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Haunted by Love

Haunted by Love

Kin Beck

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Since I became an adult, I wake up every day from bizarre and strange dreams. Each time I wake up, my whole body aches, and I always find ambiguous red marks and shy traces appearing inexplicably on my arms and legs...

Chapter 1

I was a barista working at a trendy coffee shop in Texas.

I tore off the slowly emerging order from the printer-Vanilla Mocha.

Clipping the order to the counter wall, I removed the handle from the hydraulic espresso machine. Suddenly, a tickling sensation brushed against my leg, as if something was teasing me through the fabric.

I glanced down at my calf but saw nothing.

I didn't pay too much attention to it. I continued my work: measuring the coffee grounds, tamping them down, attaching the handle back to the machine, extracting the espresso, and adding vanilla syrup.

Again, a tingling sensation crept up my leg, as if someone was gently trailing a finger from my ankle upwards.

I shivered involuntarily.

A low chuckle echoed in my ear. I turned around, unsurprised to find no one there. Was it my illusion?

As I turned back, something pressed against my backside and pinched hard! This again?

I glared at David Holland, who was extracting espresso nearby, feeling a surge of anger. This wasn't the first time!

This guy had been eyeing me for a while. Last time, he confessed and asked me to be his bottom, but after I turned him down, he kept pulling these little stunts!

No way! I was definitely not the submissive type!

I raised my arm and swung it down hard.

"What?" David rubbed the back of his head, looking at me with an innocent expression.

I frowned, seeing his genuinely confused and hurt look.

Jesus, this was awkward.

"Nothing, just messing with you," I said casually, returning to my work, pretending not to hear his muttered complaints.

If it wasn't him, then who could it be?

Suppressing my doubts, I continued working.

I poured pure milk into the frothing pitcher, creating a thick foam, and slowly poured it over the espresso, crafting a layered heart.

The Vanilla Mocha was ready.

I placed the finished drink on the tray and moved on to the next order.

Suddenly, the hem of my shirt was lifted, and a cool, soft touch caressed my waist, making my body tense.

I glanced at David, who was still focused on his work, and there was no one surrounding!

"Heh heh... So sensitive and adorable," a warm breath whispered in my ear.

I shrank my neck in astonishment, looking towards the source of the voice, but again, there was not even a single figure in sight.

Had I been watching too many horror movies?

As I bent down to measure the coffee beans, a wet sensation slid across the nape of my neck, like a gentle lick from a tongue, sending a shiver through me.

"Mmm..." "What?" David thought I was talking to him, crossing his arms and looking at me warily. "You're not planning to hit me again, are you?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

He immediately backed down, "I can be the bottom too!"

"No interest." I retorted.

Although I was recently diagnosed with a condition that prevents me from getting up, which was caused by a psychological barrier, I never intended to have sex with either girls or guys.

If I were to be part of the homosexual group, I would at least look for someone appealing!

Another low laugh echoed in my ear...

Was I losing my mind? This was so eerie!

I turned to look at David, who was back to his usual self, working diligently. Despite my growing suspicions, I had to push them aside and continue with my tasks.

Was I having another issue?

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