Page 105 of Ruin Me Gently

Shut up.

I grabbed the package from the delivery guy, muttering my thanks.

Small. Simple. No note.

Molly grinned. “He strikes again.”

I ignored her, peeling back the tape.

Chocolates.

Fancy ones. The kind that looked handmade, artisanal, overpriced as hell. The kind that came from a shop with no price tags because if you had to ask, you couldn’t afford them.

I stared down at the box. What the hell did this man do?

Illegitimate mafia heir? The vibes were there. The presence, the power that spilled from him.

High-stakes rock paper scissors champion? Stupid? Maybe. But I’d felt his hands. Too fast. Too precise. If anyone could turn a little game into an underground career, it was him.

“Damn. He has taste.” Molly said.

I smirked, pulling out my phone.

Lilith

Thank you.

Mr Stalker

For what?

Lilith

The gift.

Mr Stalker

Oh… You’re welcome.

Molly leaned over, trying to get a glance at my screen. “What’s he saying?”

I ignored her.

Lilith

Do I get a quote to go alongside it?

Mr Stalker

‘Her body was like a violin and he was the bow. He would draw it out one note at a time to make her sing.’ - Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus.

I frowned. Wait. What was that book?

I copied the line, pasted it into the search bar and hit enter.

The results popped up instantly, and—oh.

Erotica.

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