My phone vibrates in my bag, and I pull it out and smile.
Cameron
I miss you
Zhuri
You saw me half an hour ago
Cameron
So?
Zhuri
You’re adorable
Cameron
I know
I love you, baby
Zhuri
I love you, too, Cammy
“Loverboy must’ve said something sweet,” Isla smirks, “with a smile that bright.”
“Shut up,” I reply playfully.
Bet rests her head on my shoulder. “I love seeing you this happy, Z.”
My phone vibrates again, and I expect to find another text from Cameron.
But I don’t.
I gasp as I read the message before my phone slips from my hand onto the floor.
“What’s going on, Z?” Isla looks at me in concern, but I can’t even speak.
Cameron and I just got another message from our “mysterious” sender.
Enjoy your lucky break, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here watching, waiting until I finally fucking have you. Your careers will be over before you know it.
Only they made a mistake this time.
They used their regular phone, not the one with the unknown number.
Bet picks up my phone, and she and Isla stare at it in shock.
We know this person.
Why do we know them?
Because they’re our fuckingteammate.
Michael Perry.
