The Admirer Who Fought Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse Hot

And by worse hot , I don’t mean he was ugly. I mean his attractiveness was a weapon. A glitch in the matrix. A radioactive isotope that looked like diamonds until it started melting your skin off.

I noticed the deadbolts on the front door were keyed from the inside . You didn't need a key to get in; you needed a key to get out. the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot

Then came Eli.