Haunting-Adeline

“I know you’re going to think I’m even more insane than I already am,
but at least for this occasion, I really feel like Zade will protect me. In fact, I
know he will.”
It’s Daya’s turn to sigh. “Honestly, I don’t doubt that, Addie. If he is who I
think he is… he’s doing some good in the world. And he’s clearly obsessed
with you in a very unhealthy manner, but from the sounds of it, he’s not
the typical stalker where he’s out to murder you. I think he just really, really
wants to be with you and is handling it in a very creepy fucking manner.”
I laugh even though it’s not a funny situa on. It’s not necessarily
something to make light of, considering we don’t know if he’ll just turn
around and kill me, but it makes me feel be er.
"Just please keep in mind that you don't know this guy, and he might not
have good inten ons."
I laugh dryly. "Trust me, I haven't forgo en."
“When is this party?”
I twist my red-painted lips and give myself a slow perusal in the mirror.
I’m wearing a red strapless gown, the top half encrusted with thousands of
ny diamonds throughout the lacy material. The bo om half molds to my
body like a second skin with a large slit slicing all the way to mid-thigh.
Diamond strappy gold heels adorn my feet, while my hair is curled into
beach waves, the tendrils falling around my shoulders.
It’s both sexy and elegant.
Zade sent it to me, and the rebellious side of me almost threw it out to
go and find my own damn dress. But then my imagina on got away from
me.
And I couldn’t stop myself from picturing the look in his eyes when he
sees me wearing the dress and shoes he chose for me. I was horrified by
the bu erflies that were set free in my stomach with the incessant desire
to bring that image to life.
“Tonight,” I say quietly, a frown tugging at my lips.
What are you doing, Addie?