IT’S LIVE!
Official Blurb:
I2527ve silently watched her for a year, staying hidden in the shadows, biding my time.
She may know me as two different men, but she doesn2527t have a clue what I2527ve done.
She unknowingly became mine the minute my eyes touched her beauty.
But I2527ve done things. Things she may not be able to forgive.
I know all her secrets, her habits, her preferred coffee, what she does in her spare time, her favorite lingerie brand, even that she sleeps naked.
At night, I watch her from her window. During the day, I watch her from my computer. She innocently bares her heart and body to me, and I soak up every single fucking second.
I2527ve stayed away, but I2527m tired of watching from afar. It2527s time Poppy finds out just who I am and what I2527m willing to do to take what2527s mine. She may hate me when she finds out my what I2527ve done, but she has no choice but to accept it.
She will be my wife.
She will mother my children.
I will claim every part of her heart, body, and soul.
Anything else is unacceptable.
Poppy Lexington has become my endless obsession. I will become her uncontrollable addiction.
Unknown:
Have you enjoyed the flowers I2527ve sent
you?
Have you enjoyed the flowers I2527ve sent
you?
I
freeze, except for my eyes, which pop open wide in shock. My breath gets caught
in my throat when I realize this must be my mystery flower guy.
freeze, except for my eyes, which pop open wide in shock. My breath gets caught
in my throat when I realize this must be my mystery flower guy.
Holy hell! It2527s him!
Why
in the world is he texting me? After all this time, why contact me now? And
what in the hell do I say to him? It2527s become a routine. I2527ve gotten used to
getting the roses and not knowing who they are from. Question after question
runs through my mind. Who is he? Why send me flowers? Why not introduce
himself? Where did he first see me? How did he find out where I worked? And how
in the hell did he get my number?
in the world is he texting me? After all this time, why contact me now? And
what in the hell do I say to him? It2527s become a routine. I2527ve gotten used to
getting the roses and not knowing who they are from. Question after question
runs through my mind. Who is he? Why send me flowers? Why not introduce
himself? Where did he first see me? How did he find out where I worked? And how
in the hell did he get my number?
That2527s
my number one question, so I ask him.
my number one question, so I ask him.
Me:
How did you get my number?
How did you get my number?
It
only takes seconds for me to receive a reply, and I2527m not sure how to take it.
only takes seconds for me to receive a reply, and I2527m not sure how to take it.
Unknown:
I have my ways. You didn2527t answer my
question.
I have my ways. You didn2527t answer my
question.
He
has his ways? What is that supposed to mean? My chest tightens with fear at his
answer. I push back the fear and ask another question I2527m dying to know.
has his ways? What is that supposed to mean? My chest tightens with fear at his
answer. I push back the fear and ask another question I2527m dying to know.
Me: They2527re beautiful, thank you. Who are you?
Unknown: You2527ll find out soon enough.
Umm…
say what? Another question avoided. My eyes narrow in suspicion.
say what? Another question avoided. My eyes narrow in suspicion.
Me: I2527m not sure I like that answer. I have no
idea who you are. What if I don2527t want to know you once I find out?
idea who you are. What if I don2527t want to know you once I find out?
I
notice the time on my phone and pull the second thigh-high up my leg, keeping
my eyes on the screen the entire time. This is really weird, him having my
number. I2527m sure it2527s not too hard to get the information, but it2527s the point
that he went through the trouble to get it. I hate being left in the dark like
this.
notice the time on my phone and pull the second thigh-high up my leg, keeping
my eyes on the screen the entire time. This is really weird, him having my
number. I2527m sure it2527s not too hard to get the information, but it2527s the point
that he went through the trouble to get it. I hate being left in the dark like
this.
My
phone dings again, and I quickly grab it.
phone dings again, and I quickly grab it.
Unknown:
You2527ll want to know me. Trust me.
You2527ll want to know me. Trust me.
Trust
him? That2527s laughable. How can he think I2527ll trust him when I have no idea who
he is?
him? That2527s laughable. How can he think I2527ll trust him when I have no idea who
he is?
Me:
It2527s hard to trust someone I don2527t know.
It2527s hard to trust someone I don2527t know.
I
slip my feet in my heels as I wait for him to reply. It2527s doesn2527t take long.
slip my feet in my heels as I wait for him to reply. It2527s doesn2527t take long.
Unknown:
You2527ll learn.
You2527ll learn.
Unsure
of how to respond to that, I walk back to the kitchen to get a travel mug of
coffee ready. He seems so confident, and cocky. Maybe a little too much, since
it2527s coming from a total stranger. How can he be so sure?
of how to respond to that, I walk back to the kitchen to get a travel mug of
coffee ready. He seems so confident, and cocky. Maybe a little too much, since
it2527s coming from a total stranger. How can he be so sure?
I
type out my original question again.
type out my original question again.
Me:
Who are you?
Who are you?
Unknown:
Soon…
Soon…
I
grip my phone in frustration. Now that he2527s contacted me, the need to know who
sends me roses every week is overwhelming. It2527s no longer a curiosity—I need to know. I should be more afraid,
but I2527m not, and that gives me pause. Why am I not more fearful? He2527s obviously
hiding something, right? But what?
grip my phone in frustration. Now that he2527s contacted me, the need to know who
sends me roses every week is overwhelming. It2527s no longer a curiosity—I need to know. I should be more afraid,
but I2527m not, and that gives me pause. Why am I not more fearful? He2527s obviously
hiding something, right? But what?
He
sends another text before I get a chance to reply.
sends another text before I get a chance to reply.
Unknown:
Have a good day at work, Beautiful.
Have a good day at work, Beautiful.
What?
That2527s it? He has flowers delivered to me every week for eight months, messages
me out of the blue with cryptic messages, then wishes me a good day at work?
Pissed off vibes has my gut clenching. How dare he contact me and leave me
hanging.
That2527s it? He has flowers delivered to me every week for eight months, messages
me out of the blue with cryptic messages, then wishes me a good day at work?
Pissed off vibes has my gut clenching. How dare he contact me and leave me
hanging.
Me:
That2527s it? That2527s all I get out of you?
That2527s it? That2527s all I get out of you?
I
flip the off switch on the coffee pot, grab my now full travel mug, my purse,
and with phone still in hand, I leave my house, locking it up behind me.
flip the off switch on the coffee pot, grab my now full travel mug, my purse,
and with phone still in hand, I leave my house, locking it up behind me.
I2527m
buckling my seatbelt when he replies.
buckling my seatbelt when he replies.
Unknown:
For now, yes.
For now, yes.
Oh
no, that doesn2527t work for me. He needs to give me something. He can2527t just
expect me to accept his non-answers.
no, that doesn2527t work for me. He needs to give me something. He can2527t just
expect me to accept his non-answers.
Me:
How do you know me? How do you know where
I work?
How do you know me? How do you know where
I work?
Unknown:
I know a lot of things about you, Poppy.
I know a lot of things about you, Poppy.
Me:
You2527re not helping your case of me
wanting to know you. It2527s freaking me out that you know stuff about me,
personal stuff, when I don2527t even know your name. That2527s not normal. It2527s
pretty stalkerish, don2527t you think?
You2527re not helping your case of me
wanting to know you. It2527s freaking me out that you know stuff about me,
personal stuff, when I don2527t even know your name. That2527s not normal. It2527s
pretty stalkerish, don2527t you think?
I
notice the time on my phone again and see I have a few minutes before I need to
leave, so I decide to wait for his reply.
notice the time on my phone again and see I have a few minutes before I need to
leave, so I decide to wait for his reply.
Unknown:
Just call me Mr. A for now. Have a safe
trip to work.
Just call me Mr. A for now. Have a safe
trip to work.
Alex Grayson is originally from the south, but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio, she absolutely loves living in the north. Her and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, son, one dogs, two cats, eight ducks, and three chickens. She hopes to eventually get a couple of goats to add to their country way of living. Besides her family and home, her next best passion is reading. She is often found with her nose obsessively stuck in a book, much to the frustration of her husband and daughter. On more than one occasion Alex found herself wanting a book to go a certain way, but it didn2527t. With these thoughts in mind, she decided to start writing stories according to her own visions. Although this is a new endeavor for her, she hopes that readers find her concepts on romance intriguing and captivating. Alex welcomes and encourages feedback, of any kind. She can be contacted at alexgraysonauthor@gmail.com.
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