was kind to me when I was nobody, a complete loser, and then she disappeared. I’ve craved her ever since. These days, I can have any woman I see, but she’s the only one I want. And now that I’ve found her again, I’ll do anything to make her mine. Bonus points if anyone who ever made her suffer winds up as collateral life has stalled. My boss harasses me daily, greedy executives hold my music career hostage, and I'm pretty sure my husband wants me dead. The only bright spots in my day are the mysterious packages I keep finding, gifts from someone who seems to know me better than I know myself. Why do I constantly feel as though I'm being watched? Why does part of me enjoy the feeling? At this point, I’m all for whatever, and whoever, comes next. ChanceStalker MMCPlus-sized FMCHurt her and suffer