Fuck, did he really know where I lived?
My legs shook as I walked toward the front door, gripping my cell phone tightly as I readied myself to come face-to-face with him.
Kayden: I’m kidding. Just thought I’d get your heart pounding.
I froze and didn’t feel relieved, but saddened that he wasn’t really here.
Me: You’re such a dick.
Kayden: I’m not there now, but I do know where you live.
Me: No, you don’t. What’s my address?
My palms grew sweaty against the plastic of my phone as I read my address on the screen. My mouth dropped open.
Me: How?
Kayden: The chat shows where you are when you message me with your phone, kiddo.
Fuck.I never paid attention to the details in the chat window. I knew it said a city but never knew it showed an exact location. I tapped on his message, and I could see exactly where he was at that very moment.
Me: OMG. I never knew that. I always thought I was untraceable. I thought this was safe.
Kayden: Are you saying I’m dangerous, Sophia?
I laughed because I knew he wasn’t dangerous to me physically, but he could break my heart.
Me: Nah. I don’t think you would hurt me, but I think you would turn my world upside down. I’ve always steered clear of men like you.
Kayden: Maybe you’ve been with the wrong men.
Me: Who would be the right type of man? You?
I wanted Kayden to be the right type, but there was a problem. He didn’t want a girlfriend. At least, that was what he said in the past, but that was before…
I shook my head, not letting myself believe we could have more.
Kayden: You need a little trouble in your life…some excitement. You’ve stayed safe too long, and what did it get you?
Me: Navy blue.
Kayden: Exactly. Time to add some other color, baby doll.
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Kayden
The Great Picture Show
Ineededto get her to New Orleans. I was heading down to Bourbon Street with Tom to enjoy the best New Orleans had to offer and wanted to use it as a way to draw her here.
Sophia: I’ll miss chatting with you tonight.
How could she think I could leave her behind? She still hadn’t given me an answer on coming to New Orleans, even though I asked weeks ago. I’d tempt her with the sights of the city, the allure of its beauty as I walked around tonight, sending her photo after photo until she caved.
Me: I’m taking you with me.
Sophia: What do you mean?
