getting into the wrong part and I choked, coughing hard.

"So sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, Miss," the person apologized, rubbing my back and all but I was already mad. I shoved him off immediately.

"Get the fuck off. What the hell is wrong with you? Going around early in the morning, scaring people, and then you say sorry? What if I passed out?!" I demanded.

"If you had passed out then I would've probably taken you up to your apartment, and prepared some hot chicken soup into a flask to help you out by the time you wake up," he said while wearing a grin that made me want to crash my fist into his thirty two teeth's.

"You're crazy," I muttered, wiping off some of the water that got spilled on me.

"Aww, such a wonderful compliment from a beautiful and sassy neighbor. I must say today seems like it's going to be a blessed one for me," he said in a tone that expressed how grateful he was. "Here, you can use a tissue instead," he offered but I totally ignored him like he didn't exist.

Hello, he didn't even sound sorry to have scared me off like that.

He continued, "By the way, I thought of bringing you this as my way of greeting my new neighbor," I glanced at what he held when I was done.

It was a basket of roses and chocolates.

"Um—thank you?" I took them from him, hoping he didn't hear me stutter.

"You don't have to. What are neighbors for? Learnt that you're staying at the top floor. I've been living on this block for over ten months now? And I've never seen anyone in that flat. You're the first and only one I've seen," he said and I nodded.

"Yeah, the flat was rented in advance for ten years. So no one else is meant to be there if the 'ten years' isn't up. Lol. Once again, thanks for the gift. I will forgive you in exchange for this because well, I love chocolate and vanilla sweets a lot. Surprisingly, you got my favorite chocolate bars!" I smiled.

"I am glad you love them," I said with a fetish grin, itching the back of his head. "Do you mind if we exchange contacts?"

"Oh sure." He handed me his phone and I put in my contact. "There you go."

"Thank you, Miss...Shit! I forgot to get your name. Hold up!"

I heard him call on me as I went up, my stomach bubbling in a way that made me giggle, running on the stairs away from him with the basket in hand.

I got into my apartment, turning on the lights while breathing and laughing. I was about to take off my crop top to have a good shower when a voice froze me in place.

"That would be such a masterpiece to have a look at."

"Who is there?" I demanded, pausing for second and scanning around for who broke into my apartment while I was away but I couldn't find anyone.

"If you don't show yourself this minute then things will get messy, no doubts," I said, grabbing onto the nearest vase next to me by the door. It's an oldie but should be very handy.

"I love it when you become so daring. Fucking hot."

"Who are you?! Show yourself if you dare!" I groaned, moving my feet against the floor, my grip on the vase steady and my eyes sharp.

"Oh goodness. How much I love this game. But sadly, I won't be here for long. Hopefully you'd find the note I left for you behind. Bye byee."

And then, the voice was gone like I never heard it at all.

"What note?" I frowned, still cautious as I checked every corner, then I saw a black-and-red envelope waiting on the counter, a thornless rose pressed against it, and a cup of chocolate coffee still hot enough to steam.

Whoever had been here knew me better than I knew myself.