Page 95 of Make You Mine

We’re past the point at which I’ll find anything my stalker gives me romantic. But, it kind of is. Underwear and a rose. I wish he would have led with it.

Underneath it, more white wrapping.

It becomes evident very soon that there’s another present inside.

Undoing the white wrapping paper, I catch sight of a pair of pink sneakers that’d go well with my outfit. A pencil skirt, a blouse, and a choker all in pink. On the sneakers, an inscription in red ink.

Mine. On both sides of the shoes.

I let out a laugh.

This is unbelievable.

Of course, the typical note is stuck to a corner of the box.

I pick it up and read it.

Your outfit for our first official date, my wife.

I roll my eyes as I examine the panties. I can’t trust that they’re normal. Putting them aside, I pick up the shoes. They’re my size. How does he know my size?

You’re curious, aren’t you? The letter continues.

I heard you woke up without any panties today, so it only seemed right.

I groan. A clear admission that it was him who took my panties. Who marked my skin.

The freaking tattoos that are difficult to wash off.

And the shoes? Well, you’ll need them for comfort.

Wear them, my wife. Wear them and let’s play.

I’ll be watching.

I bite my lip out of anger and frustration, not temptation. Though the idea of wearing special panties is intriguing.

I stuff the panties inside the box and close it, leaving it on my desk and storming out of the room.

I’ve had it with this guy.

I have to do this. I need to find out who he is. I need to get to the security footage room.

He was here and left this present, some camera must have caught him.

I didn’t want to do this but it’s my last resort.

As I try to keep up with the speed my legs are leading me in, my phone pings in my pocket.

Unknown:

You didn’t think I wouldn’t have taken care of the cameras, did you, wifey?

I stop. Of course he did. How naive of me.

“Fuck.”

Ping. Another text message.