❝𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓S 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑.❞
"You look even more beautiful when you're crying, cuore mio." The husky words roll off his tongue like silk, and I hate the way goosebumps ripple across my skin as I meet his dark...
A/N: no offence to those named Griffin i'm sorryyyy
༻ 05 | wrong number ༺
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LEILANI ────────── ───
Unknown: Are you working tonight?
I blink at the notification that appears on my screen, becoming increasingly irritated the longer I stare at it. It doesn't take a genius to figure out whothe culprit is.
Why in the world is he texting me? No 'hi' or 'hello' or 'how are you?'
Me: well, good evening to you too...
Just as my thumb presses the send button, it suddenly hits me, like a splash of ice-cold water to the face: I never gave Matias my number. So how in the ever-loving fuck is he messaging me?
The realisation sends me zoning out into a corner of my room and my mouth popping open like a dummy. Oh God. I vividly recall rushing out of his car the moment he asked for it, but could I have been hallucinating?
What if this isn't him? What if it's someone else?
As much as I want to convince myself of the latter, another thought wraps around my mind. His threat from the other day replays in my mind—'I already know a lot about you. Your full name, your blood type and where you work.'
Okay...maybe now I am a little scared. Just a little. Totally not about to pee myself or anything because a potentially dangerous man might be stalking me... nope! Not at all!
Swallowing down the anxiety creeping up my throat, I blink wildly at the phone in my restless fingers, almost dropping it when the next message buzzes through.
Unknown: Still going on that date? Just know you have 5 minutes to cancel it.
Hold on, how could he possibly know about my date?! Is he watching me?
I whisk around so fast that I almost get whiplash, frantically searching for some sort of hidden camera. No luck.
Even though I'm 100% certain the stalker in question is Matias, it doesn't hurt to double-check. My thumbs tap at thirty miles per hour as I type out another cautious response.
Me: Uh, and who am I speaking to?
It doesn't take more than ten seconds before my phone pings again.
