Seven Nights to make my two-time ex leave his fiancée/my friend for me, or what I liked to call…. Seven Nights to my Death.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whispered.
“But what a glorious death that would be,” he teased, smirking as he stood up and left me alone at the table in my house. A house I had learned to call home, but now felt much colder and lonelier the more days he was in it and leaving his ghost behind.
***
Logan and I had broken up and gotten back together a few years after the first time we at dated at eighteen when we were twenty-two. And it had ended with him promising to come back for me if we never found someone in the future. A leash he kept me on as a fallback plan, over and over again. He had never granted me closure and still hadn’t. I had spent all this time trying to replace him with someone who made me feel the same way he had.
Now here I sat, in the same club with old friends and newly single in my thirties after an ugly divorce. I had heard he had kept track of me all these years, having his friends stalk me through college and report back to him with what I was doing and who I was with. As far as I knew, he was still keeping tabs on me and watching me vicariously through others.
It should creep me out, but there was something endearing and alluring about it. I liked the fact he was watching me still. It made me feel wanted, yearned after, and protected in the most fucked-up way possible.
Cruel is the Leash is a standalone, forbidden, taboo, third chance romance, between a couple of exes kept apart by the Universe. It is intended for audiences aged 18+. Within its pages there is BDSM, cheating, mentions of plastic surgery, body insecurities, past manipulation, the toxic concept of being kept as a back-up plan, stalking, intrusive thoughts, and more. Check the rest of the content warning inside. Your mental health matters.
