I type back quickly.
“You’ve got five seconds to tell me who this is before I block you.”
I toss the phone onto the bed and head straight for the bathroom, determined to take a shower. Maybe that’ll help with the headache… and get rid of the irritation caused by whoever the hell is sending me those stupid messages.
I step under the water, letting it run over me while I try to ignore the pressure building behind my eyes, hoping the heat will at least make it bearable. It helps a little. I reach for the shower gel, working it over my skin without thinking too much about it, just going through the motions.
Ping!
I hear it, but I ignore it. Whoever it is can wait. I keep going, rinsing off, trying to stay focused on something normal for once.
Ping!
I exhale through my nose, already annoyed.
And then another one.
Ping!
And another.
Ping!
I stop, shutting my eyes as the irritation finally catches up with me.
Seriously?!
I finish quickly, not even bothering to enjoy it anymore, then grab a towel and wrap it around myself before stepping out.
By the time I walk back into my room, leaving faint drops of water behind me, I’m already fucking pissed off again.
I pick up my phone from the bed, careful not to get it wet with my damp hands, and unlock the screen, noticing there are four messages from the unknown number.
“Here we go again,” I whisper, frustration already in my voice, but it disappears just as quickly, because in the span of a second my knees go weak, the blood in my veins turning cold as a wave of dizziness hits me out of nowhere.
The first message is a photo—me, from the party, bent over the vanity, cum dripping from my pussy onto my bare legs… and my stomach drops as I realize I was right. The asshole did take a picture of me before disappearing.
I keep scrolling, my eyes moving over the next three messages, a cold wave of unease settling deep in my chest.
“You are so photogenic.”
“Such a pretty kitten you’ve got there.”
“Here kitty kitty kitty!”
I go still, my eyes locked on the screen as that last message sinks in.
Something cold settles in my chest, sharp and immediate, making my stomach twist, because this isn’t just some idiot texting anymore.
Do I have a fucking stalker now?!
I glance around the room without thinking, like I expect to find something, someone, or anything that explains it. There’s nobody.
Thank God!
I take a deep breath and text back.
“Go fuck yourself, you freak.”
