CRUEL INTENTIONS

Chapter 1

One year later

Carvida slowly opened her eyes with a groan, the beeping sound of her alarm pissing her off. But she nonetheless woke up and switched it off. Stretching her back, she stood up, took some clothes and freshened up quickly. Once she was ready, she then prepared breakfast quickly and drank her coffee before leaving the house.

Today she had to meet up with her editor. She had finally graduated from university thanks to the help of a mysterious 'L' who paid all her studies without ever asking her anything in return. Truth be told, she wondered sometimes if she should not have run away from that house.. Yet here she was, 21 years old and still living here with a degree in creative writing. She wrote her first book already and as ironic as it can be. She wrote a stalker romance. Let's just say she was inspired by 'L' and all the letters he sent her over a year now. He was clearly a stalker. There was not a single day that she did not receive private messages or letters. He knew everything she did. Every single thing.

Many of the letters were also encouraging and loving words from 'L' especially when she worked well but some of the others were very very dirty and fuck it turned her on badly. Dirty letters from a strangers turned her on. Damn she needed to get her horny pussy under control. But could you blame her? He wrote such dirty things that it would make anyone wet.

And then there was the famous blue rose that he left in her box letter. Every single day, she would be greeted with a blue rose and a letter. Yet he never once said anything in the letter about the blue rose. She was honestly always intrigued... Why a blue rose? Why not red or white? But blue. I guess she would never get her answer.

Sighing softly, she twirled her house keys in hand and opened her box letter. She quickly took out the blue rose and the letter and then headed to the porsche carrera 911 'L' gifted her. Yeah 'L' seemed to be pretty rich, she did not even have to work part-time jobs for the past year. She always had to work two to three jobs to pay her studies but now she simply worked in a library till she published her books. She had everything she needed and with the money she obtained from her job as a librarian. It was enough. She definitely could have choosen to remain at home but she did not want to take advantage of the help 'L' was giving her. He may be good to her but he killed her parents and she did not want to owe him more than she already does for everything he did for her.

She also never once used the credit cards 'L' sent her. It did not sit right with her. She also tried to discover who 'L' was but she never got to know who that private number belonged to or from where did those letters really come from. Not a single trace of 'L'.

With a soft exhale, she got in her car and sat down comfortably before opening the letter :

Good morning my little flower, how did you sleep? Of course you must have slept well after fingering yourself with my letters huh? You naughty little girl I watch your every move. If you keep stealing pleasures with my letters. Next time it won't be my letter in your pussy.

Also you seemed to be quite friendly with the new neighbour. Don't step over the line, Flower. You are mine, every inch of that delicious body of yours belongs to me. Next time I see you being touchy and lovely with that boy. He's dead.

Now to the most important matter, you are going to your editor today, don't stress much okay. You are a talented little girl with a creative dirty imagination. Your book will be a success. It's related to me after all. Good luck little flower

'L'

She bit her bottom lip. Fuck! Of course he would know she fingered herself.. There were definitely cameras in the house and she did try to find them but it's like trying to find an ant in a huge house. Practically impossible. Lord knows where he put them. And right... The new neighbour, a cute boy, 23 years old with beautiful light brown eyes, cute dimple smile and soft fair skin. He was the hot nerdy type of boy.

She surely liked him yet her stalker got her more wet with just letters and that was something. Still she was not scared of the threat, 'L' was not going to dictate her life. Her parents had done so enough. He may have helped her financially but hey... Let's say it was compensation for killing her parents.

Smirking, she started the car and headed to the building where her editor works at. After a good amount of time, she finally reached her destination and parked her car quickly. She then headed towards the building and took the elevator.

Pressing to the nineth floor, she waited patiently while her mind kept on running back to what the stalker said...

Next time it won't be my letter in your pussy.

She did want to see him. To finally get to know who that mysterious 'L' was but did she want to get fucked by him? No or maybe. Damn it.. Just the thought of it right now made her pussy throb. The insatiable attraction she felt towards her stalker was terribly wrong... Ah lust... One of the seven deadly sins. One she did not mind one bit.

She snapped out of her thoughts when the elevator suddenly stopped moving with a screeching sound and the light went off. Her heart immediately raced and she fumbled for the buttons pressing on them desperately but nothing worked. Fuck no, she could not be stuck here. No. No. No...