Stalk Me Mr Stalker 1&2

I spread the photos on the floor and picked up the glass of wine from the table along with the bottle.

Sipping from my glass, I ran my fingers on the closest photo which showed a bloody Mark with his elbow twisted in ways elbows should never. Seeing his bone sticking out was unsettling, but my heart felt nothing. It was like a dry and numb organ that could no longer process any warmth or any emotion for that matter.

There was no anger or pity or sadness as I looked through the photos of my dead fiance. Just an emptiness that I couldn't exactly tell what it was.

I picked up the only unique photo of all which was of a hard cock under that fabric of the owner's pants. His wrist was partially visible and I caught the model of the watch gracing his hand...Vacheron Constantin.

My stalker was a rich man with nothing better to do other than get rid of any enemy I had.

This wasn't the first time I had received such a package from Mr Alpha as he liked signing the one photo of his ever hard cock. At least he never snapped it naked.

I exhaled resting the back of my head against table and closing my eyes. "Oh Mark, should I have warned you not to cheat on me?"

Yes he had cheated and I had casually brushed it off because our relationship had been for show. He had some dirt on me and I had to stick to him and marry him as he wished.

But I had planned on finding his weakness and divorcing me. But Mr Alpha had gotten to him first and now he had been erased from existence.

My stalker had been around me for over four years, ever since I turned twenty. He kept sending me gifts, which I rejected yet couldn't send them back. So I ended up donating them rather than throwing them away.

I had attempted severally to set up a meeting between us but he never responded.

In only four years, he had taken care of three of my cheating partners and disabled several people who had crossed me whether openly or secretly.

He would send me information about the people I considered close to me but were just snakes trying to live off of me because of my fame.

After the fourth incident the previous year, I realized that I felt safer with the stalker than the people around me. I had even stopped giving away his gifts but didn't wear or use them. Just stuffed them in boxes at a corner in my closet.

"Good riddance, Mark," I breathed pouring the wine on the photos.