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Ch8 .... D

It's the first time I throw a trial in the trash!

It was so messed up that I darent even give the crumbs to Ditchy.

I look askance at my dustbin as if it was responsible for something.

I got back exhausted from this day's work. Not that it was physically tiring, but nervously I was on the verge of implosion!

I thought a little cooking would help take my mind off things. They say that inspiration comes in painful times.

Well with me, it's the opposite! In moments like these, I'd do better just to stay in bed eating ice-cream!

I collapse on the couch and grab my computer to take a look at my blog.

With the tumultuous life I've had recently, I can't really see myself writing a new article, Instead I read the latest comments.

I go through my comments. A lot of people have written stuff since I last looked.

Many are worried about my silence. I find their commnets cute and it warms my heart.

Sure enough, I left my blog aside, during my crazy story with the great Ryan Carter, away from real life.

Here I am now! Back again!

Except that my life seems bland and boring without him. Without the longing for his arms, his playful talk and his intense gaze.

Like a badly seasoned dish. Like my last try, actually ...

I sigh. I must absolutely get him out of my head! And even out every inch of my skin!!

Before him, I had a happy life! Ok, he gave me a taste of thrill, of intoxicating and exciting sensations!

But life is something else! We don't live permanently in passion and disputes!

Nobody could bear it!

And yet... Yet ... My heart would like to give him another chance. The little organ, which has been beating like a madman for weeks, still believes that all this is just a big misunderstanding.

What is more stubborn than a little heart?

At least reading the encouragement and the little love messages from my community makes me feel much better.

It's crazy, I don't know any of them in reality, and yet their presence reassures me and is essential to my well-being.

Suddenly I block on a comment and my brief respite stops dead.

The message was sent a few hours ago. Message from Persephone: "You've been warned..."

(What ?!)

This Persephone is harassing me, my world!! I thought he'd forgotten me, but no! Here he comes and strikes again at the worst time!

Disturbing coincidence!

Ok, I'm not going to panic because of a nutcase who's decided to do my head in on a cooking blog.

Some people, honestly?

I get up and I pace. Think, Tayla, think...

Persephone is clearly referring to my relationship with Carter. Anyway, it's all he ever refers to!

Ditchy looks up and watches me moving about in the living room.

Who could be hiding behind this pseudonym?

(Jake...?)

Jake knows about my relationship with Carter... He even warned me.

Yet I can't see him playing this childish game. And then, he's the kind of person to say things to your face,not from behind a screen.

I put my hands on my hips and keep thinking about the list of potential suspects.

Nancy, the former assistant? Could she be a kind of dumb chick destroyed by hurricane Carter, seeking to warn innocent souls about her former boss's trickery?

It's a little far fetched...

Could it be Ryan himself...?

In that case, he should start a good psychoanalysis very quickly! He likes to play, but he's not perverse.

I laugh nervously at my nonsense!

I reopen my blog and look at the message again. I don't know what to do.

Maybe the best thing to do is try to start a dialogue...I reply under his comment:" Persephone , I know who you are."

I try buffling, may as well try everything. With a bit of luck, it'll at least stop him. Otherwise, it'll make him even more aggressive... Or worse, he will come and choke me during my sleep and choke Ditchy!

Nobody'll find anything of us. Just the traces of a struggle...

(Fuck, I have to stop being so irrational !!)

Worried, I decided to send a text message to Matt. First of all, because he always happens to help me chill out with his rotten jokes, and then because I'm going to need Colin's help.

T:"Persephone wrote again, I told you I wasn't hallucinating, I don't know what to do, I'm worried++"

It's not long before my phone starts ringing. It's Matt. I pick up, feeling restless.

Matt:"Yeah, princess, what's going on?"

(I'm totally freaked out!)

T:"He wrote me again, it's as if he knew lots of stuff in my life... I don't understand how it's possible! It completely freaks me out!"

Matt:"Some people are so sick... "

I hear him sigh and say something to somone beside him. I make out the sound of a key faling to the ground and the sound of a blower.

Matt:"listen, I'll talk to Colin about it tomorrow. Join me on the 42floor around 10:00, okay?"

T:"Okay."

Matt:"I have to leave you, I'm helping a buddy out with his bike. Don't get too worked up about it."

Matt:"Colin is an expert in his field. We'll find who your Persephone is and we'll tell him how things works around here!"

(He is so sweet... )

I smile. Matt and his protectionist side.

T:"Okay ... See you tomorrow then."

Matt:"Yeap! See ya."

T:"See ya."

As I hang up, I feel much better knowing that Matt and Colin will help me reassures me.

Who knows? If I'm dealing with a pervert, I'll be needing two strong guys to protect me!