Alissia POV
My heart pounds in my chest as I make my way to the door, hesitating for just a second before pulling it open.
A man stands there, his face impassive, holding out a box.
“Yes?” I whisper, feeling the uneasy twist in my stomach.
“Boss said you need to wear this tonight,” he says, handing me the box without another word. Before I can ask anything else, he turns and walks away, leaving me in the doorway holding the box.
Boss? Tonight? My mind reels. He must mean the guy I met this morning—the one I’ve been calling Jackson. I glance back at my laptop, wondering if the stalker hacker had anything to do with this, but it seems quiet.
Great, I think, sighing. Now he’s giving me gifts.
I walk back inside, placing the box on the table. Staring at it for a moment, I lift the lid,
