“Fine, fine, I’m going,” I murmured.
I forced myself to get up and actually turn my alarm off. Then, I pulled myself into a hot shower to try and wake myself up. I doused myself in a shot of ice-cold water before I got out, and that shocked me awake long enough to call in my coffee order ahead of time, so I wasn’t late for work.
After all, the last thing I needed was yet another weekend of nothing but numbers and papercuts.
With my fingertips covered in tie-dye band-aids, I quickly got dressed. I pulled one of my sundresses over my head and slipped into the matching flats I’d purchased with all of them before I made my way to my coffeehouse. I liked the fact that I had a coffeehouse. They knew me by name and always had my order ready, even if they clocked me in line.
But, this morning, I wanted to get in and get out as quickly as possible.
“That’ll be $9.34, Miss Loren!”
I handed her a solid ten. “Keep the change, gotta get going. Have a good day, Isabella!”
She waved me off. “See you tomorrow morning!”
“Taxi!”
I waved down a yellow van and paid the driver double to take me to work first. It pissed off some of the people I was riding with, but it didn’t matter. Now that I had some money to throw around, I could afford a few rushed mornings if necessary. I touched down onto my floor at work five minutes shy of when I needed to clock in, and it gave me enough time to poke my head in and say good morning to Brit.
Before I sat down at my own desk and got to work.
“What the fuck?” I murmured.
The second I booted up my desktop, my email notifications started going insane. My jaw dropped open at the thirty-four emails I had waiting for me, and I wondered if JoJo was about to destroy the rest of my month. It made me sick, thinking about all the work he had just dropped into my lap. And when I saw that his email claimed the first four messages, my stomach knotted itself into a ball.
But the rest of the emails were from domains I didn’t recognize.
I disregarded his emails and decided to open the first one I didn’t recognize. I mean, it didn’t have anything attached to it, and the subject line didn’t have any weird fonts or emojis or misspellings. So, I was pretty confident in the fact that I hadn’t just inherited an insane amount of spam.
However, the dick picture that popped up in front of my very eyes caused me to yelp.
“Holy hell!” I exclaimed.
I quickly deleted the email and pushed away from my desk as if someone had tried to light me on fire. My nose wrinkled and my stomach dropped to my toes as my eyes beheld the second email I didn’t recognize. What the ever-blessed fuck? Why had someone sent me a picture like that to my work email!?
How did they even have it in the first place!?
I navigated away from the swath of emails and pulled up the company’s website. It only took a few clicks and a couple of searches to come up with both my work email and my office phone, which made me sick in a way. It was pretty easy to track me down at work, which was something I hadn’t even thought about until that very moment.
Then, my eyes fell to my personal cell phone in my purse.
“They wouldn’t dare,” I murmured.
The fear of Joseph’s wrath quickly faded away as I dug out my cell phone. I made sure I wasn’t connected to the internet in the building before I opened up that dating app and gasped. My eyes widened as I navigated to my messages, and I found even more lewd photos waiting there for me.
Messages about stuffing my face full of cocks, and filling holes until I cried out for mercy. Things were said about my curves that made me gag. But, as I scrolled up through all the messages, I realized something.
Someone had hacked my account.
“No, no, no, no!” I exclaimed.
A soft knock came at my door. “Becca?”
Brit’s voice caught my attention. “A bit busy right now!”
“Are you okay in there? I heard you all the way down the hall.”
I sighed. “Just a lot of work after a busy weekend. That’s all.”
