[ON HOLD] ♡Arranged • GD & SM♡

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Before I get on with the chapter, I want to thank each and every single fucking one of you for almost three thousand reads!

Honestly WHAT THE FUCK?! I LOVE YOU ALL! I would never have thought in a MILLION  years that this book would receive such an accomplishment! Thank you for your continuous support in every chapter! I literally remember when this book just had only three hundred reads, and I was astonished by it. Seriously, thank you! And I mean it when I say I love you. You guys are loved and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.

So, thanks again! Without anymore wasted time, here is chapter fifteen for 'Arranged'. Hope you enjoy!

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Months later...

February 5, 2018

--JANE--

It's been actual months and since I've been on edge about my 'mystery' stalker.

I've been thinking about him every second of every day and it sucks that I'm thinking about a guy that isn't my husband so much. I didn't even fucking do anything and I feel like a slut. Why does it feel weird every time I'm alone in a room? I feel like someone is always watching. I mean, someone is watching me, but I feel anxiety even in the bathroom or grocery store.

I have an idea of who is stalking me, but it's childish; I think it's either Josh or Ethan. I know it's silly to think that, but who else do I know that would be so close to me?

I mean, yes it's fucked up to think that Ethan would backstab his brother and that Josh would steal his best friend's wife, but I don't know, whenever I think about it, I feel all weird inside. Almost like I can't breathe. I feel so fucking suffocated.

I don't like go to any of the cocktail parties because I think someone will abduct me, but I have to because I always know the person throwing them, and they're most likely a mutual or close friend or family friend.

I've been scared to eat again because I'm scared of food poisoning because last week I was constantly getting sick and vomiting. I haven't drunk in three months, so I don't what it is. And I only haven't been drinking because I don't want my drinks to be spiked; I always want to be on guard.

I'm currently having breakfast with Grayson. I'm eating my omelet while I scroll through my Instagram and Grayson is eating his pancakes while he scrolls through his Twitter.

I suddenly feel all the contents of my stomach rising up through my chest and wanting to go up further. I spit out the last bite I took in my plate and made a break for the bathroom. I hear Grayson shouting as I release everything into the toilet bowl. I hear footsteps come closer to the bathroom as I keep throwing up and crying. I don't know why but I always feel the need to bawl my eyes out when I vomit.

"Baby, what's going on? Why have you been throwing up lately?" I hear Grayson say as he holds my hair back and rubs my back.

I shake my head and keep releasing all the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

I finally finish and the back of my throat burns. I wipe my mouth and wash my face. I gargle some water and spit it out into the sink as Grayson flushes the toilet and goes to wash his hands.

I put the lid down and sit on the toilet and put my head in my hands.

"Do you want to make a stop by the doctors?" Gray asks and he rubs my back. I let out a shaky breath.

"This may be the only time I will ever take you up on that offer; yes." I look up and he nods before kissing my forehead.

"Go get ready; I'll tell Penny to schedule an appointment." I nod and he walks out as I go to our bedroom to get dressed.