The Stalker Next Door
Language: en
I was rummaging through Julian Thorne's trash when I received an anonymous text: "I want to lick the mole on your collarbone, baby." Even after blocking the number, the harassing messages kept coming. Whether I was late for work, out at the movies, or stalking Julian myself, he always managed to send a flirty text right on cue. He even offered me advice: "Once Julian drinks it, baby, you can do whatever you want with him." Later, I accidentally stumbled into Julian's darkroom. The walls were plastered with photos of me. Julian, who was supposedly passed out drunk on the sofa, had…