Page 68 of Ruin Me Gently

My vibrator.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

I didn’t. I couldn’t have. But I fucking did. I’d sent my stalker a picture of my ass… with my vibrator in full, unmistakable view.

That was it. I was faking my death and moving across the world, effective immediately.

Lilith

I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO THAT.

Mr Stalker

Didn’t mean to send the photo or didn’t mean to leave it there?

I groaned, slapping a hand over my face, kicking my legs in pure, undiluted horror.

Lilith

Stop.

Mr Stalker

No, I don’t think I will.

This was a stress dream. A fever induced, post-apocalyptic nightmare.

Mr Stalker

Do you want me to pretend I didn’t see it?

Lilith

YES. ERASE IT FROM YOUR MEMORYIMMEDIATELY.

Mr Stalker

I can try. But I can’t promise you that I’ll be able to forget about it anytime soon.

I needed to get out of this immediately. There was no salvaging this situation, no coming back from the absolute mortification that was currently coursing through my veins. So I typed the only escape route I had left.

Lilith

I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Mr. Stalker.

Mr Stalker

I bet you are. Goodnight, Lilith.

I threw myself down. I was never speaking to him again… probably.

I wasn’t even going to think about him. I was going to sleep.

Except…

My gaze drifted back to where my phone lay innocently beside me.

Before I could stop myself, I grabbed it, thumb hovering over the screen before I swiped it back open.

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