Chapter 17 Black Mailed (My Stalker’s Play Thing)

Chapter 1 

The box sits on the edge of the bed, its sleek black packaging unmarked except for a single silver logo, an M with a curve wrapping around it. 

I’d been staring at it for ten minutes, my fingers twitching, my pulse a steady thrum in my throat. 

The air in the room somehow felt thick, h...