Married To A Sex Freak
The cryptic message, "Do not marry him, for he is not what he seems," flashed on my screen. All typed in capital letters, a late-night intruder that stole the cool tranquillity from my room. Annoyance simmered into a frantic heat that prickled my skin and sent my heart into a dangerous, chaotic rhythm.
My head spun, a disorienting vortex of fear and confusion. I shot up from the bed, my hands trembling so violently that my phone slipped, landing softly on the comforter. A sharp, metallic taste filled my mouth as I bit my lips, trying to anchor myself.