He loves me.

Alena's POV.

He loves me.

After my shift at Relax Coffee that night, I found it impossible to fall asleep. My mind was consumed by the thoughts of Jayson. I just couldn't stop thinking about him and the feelings I had around him. Oh God, it's something I couldn't trade for anything, but as I thought of him, I couldn't help but also wonder if he was lying in bed, thinking about me too. As my mind began to think of this, I found myself thinking deeper and dirtier. A cocktail of emotions and questions raced through my head, leaving me restless.

"What could. A man as handsome as Jayson, as rich as he is, wants to have anything to do with a mess of a girl like  me."I asked myself. "What if all he wants is to deflower me? To have a smash of my always wet cunt." I contemplated in the darkness of my room. It was a fear that had crossed my mind earlier. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was different when I was near him, as if there were two entities within me. One is my usual self, and the other is awakened by his presence. It was as if an internal demon or a beast stirred, whispering to me excitedly whenever Jayson was near.

I pushed those thoughts aside, not wanting to dwell on them any longer. Instead, I decided to lose myself in the pages of my Mafia romance novel. I love the book so much, and the character reminds me of Jayson; if Antonio were a real human and not a figment of the author's imagination, then he would look like my Jayson. What? I just called him "My Jason." I can't believe I just said that. So, just as the story was about to delve into a passionate moment between Antonio and his love interest, Daniela, my phone was interrupted by a W******p message from Alex.

The message was written in capital letters and bold text, accompanied by terrified emojis. "HEEEEELP!!! HELP ME, PLS, HE WANT TO KILL ME.‼️❕  � The urgency and fear in Alex's message jolted me. I couldn't fathom what could be wrong. I hastily set my book aside and attempted to respond, asking him what was happening. Simultaneously, I noticed that he was trying to video call me.

I hesitated for a moment, glancing at my reflection on the phone's camera. My hair was a chaotic mess, and I wasn't looking my best, but it was just Alex. I didn't need to impress him. I answered the call, at least, to know what danger he was in. And the first words out of his mouth were, "He wants to kill me, babe. Please, you have to come and get him out of here."

Panic set in. Who wants to kill him? And why was I the person he had to call for help? Why not call his boyfriend? Or was it Raymond, his boyfriend, who was violating him? In a desperate search for clarification, I asked. "What happened? Who are you talking about? Who wants to kill you?" I inquired, struggling to piece together the situation.

"Who else? It's your boyfriend. He's been acting like a kid, saying stuff like, 'Alex, I got lost in her beauty; I forgot to ask for her number... I need her number; give it to me. No, don't give it to me; she might think I'm a stalker. I'll just ask her myself, or... I'll get it from you.' Can you believe it? This guy has lost it since he came back from your house. What have you done to him? He's completely obsessed with you," Alex rambled on, his words a mix of amusement and frustration.

As Alex continued to speak, I couldn't help but blush uncontrollably. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. I tried to adjust my hair, hoping to look more presentable, but Alex caught on. "Look at her; she's in the same lovesick mode as you are," he commented, and then I heard Jayson's voice in the background, cursing at Alex and asking him to stop taunting me. The moment I heard Jayson's voice, I panicked and quickly ended the video call. I couldn't let him see me, not while I was looking like this, like some dirty cleaner.

Almost immediately, a text message arrived. I opened it to find a message from Alex, along with a phone number. "This is the number. You two sort it out or don't, but leave me out of it," the message read.

My heart raced as I stared at the number. What should I do with it? Should I call him? Or, text him? No, that might make me seem too eager. I'm a girl; I just can't appear thirsty, even though I died to hear from him. I debated with myself before deciding to take a chance. I saved the number and sent a simple "Hi, how are you? Alex just sent me your number." I typed it, but just before I sent it, I went back and deleted it; it didn't go well with me. "Hey Jay, Alex said you missed me." I typed it again but deleted it. Then I finally chose to just send a "Hi 😏" to him.

To my surprise, as soon as the message dropped, the two blue ticks appeared, showing that he had read the message. How was that even possible? Was he in my DM even before I texted him? As if that was not enough, Jayson responded almost instantly. "Hey, momma. I thought you'd never message me, 😥" he replied, responding with a sweat emoji His words caught me off guard. Was he expecting my message? I inwardly scolded myself for being so hasty. He knew that I was going to text, and just like a rabbit, I fell for the carrot trap. "So predictable," I said 

"Alex gave me your number, 😭😭😭" I typed with plenty of tears emoji, trying to make sense of the situation. Well, I'm not really that good with emojis, I use the tears emoji and the dark heart emoji, so I often use them even when they don't fit the message at the moment.

"No, I did. I used his phone to send it, 😳😊" he confessed with two different shy emoji. A smile tugged at my lips. It was a funny and endearing gesture. "Hmm... He stole my number, and snuck his number to my DM," I thought to myself. That was cute, and I found myself blushing. , We continued to chat, and I couldn't help but feel that Jayson might truly care about me. He even suggested meeting again tomorrow, and I eagerly agreed.