Paiges Point of View.
For the third night in a row I dreamed of Jacob Walker. And they weren't nightmares. They were intensely hot, X-rated videos that were getting more and more explicit with each one I had. I woke up covered in sweat, an aching in-between my legs and an urgent need to satisfy myself, which I did, more than once, on each occasion.
This had all started the evening I received the note. I had been walking towards our local coffee shop when I dropped my phone. As I was bending down to pick it up, I saw a man climbing out of a cab. I didn't see him clearly because he was walking away from me. But the walk, the body, it reminded me so much of Jacob I couldn't let it go. I had forgotten all about the coffee and cake and bolted back towards my apartment so fast, it must h
