Raya doesn't believe in love anymore because every guy she dates or takes serious shows her why she'd rather be alone but she that doesn't mean she wants to be. One night on a night she was called in to work, Raya literally falls in the lap of a my...
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Raya
I woke up from the sound of someone opening my bedroom door. My face was flushed and dry from all of the tears I cried. My body shook from anger and fear when I sat up from my bed. I pulled my covers closer to my naked body, cursing myself for forgetting to put something on.
Jamal came in wearing his signature black hoodie and joggers but this time, he left his gloves and his mask showing me his true self.
He leaned against my wall with his hands in his pockets as he stared down at me with a calculating expression. His jaw was set and his eyes were narrow and watching me intensely.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly to hide my shaking breath.
"You don't have to pretend, I know you're scared Raya." He mumbled, lowering his gaze down to my hidden body.
"Fucking creep." I muttered and tightened my hold o the covers, pulling it up to my chin.
He shrugged like it was nothing. "It's nothing I haven't seen before baby."
"Stop calling me that." I bared my teeth. "I don't want to deal with you anymore. You lied to me!"
"And did." He nodded.
My blood boiled knowing he wasn't fazed by my anger at all, if anything he was enjoying it. "How do you sleep at night knowing you're a sick fucking man, stalking woman and killing people for fucking fun."
"I don't kill for fun. I kill for you." He corrected with a frown. "And I sleep perfectly fine."
I scoffed. "I never asked for any of this."
"No," he hummed. He lifts himself from the wall and walks towards my bed. I scooted further back until my back hit the headboard. "You asked for me. Jamal the tattoo artist not Jamal the stalker, right?" He says with so much arrogance, I wanted to smack him. "You asked me to fuck you, kill those men who were going to killyou if I didn't, and you asked me again, earlier today, why was I ignoring you. Do you see why now? I needed to see where your head was at. I wanted to see how long you could go without talking to me. I wanted to see just how much you wanted me Raya." He explained as he sat on the edge of my bed. "I told you that you wasn't ready for me and I was right. Look at you. You look a fucking mess." He spat.
