Mr CEO's Freaky Obsession

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was quiet.

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nd turned

out now," I called over my

espo

t walked into the pan

again, but the s

the pantry. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside, my bre

fr

lifeless eyes staring straight

t, I couldn

, my mind blank but

et

kin was pale, unmoving. The thick scent of iron filled my nostrils, and I whi

th

stumbling back, my

ne, fingers fumbling to dial for help but as I ra

sm

nd bringing my hand closer to my

ed like

the

iped my tears and rushed back

s... on

, staring at him like he ha

ly, as if he hadn't just been l

om head to toe, my body st

.. the

ace. Then he burst out laughing-a loud, hysterical

ed, my voice sharp with anger and confu

till chuckling, but I stepped

face," he wheezed, barely

ast sixty seconds. "You were dead just n

s barbecue sauce.

ked. "

d. It was

jaw tightening. "Y

th himself. "I was bored. No customers,

ed dead, you ab

d be fun?" I snapped, my h

ing from laughter." He let out anot

ience

to you, hang out with you, or even work the late-night shift with you.

er stopped

d at the floor. Without a word, he turned away

w through the diner as t

I'd like a box of pizza. No pe

rubbing my temples.

*

o the kitchen to fix myself a cup of

nvel

was thick, and expensive to the touch, and

to Laur

n

ocked the door and peeked outside. The hallway

ead. Was this

ping up the steps two at a time until I reached my bedr

" I muttered to myself, managing a crooked smile but a

night still lingering in

p tigh

ght? Wha

use me?" I muttered to no one i

n my head, I write to you about how impactful our

beautiful women, you stood out. Your presence struck me like li

w the colour illuminated your skin? But this is not flattery. These words are

glittered, the softness of your smile. The way your voice slid thro

or you the way it does for me. Perhaps it

ading, my mi

eal. This cou

definitely not

the last time I had gone on a date o

th

g that one time I got locked in th

h...

, hoping for a clue. A name

th

. Letter to

s is my

led. Compl

nagging feeling that I was intruding

ting this to you. I have ask

ld think of since you gave me only your name. We met once, and it was brief,

houghts, but my heart insist

ore my heart, or you may do me the honor of con

ou soon... or wheneve

om my fingers and stared

for me," I whis

had written tho

ettled in my chest, but

m he got the wrong Laura George and go bac