BDSM Is Life

Elma's POV:

"You!" I pointed at him in disbelief.

Anthony, who walked out of the bedroom, quickly took off his t-shirt and tried putting it on "Hey." No matter my struggle, he succeeded in putting it on me.

"I told you to wear decent clothes."

"This isn't about you," I scoffed and walked towards the guy.

"Frank_Python?" was his user name.

He nodded and showed me his phone. "I was able to track your location here. I know it's creepy, but I am not a stalker, I swear," he explained, and I nodded.

Of course he could track my location because he was a tech guy or because he was sent by Bella.

I couldn't trust anyone; that's how broken I was. "Why did you come here?"

"Who are you?" Anthony walked to him.

"He is my date; now go put on some clothes."

"Your date?" He stared at me as if he had seen some ghost.

"Yes, you heard me right. Now go, please."