𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

11

07/13

𝙿 • 𝙰 • 𝙸 • 𝙶 • 𝙴

A month passes by and things kind of went back to normal. Mommy and I moved into Paris house and with my stalker's money, I built a new room for myself.

He got me anything I wanted and now I was close to comfortable. He even paid men to build a kitchen and bathroom to our convenience.

This man is so sweet

But yet he's my stalker

A man I should hate

"What do you do for a living?" I asked and he smirks.

"What do you think I do?" he asked instead of answering my questions.

"Are you a lawyer?"

"No, I studied to be one though,"

"Oh," I said and he nods.

He's fascinating

How old is he?

"A cop?"

"Fuck no," he said while chuckling.

So he hate cops

"A Russian mob boss," I tried mocking his accent jokingly with a smile.

He stopped smiling I was brought to think that I had offended him.

"I'm sorry," I said and he raised a single brow.

"For?"

"I just mocked your accent, I'm so if I offended you," I said and he licked his lips.

"I'm not offending doll," he said and I nod.

"But to answer your question. You're right," he said and my eyes widens.

A mob boss like the mafia

"Yes, like the mafia," he said and I stared at him.

He was sitting on a chair as I stared at him. He got up and walked towards the bed.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him. This bed was tall so my front area was touching his at the point.

"You should go to bed now," he said and I frowned.

"You're leaving," I said and he smiles.

"Yes,"

"Take the mask off,"

"No," he said and I rolled my eyes

"Whatev—"

He grabs my throat and pulled me towards him.

"What did I say about that attitude doll," he said

I just stared into his eyes as he glares down at me.