Lustfilled Attraction: BWWM ✔️ (completed)

Chapter 16: Used To It

Raya

It's been about three weeks since I've last heard from my stalker.

I decided to pretend like he doesn't exist and I continued on with my life. Everyday since he saved me from getting robbed or possibly murdered, I've felt a weirdly calm knowing I had someone watching me from afar and making sure nothing bad happens to me. Shit still creeps me out but as long as I'm not being stabbed in my sleep then all is fine I guess.

I recently found out that he has keys to my apartment or he always finds a way inside because every morning I find something off in my apartment.

My clothes would go missing, a necklace was added to my collection that I know cost way more then my rent, food would be prepped in my fridge or my dishes would be washed when I know for a fact I left them in the sink. And let's not forget about the money.

At the rate he's going, I'm going to become a millionaire. I don't spend the money he gives me because I have no idea where he got it from so I just put it up in a shoebox in my closet to save for emergencies.

Again, it's creepy knowing he be in my room while I'm sleeping but if I think to much into it then I'll go crazy so I let it be.

Sometimes though, I do wish I had a man or someone to talk to when I get freaked out like this. Someone who I know isn't afraid to defend me against my stalker. Someone who's strong enough to care for me and make sure I'm okay. I shouldn't be depending on a guy I don't know and who's most likely planning my murder. I need a man..

A man like Jamal.

Huh? No. I haven't thought Jamal in so long I almost forgot what that man looked like.

The only reminder of him that I have is the tattoo he did on my back for me. It's still as beautiful as ever and it's fully healed. The way he added extra details to the drawing was amazing to me. That guy is a true artist.

Too bad I'll probably never see or speak to him again.

I kind of miss Harmony too.

Whatever. I had a chance to ask for his number and I failed so that's my fault.

Today I went grocery shopping since I got paid yesterday. I bought about a month's worth of groceries since I know my stalker would probably break into my house and pull something out for me to eat later.

I went to the salon next to get my hair braided. I spent a hundred and fifty dollars on knotless braids down to my knees and let me just say that it was worth it. I feel like a brand new woman. I haven't gotten my hair braided in so long though so my head was extremely sore. I went to the pharmacy to buy some pain pills to ease my pain a bit.

When I was done running my errands I came back home. I poked my head through the creak of my door to make sure my stalker wasn't here before I walked fully in. I blame him for making me so paranoid now.

It's fine with him being away from me and out of sight. I don't know if I could handle him actually standing right in front of me. That would make it feel so much more real and I wasn't prepared for all of that.

I put my groceries up and poured myself a cup of wine. I logged into class and finished my assignments for the day then I grabbed my phone and called Ivory.

"Hey girl." She answered, sounding chirpy.

"Hey you busy today?"

"Nope." She said popping the p.

"Want to come over? I'm bored."

"Sure, I'll be there in ten minutes." She said. Before she hung up, I heard a deep male voice that was oddly familiar asking her where she's going. I was about to ask who that was but he she hung before I could and I stared set my screen with a confused frown.

Since when did Ivory have a boyfriend?

It just might be her boss. She might be at work...

Ah, right. See? Paranoid. Overthinking and shit.

If ivory had a boyfriend, she would've told me.