I'm exhausted when I get home.
The subway was overcrowded and, of course, my train broke down, so there were massive delays.
The quiet of my apartment envelops me when I get in, and it takes me a few minutes to notice that something doesn't feel right.
Like the place has been violated in some way.
A vibe in the air, a hum, a feeling. Not anything visual.
Nothing is out of place...
"Or it is all in my head," I mutter.
I kick off my shoes and start stripping down, wanting to put something comfortable on. I don't usually leave a trail of clothes because a mess in my small place, even a tiny one, makes the entire area look like a bomb went off, but I don't care right now.
I just want to be comfortable.
So, ignoring my instincts, I keep going and stop when I step into my bedroom.
There is a bag on my bed.
Small.
Expensive.
Very expensive, with Agatha A on the front.
The brand is insanely high-end, so high-end that the store requires appointments, and the lingerie sold there is the stuff celebrities love to show off under expensive outfits. It was made to be seen, so a little lace or silk peeking out is sought after just like when one of them wears something filmy and see-through.
But that is not why I'm staring.
Someone broke in.
No. Someone let themselves in.
My adrenaline surges as my pussy starts to throb.
Alex.
On shaking legs, I cross to it and open the bag.
Inside, I find the most stunning, delicate scraps of fabric. From the balconette bra with silk straps in fuchsia with lace cups to the low-cut panties that are all lace and leave nothing to the imagination.
My breath is officially stolen.
These would have cost a fortune. Literally.
My heart beats hard. As far as I know, Alex isn't rich because, let's face it, why would some rich dude be wasting his time flirting with me on the phone? He might be doing well in life, but he is not Enzo-rich.
I stop.
What if this is from Enzo?
But I dismiss the thought immediately. One, it would be incredibly inappropriate to send me this. Send? He would have had to somehow pick my lock and enter my apartment to put it on my bed.
No. This is somehow from Alex. Thinking about it, getting in here is up there with watching me and his kink of control.
Yeah, it would be the kind of thing he would do.
