WRITER'S POV
Vera forced her hands into the new Burberry jacket she received from an unknown person during her birthday last year.
She had refused to wear the jacket because she didn't know who gave it to her. The jacket was too expensive for her liking, but she started doing a lot of things that she wouldn't have done if she had been in the right state of mind recently, and wearing the jacket is one of those crazy things.
The jacket wasn't the only present she got from an unknown person, there were also love letters and flowers sent to her on the 5th of every month.
She was scared at first, but waved it aside since half of the stuff in her house were gifts from people she knows. So a single lily flower each month shouldn't matter if the person doesn't want to show his or herself.
She tied a tiny Burberry scarf to go with it as she watched herself in the standing mirror. Her black handbag would match the black high-heeled shoes.
She sprayed the pain relief liquid on her shoulder again. Then grabbed her bag and the resignation letter beside it on the bed.
"Vera, let's do this!" She gave herself a thumbs-up and smiled.
Walking out of her bedroom, she closed the door firmly and believed her problems and anything that might hinder her from submitting the resignation letter for a job she thought might render her life useless had been locked inside there.
As she took the stairs down, she stumbled and almost slipped down the stairs, but her hands flew to the railing in time to save her a swoop.
Gasping and disgusted by that, she slowly went down the stairs and sat down on the base of the stairs to catch her breath.
"That was close!" She exclaimed and stood up to leave. "No matter what happens, I must stop what I started! I told that old man that I was sick, and he didn't want to understand. Do I blame him?"
She continued murmuring to herself as she went outside her door, her keys fell when she tried to lock the door with shaking fingers.
"What's all this?!" She cursed and bent down to pick up the keys, to her surprise, a red envelope greeted her eyes first.
Goosebumps skittered all over her body when she picked it up and saw the contents. A black lily flower and a white paper with a signal scribbled on it.
Wild-eyed, she hurried to Nathan's door and banged on it.
"Nathan!? Are you in there?!!" She called, pressing the doorbell frantically as her left hand still hit the door.
Her heart raced and the headache multiplied by four. What is this about? Who could be doing this to her? Before, it was just the flower on the 5th of every month, but this is unusual, and she couldn't get her mind off the warning sign.
Her hand landed on Nathan's face as he opened the door.
"Ouch! That hurts!" He exclaimed, dodging the second blow. "Honey pie, why are you so worked up?" He asked worriedly and grasped her hands.
She lurched into his arms. "Oh, thank goodness you are home!"
"Vera, calm down. I'm here with you." Nathan tried to calm her down.
She looked at her door as if whoever dropped the letter was standing right there.
"D--did you notice someone come around my door?" She asked, horrified by what her instincts were telling her.

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Hörny Boss
RomanceJackson Taylor is a divorced sèx freak, Vera Santos was a nymphomaniac whose biggest dream was to make enough money to get her son back. Vera discovers a mysterious thing about her new boss on her first day at work and decides to quit, but he offers...