Stalking The Author
I whimpered from his dirty talk while he kept on fingering me, kissing, and licking my sensitive spot on the crook of my neck.
Stalker? oh, fuck?
Did he know?
Shit! Ella, you're screwed.
"Stalker?"
"It's a long story..." he was unbuttoning my dress and easily throwing it to his lush carpet as if he needs to get me naked soonest possible.
"Baby, are you okay?" he was being a sweetheart when he stopped and looked at me.
"Yeah, sorry...I didn't realize that being famous comes with a stalker." My heart was shredded to pieces, I know already that my thing with Brice was not real, that it was just a phase for him. But I didn't expect that it'll end sooner than later.
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