Sexual Stalker

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Rollercoasters and Reunions

Annabell POV

I hate work sometimes!

I do love my job, I do, but right now my receptionist is off ill, I'm working like a one armed paper hanger, I've got a headache, I need a massage; head, back and feet, I need sleep, and on top of that, it's my god damn birthday!

I don't deserve this of all days!

I have appointments all day, from 9.30am right through to 6pm I have appointments.

I don't even have time for lunch!

Great birthday eh?

I sit in my office, readying myself for my first appointment when my office phone rings.

I grumble silently and answer, "Dr Annabell Tryst's office."

"Oh Nannie! Hellloooooo." A high pitched, happy voice sounds down the phone.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion; I recognise that voice.. That bubbly, loving voice.

"Dyanna?" I gasp, the light bulb going off in my head.

Dyanna was my best friend until Ricky came along and took over.

I haven't spoken to Dy in over two years!

"Oh Nannie! I missed you," she gushes- her usual self, "I've wanted to call for so long but I've been scared to.. You don't even know what Ricky did to cut me out Nannie! He was a nasty piece of work! Anyway, he's in the past!

Today is why I'm calling! Today!"

My head is already pounding with Dy's intense screeching voice.

What's going on today??

It's bad and busy enough as it is!

"Today you're free! A full day of Nannie fun day! Today is your 25th birthday Nannie and we are celebrating!"

My head shakes from side to side, "err I'm fully booked today. Totally packed out with appointments- I don't even have time for a lunch break." I stammer, trying not to offend Dy but trying to ensure she doesn't manipulate me into cancelling.

"Read the appointment names Nannie.." Dy sighs as though it obvious what she's doing.

I raise an arched eyebrow, and grab my diary..

"Harpy Bert Day..

Berty Patty..

I see where this is going! Seriously you pen-raped my diary??"

Dyanna giggles loudly, "pen-raped?" And continued to holler cute little giggles, "but yeah.. Though it wasn't me per say."

"Who?" The word breathes from my mouth.

"Ummm.."

"Dy!"

"That man of yours. He's dreamy!"

"Man? You know I have a man?"

"Yep.. What's his name? Ivon? Devon?"

"Avan." I correct with a smile on my face.

I know Avan and I aren't in a relationship yet, but we're doing great; we're closer than ever.

Evan is my master, and is helping me work on my emotional craziness and rape flashbacks; give me an outlet for my stress.

I want to gain some trust in Avan emotionally before agreeing to settling down and into a committed, and loving relationship.

Especially after all I've dealt with recently.