Sexting the Vampire Who Owns Me
I fell in love with a mysterious stranger online. Morpheus.
For three months, I’ve fallen asleep blushing at his blunt, dirty texts.
"Can you feel how much I crave you, sweetie?"
"I saw you in my dreams again last night. Writhing beneath me, screaming my name."
I was finally ready to ask him to meet. Then he sent a photo.
Just a casual shot of his desk. But right in the center sat an ancient book.
Stamped on the cover was a crest I knew all too well: the Ouroboros of the Valerius vampire clan.
And I happened to work at the exact museum where the Valerius clan stores their immortal relics.
For three whole months, I had been sexting an immortal predator.
A vampire who was probably watching me from the shadows every single day.
While my brain was spinning, trying to piece together his face, my eyes landed on it.
The custom blood-garnet signet ring I had helped "Morpheus" design... was currently gleaming on the finger of my boss, Alistair.