Me?I was going to thankher.
I blinked. “What? I’m not doing the chores?—”
I paused.
No fucking way he broke into my house, right?
“You haven’t been doing the chores?” Lithie asked, concern etching her words. Before I could respond, an alarm sounded on my sister’s phone and she hopped up. “Shit. I’m late for the club.” She patted me on the head, telling me she was proud of my whoring, and then left.
I sat back, shoulders sliding under the cooling water. For weeks Calder had been breaking into my apartment to…clean. What else had he been doing?
As if sensing I was thinking about him, Calder sent a message from the app.
Did you get home all right?
CalderknewI got home because the motherfucker was stalking me. (And because I hadn’t, for some inexplicable reason, changed my password or told the police.)
I was going to take a page from my lord and savior Phoebe Buffay.
He doesn’tknowI know.
I reached a wet hand out of the tub, grabbing my phone, but I didn’t respond to Calder. I took a photo of my legs in the tub, just barely hiding my pussy, and then posted it to my “close friends” with the text:Bath after a bad date <3
“Void” responded in less than thirty seconds.
Bad date?
I set my phone down without a response.
Game. On.
chapter
twenty-two
SHAY
Over the weekend, I made a mental list of everything with which Void—Calder—might have access. He was right—my passwordwasshit. I used it for everything. Which meant he could have access to…well, everything.
Notes.
Photos.
Location.
So then I made a list of ways I could use that to mess with him. Like as I left my apartment to go to work on Monday morning, I wrote a new note.
Pro:Tall.
Con:Bad kisser.
Almost instantly, I received a message from Calder in the app.
What are you doing?
I bit my lower lip, grinning to myself as a knock sounded on the door.
“Coming,” I called out.
