The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

Elements of this story are purely fantasy, and should not be taken as acceptable behavior in real life. Our love interest is possessive, obsessive, and the perfect shade of red for all you red flags renegades out there.

“Alright, dream girl. I’ll give you tonight. But you and me…its fucking real. It’s the realest fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life. And sooner or later, you’re going to realize it too.”

once read an article about heroin that said the reason it was so addictive and dangerous was all tied to that first hit. It made the body feel better than it ever could again. It took more and more each time to get even close to how you felt that first time, until finally you went so high you overdosed…still not touching that initial high. A high you spent your whole life chasing, it said. This felt like that.

“I love you. And I’ll never stop,” he told me. “I’d do anything for you…I’d live for you.”

I'd never let her leave, I thought as I drove. No matter what, I'd make her happy, even if it meant locking her up and waiting for fucking Stockholm Syndrome to take hold. My thoughts were fucked, I knew that.

I’d screamed and cheered after his two goals…and the accompanying heart signs he’d made just for me. Because obviously, Stockholm Syndrome had sunk in much faster than I’d thought. I’d also been insanely jealous when that naked chick had appeared out of nowhere and tackled him.