Millie hung up the phone then paced her apartment. Frank hadn’t changed a bit. He was still an abusive psycho out to hurt her. Was he out of jail? But how? Didn’t he have another year to serve?
Shit!
Her phone began to ring again and she picked it up and saw the unknown number on the caller ID.
She answered it.
“Hello.”
“I’m coming for you, Millie. You’re what kept me sane in there. You’re my everything and I’m coming to take you back. I can’t wait to touch you and hold you in my arms.”
“No, Frank. I’m not yours and I’m not interested.”
“You will be mine again.”
“No, Frank. I’m going to call the police.”
“Call them and then you die.”
He hung up the phone this time and she was totally freaking out. She had to leave. She needed to get out of town for a while until he gave up on her. She should call the police right now, but she didn’t know anything about where Frank was. They wouldn’t do anything, just like they waited two years ago to help her. It had nearly been too late. Stacy had saved her life. Stacy. I need to call Stacy. She’ll know what to do.
She picked up the phone and paused a moment. Frank was messing with her. He wasn’t due to be released from prison for another fourteen months. She should call Detective Flynn.
Scrolling through her cell phone contacts list with shaking fingers, she passed his name twice before finally getting her fingers steady enough to stop at his number. She hit call and waited as the phone continued to ring.
“Hello?” a gruff voice answered, and she swallowed hard, remembering what Detective Flynn looked like. He was in his late forties, salt-and-pepper hair, stocky, and a man with years of experience in the NYPD.
“Detective Flynn, it’s Millie Donovan.”
“Millie? Hey, how are you, honey? Is everything okay?” he asked, immediately seeming to know that something was up.
“Not really. I…I wasn’t sure who to call. I don’t know if it is a trick or something. Well, I mean, I just didn’t know what to do,” Millie rambled on. When it came to Frank, she was weak and scared shitless. He had nearly killed her and she would never forget how evil, manipulating, and abusive he was.
“Millie, calm down, honey, and tell me what’s wrong.”
She took a deep breath.
“I just came home from an event and my phone rang. It was Frank. He said that he missed me and that he was coming for me.” There, she said it, and a bit of relief in confiding in Detective Flynn made her feel a bit better instantly.
“Really? That is strange, considering that he’s not due to be released for another fourteen months. Let me make a phone call and see what I can find out. What else did he say?”
“That I was going to be his again. He said he was coming for me.” The tears hit her eyes and her voice hitched. She sniffled, trying to fight off the panicky feelings growing stronger.
“It will be okay, Millie. Let me make a few calls. In the meantime, lock your doors and stay put. I’ll call you soon.”
“Thank you.” She hung up the phone.
Millie paced her apartment. She looked around, suddenly feeling like Frank had been there, but knowing that it was most likely her imagination. He still had the power to scare her even from such a distance. He was behind bars, rotting for his crimes. This was just some extra added crap to her already incredibly crappy evening.
Chapter 2
Doctor Sheila Perkins watched Frank as he walked toward the bathroom. His ass was hard as steel just like the rest of him. He did things to her. Made her want things she shouldn’t want. He was sexy, wild, untamed, and manly. He was everything she wished for in a man but never caught the attention of. He served his time and was a changed man, thanks to her and their therapy sessions. She had not only learned a lot about Frank but also about herself and her inner desires.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It had been years since a man shared her bed. She ran her hands along the empty sheets where Frank had lain only moments ago. It smelled like fancy cologne. She imagined his bulging muscles and the way he took her so wildly and ravaged her body. Sure, it may have had something to do with his lack of having real sex for years, but part of her wanted to believe that it was her that brought it out in him.
She heard the shower running and debated about joining him. He was still somewhat reserved in his emotions. Sure, they had sex, but he still didn’t like to be touched unless he was the one who touched first.
They would work on that. She smiled to herself then slowly rolled out of bed. Why not start right now?